Volume 2: Forbidden City, Jianghu and Imperial Court Chapter 9: Lu Xiaofeng flees from the crime
Everyone's eyes turned to Lu Xiaofeng.
The doors and windows here are tightly closed. Qiao Shangzhou and Lu Xiaofeng are both top masters in the world. It is impossible for anyone to break in in such a short time, kill one of them, and retreat quietly.
Then there is only one possibility.
The expression on Lu Xiaofeng's face right now is hard to describe.
If I have to describe it, it's probably like someone got a tooth stuck after drinking cold water one morning, or got a blockage in the throat after eating tofu, and went out to see a doctor, and on the way there, a basin of dog blood was poured over him from head to legs.
He sighed deeply, "If I say that Alliance Leader Qiao's death has nothing to do with me, will anyone believe me?"
Cui Bailong was extremely angry, but he still managed to control himself and said coldly: "Then tell me, how did this happen..."
Before he could finish his words, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly moved.
Although the masters from various sects had already entered the house to check on Qiao Shangzhou's body, many disciples had arrived later and were now in the corridor outside the door.
As soon as Lu Xiaofeng moved, they were the first to react.
The three disciples closest to the door drew their swords and attacked at the same time.
Clang!!
Three fine steel swords clashed together, and the collision of the blades produced a few sparks, which showed how swift the attack was.
But even with three swords, they still couldn't stop Lu Xiaofeng.
He, a grown man, seemed to have really turned into a fluttering butterfly at this moment, tiny and nimble, passing by and over the heads of more than a dozen disciples from various sects from the door to the corridor. His movements were so light and graceful that it was beyond words, and no one could stop him or hold him back for even a moment.
However, his escape undoubtedly confirmed his reputation as the murderer.
Cui Bailong picked up an iron rod, roared and rushed out of the door, and the others all chased after him.
Fang Yunhan was the last one to come. He lowered his head slightly and glanced at the note in his palm.
That was the thing that Lu Xiaofeng stuffed into his hand when he flew past him just now, using the sleeves of both parties to block the view of others.
The note was very small, and the words on it were even smaller, like mosquitoes.
——Three quarters of an hour later, five miles outside the city, in the woods in the western suburbs.
Fang Yunhan shrank his palm, crushed the note into powder, and chased after him.
At this time, Lu Xiaofeng had already rushed out of Wanxiang Tower. He did not fight with anyone who tried to stop him along the way. He just relied on his lightness skills like a phantom butterfly or a flying geese stepping on snow to reach the courtyard. He tapped his feet on the flowers in the pond and the eaves around him a few times and then he was on the roof.
He leaped and hopped on the roofs, heading all the way out of the city.
Among the people in Wanxiang Tower, only eight people could still catch up at this time. However, when they had been chasing for about a hundred feet in mid-air on the roofs of houses, Lu Xiaofeng had already opened up a distance of dozens of feet from them. His figure fell down, and his robe flashed as he disappeared among the layers of eaves.
The eight men chased there, and several of them fell on the street and looked around, but they could not tell which road Lu Xiaofeng took.
Fang Yunhan stood on the roof and was about to leave when he saw that Lu Xiaofeng had escaped. However, as soon as he turned around, Lin Yan from the Hengshan School said loudly, "Mr. Fang, where do you want to go?"
The attention of the others was drawn to this. Gu Qingfeng from the Bashan Sword Sect also hurriedly said, "Young Master Fang, Lu Xiaofeng is a hypocritical person with evil intentions. If you go alone at this time, you might fall into his hands. It is better for you to follow us back to Wanxiang Tower first."
As they were talking, the seven of them had already drawn their weapons and were approaching the roof where Fang Yunhan was standing.
Among these seven people, Gu Qingfeng and Lin Yan's mood was the most delicate at this moment. The leaders of their two families died the earliest, and the reason why they stayed here was to hunt down the real murderer and avenge their blood feud.
The fact that Qiao Shangzhou was killed by Lu Xiaofeng gave them more associations.
It should be noted that the Peony Envoy has superb Qinggong skills and a mysterious origin. Isn't Lu Xiaofeng also superb Qinggong skills, but his master is unknown? Even if the two are not the same person, there must be a deep connection. This time Lu Xiaofeng appeared in Luoyang, and there was a mysterious Fang Yunhan beside him.
How could they not be suspicious?
Cui Bailong also spoke up, saying, "Young Master Fang, please come back with us. As long as you are innocent, I will guarantee with my master's reputation that I will never wrongly injure you, and I will personally apologize to you afterwards."
Master Cui Bailong had just passed away. He was a stern man with red eyes, but he was able to remain calm after several conversations. It was not easy. He was indeed worthy of being the first disciple of the leader of the martial arts world.
But Fang Yunhan had something urgent to do at the moment, so how could he keep him? He could only smile and sigh.
"Heh, people in the martial arts world speak with swords after all. If you want to stop me, just come and try."
The cheap long sword with a bamboo scabbard was standing upright on the roof, lightly touching the tiles. Fang Yunhan held the hilt with his five fingers, and his five fingers seemed to be loose and tight. After saying this arrogant statement that he could fight seven people alone, he still looked relaxed and confident.
