Chapter 397: A Fei's Sword Appears in Lu Xiaofeng's World

"Look, this is Lu Xiaofeng's friend!" Su Shaoying pointed at the honest monk who ran away and said with a smile.

Hua Manlou shook his head and smiled, "The honest monk actually came to remind us."

Ouyang Qing curled his lips, "Monks love to play tricks. If Su Shaoying hadn't revealed the identity of Gong Jiu, I guess the honest monk would still not say it clearly. Even so, he didn't say the identity of the woman."

Xue Bing asked curiously, "Is she still a princess?"

"If the princess came here disguised as a prostitute, and then slept with a man casually and killed the man, I guess the emperor's coffin would not be able to hold it down." Su Shaoying shook his head.

"Will they come back again?" Ouyang Qing asked.

Although Gong Jiu and Beef Soup left, they obviously did not flee the town in a hurry, so Ouyang Qing naturally had this worry.

"Of course they will come back again." Su Shaoying smiled, "Unless he doesn't care about the secret I revealed."

Does Gong Jiu really care about his secret being discovered?

Su Shaoying was thinking when she saw a man, no, half a man, walking into the inn's gate.

He had one arm and one foot, leaning on an iron rod, his right leg was broken at the root, his right arm was cut off from the shoulder, and there was a knife wound on his face, hanging straight down from his right eye. Not only was his right eye blind, but his nose was also cut off in half, and his ears were gone.

No one knew what he looked like before, but he definitely looked weird and scary now.

Seeing this man, the whole inn became quiet, and then many diners left the table one after another. Even the innkeeper and the waiter who had just cleaned up Fei Xingzi's body hid behind the counter, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.

Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing looked very unhappy. Even though their methods were quite cruel, they couldn't help but feel sour in their stomachs when they saw this man.

How did this man survive?

Su Shaoying was also very moved. This Mu Yiban looked like Zhuge Gang with a broken leg, Jing Wuming with a broken arm, Xuanyuan Sanguang with a blind eye, and Yan Shuangfei with no ears.

Su Shaoying had not seen anyone with a cut nose yet, so he was the first one.

Mu Yiban walked slowly into the inn, came to the table for four people, and said lightly, "I am Mu Yiban, and I am honored to meet Su Erxia."

"Hello." Su Shaoying nodded and smiled.

"My master asked me to try your sword." Mu Yiban said lightly.

Su Shaoying smiled, "Is your master the prince of Taiping?"

Mu Yiban's eyes flashed, and he nodded, "Yes."

Su Shaoying looked up and looked out from the door of the inn, and saw the figures of Gong Jiu and Niu Rou Tang on the second floor window of the inn opposite.

"I just saw his swordsmanship, so he wants to see mine?" Su Shaoying asked.

"Yes." Mu Yiban nodded again.

"What if I don't attack?" Su Shaoying asked.

"If you don't attack, you will die." Mu Yiban said lightly.

Su Shaoying couldn't help laughing and said, "This is indeed your style."

In the original work, Mu Yiban took three people to the nameless island and gave them a chance. As long as they could defeat an invisible man on the nameless island, they could live.

Otherwise, Lu Xiaofeng would have died long ago.

"But if I attack, you will die." Su Shaoying said.

He is not Li Xunhuan or Hua Manlou. If Mu Yiban dares to attack him, he will not show mercy.

Mu Yiban had no expression on his face and didn't care, "Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the cane in his hand, used the cane as a sword, and stabbed from a strange angle.

Hua Manlou's expression moved, but Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing were shocked.

An expert can tell the outcome with just one move. When Mu Yiban thrusted out with his cane, the two women could tell that his swordsmanship was evil and ruthless. Although he was a bit unconventional, he had already mastered the art of swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was far superior to theirs.

"Good swordsmanship. This is the Hainan Sword School's Thirteen Styles of Heavenly Damage. The swordsmanship is strange, swift and sharp. It can often strike from incredible angles, killing people invisibly. The opponent can't see where the sword is until he is hit."

Su Shaoying spoke a long paragraph quickly. Mu Yiban had thrust out more than twenty swords, but none of them could hit Su Shaoying. He didn't even leave his seat.

Su Shaoying's figure seemed to be shaking, but a slight movement would allow the sensitive Mu Yiban to find out the clues and immediately change his moves to stab him.

But Su Shaoying didn't follow up, but continued to change, leading Mu Yiban to change his moves as well. So Mu Yiban thrust out more than twenty swords, but none of them really hit Su Shaoying.

Mu Yiban's face changed. It was the first time he encountered such a situation.

Su Shaoying couldn't help but laugh. He finally experienced the comfortable feeling of Li Xunhuan in the original book when he faced him.

"The secret "Heavenly Thirteen Styles" of Hainan Sword School has been lost for thirty years. It is said that the current head of the sect only passed down two of them. I didn't expect that you have all the inheritance here. You are worthy of being the invisible man on the nameless island."

Su Shaoying said with a click of the tongue, "Ruyi Orchid Hand, Heavenly Thirteen Styles, Finger Knife, I am really curious. I wonder how many magical skills that have long been lost in the martial arts world are there on the island?"

Mu Yiban's single eye turned red. He used all his strength and raised the crutch in his hand. With the wind and thunder, he chased the moon like a shuttle and broke through the air like lightning, and stabbed directly into Su Shaoying's chest.

"Want to know? Go ask the King of Hell!"

"Even the final choice is exactly the same as mine." Su Shaoying shook his head and sighed.

"Open!" Mu Yiban shouted, all his internal strength poured in, trying to pierce Su Shaoying through.

But Mu Yiban just shouted halfway, and suddenly couldn't shout any more, because he suddenly found that there was a little air leakage in his throat, and he couldn't help but make a "hissing" sound.

The next moment, the surging internal force forced the blood in the chest to the throat, and a stream of blood spurted out.

Mu Yiban couldn't help but look at Su Shaoying's hands, and then found that his sword was still in the scabbard.

"This... can't... be possible!" Mu Yiban said in a hissing voice.

"This is the sword-drawing technique of a man named 'Flying Swordsman'. In terms of the speed of this sword, no one in the world can match it. Neither Ye Gucheng nor Ximen Chuxue can do it, nor can your master."

Su Shaoying looked at Mu Yiban, "So you died under this sword, not unjustly, and you should rest in peace."

Mu Yiban stared at Su Shaoying, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He staggered back two steps, then fell over.

Su Shaoying waved at the innkeeper, pointed at Mu Yiban on the ground, and threw a silver ingot on the counter.

Seeing the innkeeper and the shop assistant dragging Mu Yiban's body away skillfully, Su Shaoying looked at Gong Jiu in the inn opposite and sent a faint voice with his internal force.

"Facing this sword, there is only one way, that is, don't let me get close when you draw the sword."