Disaster Strikes

After leaving the Sword-Forging Villa, Zhao Qing'er was still excited.

The outside world was indeed rich and wonderful. In just one day, she not only saw dozens of legendary swordsmen who could fly and hide, but also saw several legendary sword masters.

This is the world in her mind!

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"By the way, Brother Zhang Hu, the young master Ling Aoxiao said at the end that the peerless sword god of the South China Sea would lead the swordsmen to attack the blood moon demon. What does that mean, and where is the Golden Essence World?"

Zhang Hu shook his head when he heard this.

"I only know that the peerless sword god created the holy sword path, and I don't know anything else."

"Oh."

Zhang Hu continued, noticing that Zhao Qing'er was a little disappointed, "But we are going to Nanyang City now, so we can go all the way south. We can go and ask about it then."

"Great!"

The journey from Zhujian Villa to Nanyang City is really not short.

After the three of them had been sleeping in the open for several days, the road was hot. When they saw a teahouse on the side of the road, they immediately went up.

"Waiter, give us three bowls of refreshing tea to cool down the heat,"

"Okay!"

The three of them sat down, unpacked their bags, and sat on the stools to rest for a while.

Zhao Qing'er's little face was flushed. She had become a little tired from the excitement of wandering in the world at the beginning.

If Zhang Hu hadn't been by her side, she might have backed out.

But fortunately, after these days of training, she followed Zhang Hu and Chen Mo to practice sword every day and exchanged experiences with each other, which made her feel that she had gained a lot.

With Zhang Hu's encouragement, she persisted.

This also washed away some of her childishness.

"Brother Zhang Hu, how many days are left to reach Nanyang City?"

Zhang Hu thought for a moment and said, "I heard from my father that it takes about ten days to get from Pingye Town to Nanyang City. We are a little slow, and since we are starting from Zhujian Mountain Villa, half a month should be enough. Now we should have walked half of the way."

"Oh."

Zhao Qing'er was a little disappointed. She thought they were almost there.

Seeing this, Zhang Hu asked the waiter who was serving herbal tea, "Waiter, how many days are left from here to Nanyang City?"

The waiter immediately responded, "From here to Nanyang City, it takes about eight days. If you have urgent matters, you can go to Kongshan Sect to ride their spiritual birds. It takes about two days from here to Kongshan Sect. It only takes about half a day to get there by spiritual birds, but it costs five taels of silver to ride once."

"Spiritual birds?"

"Five taels of silver!"

Zhao Qing'er and Zhang Hu were shocked when they heard this.

The waiter smiled and turned around to do other things.

At this time.

The handsome young man who was drinking tea alone at the table next to him suddenly looked over and said with a smile: "I know a small road that can reach Nanyang City in three days at most."

Zhang Hu and Zhao Qing'er were delighted when they heard this.

Zhang Hu raised his hand and bowed: "I am Zhang Hu, may I ask your name?"

"I am Wang Feng."

Then the two of them started chatting.

Chen Mo was drinking his herbal tea and thinking about sword moves.

If he wanted to create his own sword moves according to the professional system of swordsmen in this world, it might not be completed in a short time.

After all, he has not practiced sword for a long time, only less than half a year.

Compared with those swordsmen who have been playing with wooden swords since birth, it is far from it.

He needs to find another way.

If he combines the swordsmanship of the monk profession and what he has seen and heard in the disaster world, it is a good choice to create his own sword moves, sword styles, and sword skills.

This is equivalent to allowing him to achieve dual cultivation of body and method, or dual cultivation of magic and martial arts from the perspective of swordsmanship.

In addition, he is a natural disasterer and an educator, and he is best at this kind of method of learning from each other's strengths and integrating the strengths of hundreds of schools. This is a very feasible idea.

Chen Mo was thinking about this in his heart. Zhang Hu had already had a good conversation with Wang Feng and planned to go together next.

"Aman, let's go quickly, you won't be hungry again!"

Zhao Qing'er teased Chen Mo.

Chen Mo picked up his sword and followed him quickly.

Half an hour later.

Wang Feng pointed to the green mountain in the distance and said: "That's Nanlong Mountain. Most people bypass this mountain to go to Nanyang, and it takes at least three more days to walk. We cross this mountain and can save at least three days!"

Zhao Qing'er heard this and instinctively said: "I heard from my father that there are terrible monsters in those deep mountains. If ordinary swordsmen don't master the sword energy, it is even difficult to hurt their fur. Is it true?"

Wang Feng looked restrained when he heard this.

"This... I have never seen it in Nanlong Mountain."

So the four of them left the main road and walked towards Nanlong Mountain.

The surrounding jungle gradually became dense, and there were flying insects everywhere, which made Zhao Qing'er a little unbearable, and she kept driving these flying insects away.

"Brother Wang Feng, will the road be like this in the future?"

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

After a while.

"Hahahaha!"

Four rough and strong men rushed out of the forest and surrounded the four people.

Zhang Hu and Zhao Qing'er were startled and immediately drew their swords to attack each other, but they heard a "ah" sound. It turned out that Wang Feng stabbed back and attacked Zhang Hu.

"Wang Feng, you..."

Wang Feng avoided the counterattack and showed a smile of success.

The leading sturdy man said proudly: "We can open again today. We, the five monsters of Nanlong, will not make things difficult for you. This young lady is very pretty. We will take her away. In addition, hand over the silver and swords on you, and we will spare your lives."