"Okay, let me teach you!" Lin Yan was the first to take action .
In fact, these seven people were able to chase here, which showed that they were good at martial arts. They had each made a name for themselves in the martial arts world. If it was really a life-and-death fight, even their own leader might not be able to defeat them.
More importantly, these seven people were not poisoned, and at this moment they all had hatred and the desire for revenge in their hearts. This was the time when they were in the best condition and could attack most fiercely.
When Lin Yan made her move, she used the unique "One Sword, Seven Kills" style that she alone had mastered in the Hengshan School over the past thirty years.
This move, with just one strike of the sword, can sever the enemy's tendons in their limbs, pierce their waist, pierce their chest, and cut their throat. It is extremely fierce, and the seven types of attacks in one sword have no order of priority, and can be arranged randomly and in all cases, and can be fully deployed, making it impossible to defend against.
When she drew her sword, Fang Yunhan also drew his sword.
The sound of that inferior iron sword being drawn out of its scabbard was never pleasant to hear, but at this moment it really sounded like the sound of a wind flute or a jade flute.
Fang Yunhan held a sword in his hand, and suddenly he exuded a confidence so strong that it was impossible to look at it directly.
Lin Yan, who was rushing over, seemed to be facing a strong light and squinted her eyes involuntarily.
The inferior iron sword had already swung a trajectory through the air.
This sword was like a flash of lightning in a mirage, or a ray of light reflected by a dewdrop when the sun is rising.
Facing this sword, Lin Yan had no idea how to resist. After she performed the Seven Kills with One Sword, all of them missed. The inferior iron sword had already hit her chest and abdomen.
She felt as if struck by lightning, her sword slipped out of her hand, and she fell backwards onto another roof.
After Fang Yunhan knocked Lin Yan away with a sword, he didn't even look back. He turned the iron sword and pierced his right shoulder backwards.
This sword is like a meteor.
Gu Qingfeng came from behind. He had mastered the Bashan Sword School's 7749-style Huifeng Wuliu sword technique, but he didn't even have time to launch the first move before he felt the sharp pain of the iron sword's tip against his forehead.
He was so frightened that his hands and feet became stiff and he couldn't move at all.
However, after Fang Yunhan's sword tip touched the skin between Gu Qingfeng's eyebrows at the speed of a meteor, it suddenly froze and did not pass through the brain, but only advanced a little bit lightly and slowly.
Gu Qingfeng stepped back in panic, missed a step, and fell to the street.
At this time, Cui Bailong and three other older men who were good at internal skills also jumped onto the roof.
They each held an iron rod, a machete, and a broadsword and attacked at the same time. At least hundreds of green tiles on the roof were blown away by the energy of these three people and were caught in the three attacks. It was like a sudden rainstorm that was unavoidable.
Fang Yunhan raised the iron sword in his hand, exhaled and frowned, and the sword drew a huge arc from behind his right shoulder and slashed in front of him.
The sword energy was like a violent gust of wind, and hundreds of green tiles exploded out of thin air, with fragments swirling backwards. Cui Bailong and the other three quickly raised their hands to block it, but they felt their hands become lighter.
The iron rod, the broadsword, and the broadsword were all top-grade weapons worth a hundred taels of silver. The front end of Cui Bailong's iron rod was made of solid iron, but it was all cut off by Fang Yunhan's sword in mid-air.
The power of this sword is even more than that.
The other two masters were originally far away on the street. When Cui Bailong and the others made their move, the two were about to leap onto the roof, but were swept by the aftermath of the sword energy. They were filled with overwhelming shock and actually fell off the edge of the roof again.
Swish!
At this moment, the empty scabbard standing on the roof without any hand support had not had time to tilt, and Fang Yunhan sheathed the sword, and the iron sword just went vertically into the scabbard.
He stood on the roof, holding the scabbard sword in his hand, without moving a step.
The scene was strikingly similar to what happened before the action.
Fang Yunhan glanced at Cui Bailong and the others, then jumped away.
Lin Yan struggled to get up on another roof, and placed her hands on her chest and abdomen. The touch startled her and she looked down in disbelief.
She was clearly stabbed by a sword just now, and was pierced directly by the tip of the sword with such speed and power. But now looking closely, her clothes were not even pierced, and there was no blood. It was more like she was hit by a big wooden hammer. Her whole body was numb, but the injury was not serious.
The mighty middle-aged man holding a broken knife hesitated and asked , "Should we continue to chase him?"
Cui Bailong stared at the place where the iron rod in his hand was cut off, shook his head silently, turned his gaze to the others, and found that the seven of them were all beaten back in a moment, but none of them were wounded by the sword.
All that can be said is that the opponent's control over the sword in his hand has reached the level where he can do whatever he wants and with any degree of ease.
"This man's inner strength and aura are unprecedented in my life. If he was also conspiring with Lu Xiaofeng to kill us, there wouldn't be so many twists and turns."
Cui Bailong sighed unwillingly, swung the iron rod in vain, and finally expressed his true feelings.
"If he had shown no mercy with his sword, everything would have ended in Wanxiang Tower long ago."
"Let's go back first!"