When Zhao Qing'er heard this, she noticed the five people looking at her with a sneer, and her face turned pale.

Zhang Hu protected her behind him, ignoring the blood on his lower abdomen, and looked at Wang Feng and said: "I misjudged you. If you want to hurt Qing'er, you have to step over my body!"

"Brother Zhang Hu."

Zhao Qing'er's voice was trembling, and her eyes were full of emotion when she looked at Zhang Hu.

She gritted her teeth and showed an expression of resistance to the death.

"Haha, the girl is fierce enough, I like it!"

"Brother, brother, I will be the second one in a while!"

"Hehe, I don't care, dead or alive."

Listening to the five people's undisguised dirty words, Zhao Qing'er was so angry that she trembled, and she was more determined to resist to the death.

Zhang Hu took a deep breath, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes.

I didn't expect that the first lesson in the martial arts world would make me deeply understand the dangers of the martial arts world.

"Go!"

The leading man shouted loudly, and the four people rushed up with Wang Feng.

Under the life-and-death situation, Zhang Hu dared not hold back, and immediately took the initiative to stop the three people with the most sharp offensive.

Chen Mo and Zhao Qing'er also went up one after another, each against one person.

The swordsman in front of Chen Mo was Wang Feng, who was responsible for leading the way.

He was handsome, but at this moment, he kept screaming, grinning, and constantly attacking Chen Mo, as if he wanted to put Chen Mo to death.

Chen Mo wanted to use this opportunity to comprehend his sword moves and verify his thoughts, so he did not activate his sword energy. For a while, he was at a disadvantage and was forced to retreat by Wang Feng.

Whether in swordsmanship or physical fitness, Wang Feng is better than Chen Mo at this stage.

Zhang Hu, on the other hand, showed amazing potential at this moment.

In a situation of one against three, he was the first to win by surprise and seriously injured one person with his own sword skills.

The three were obviously surprised to see that Zhang Hu had mastered the sword energy and sword skills.

If Zhang Hu had not just started out in the martial arts world and his martial arts foundation and basic skills were really inferior, they might have already run away.

Among the five monsters of Nanlong, only the big-eared boss with a square head mastered the sword energy.

From this, it can be seen that the so-called five monsters of Nanlong are just ordinary thieves in the martial arts world.

But even so.

After the initial surprise victory, Zhang Hu was obviously gradually at a disadvantage.

Chen Mo, who wanted to verify his idea, saw that the two were not in danger for the time being. He kept blocking with the Snake Sword and responded with Zhang's swordsmanship, but was suppressed by Wang Feng everywhere. However, he was not panicked at all, and his face remained calm after losing his memory.

Noticing that Wang Feng's swordsmanship tended to be open and close, Chen Mo suddenly got rid of the sword moves of Zhang's swordsmanship and stabbed Wang Feng's left hip with a move of swimming dragon exploring the moon.

Wang Feng groaned and immediately pulled away.

Chen Mo did not chase, but looked at the sword in his hand, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

This move was used by a Black Evil River swordsman when he was fighting in the front zone. It seemed to be one of his swordsmanship moves. Now he used it, and it really had an unexpected effect.

"Actual combat is indeed the fastest way to improve."

Now Chen Mo, according to the swordsman profession, has finally gotten rid of the sword moves and reached the level of only remembering its form but not its meaning.

The next step is to develop sword styles.

"It doesn't seem difficult."

Once he found a method that suited him, Chen Mo was like a person who had opened his mind. He was no longer bound by the moves of Zhang's swordsmanship.

The sword in his hand followed his graceful movements and turned around, causing Wang Feng, who was several meters away, to change his face.

The so-called sword style is the way.

The sword moves are about the key points of the movements, and the sword style is a continuous choice of movements of point, collapse, chop, pick, block, intercept, stab, and lift. There is a mutual restraint relationship between different sword styles, which is quite similar to the choice of rock, scissors, and cloth.

There are a total of twelve ways in Zhang's swordsmanship, and Chen Mo has not yet fully mastered it.

But at this moment, he actually combined his rich combat experience, recalled those swordsmanship enemies who had been defeated by him relying on his attribute advantages and basic skills advantages, and learned and used their key points of movements and flexibly combined them, so as to take their meaning instead of their form, and actively attack Wang Feng.

After a few moves, Wang Feng's face changed drastically.

"Boss, this guy is a little weird!"

You can hear that his voice is trembling.

With a puff.

Another wound appeared on Wang Feng's body.

Seeing this, Chen Mo shook his sword slightly, and the blood stains on the tip of the sword were swept away. The corner of his mouth showed a hearty smile at the time of eating.

"It seems very simple."

Although the opponent's attributes are slightly higher than Chen Mo's, Chen Mo's basic body movements and basic footwork are difficult for the opponent to reach.

"Boss, boss, ah..."

Seeing that Chen Mo's sword style is becoming more and more tricky and sharp, as if he has become a different person, Wang Feng is terrified, and then he is killed by Chen Mo in a few seconds.

The body twitched on the ground.

"Wang Feng!"

Seeing this, the other four were shocked.

Chen Mo seemed to be gradually getting excited. He felt that he had reached the edge of creating his own sword skills, but just like before sneezing, there was a lack of a critical value of the trigger, and he couldn't release it.

Then Chen Mo looked at the three people in front of Zhang Hu again.