Xuanxia

Chapter 135 Fighting
Fu Qingzhou had his reasons for choosing the ruined temple as the battlefield.

Although Yue Heng was in the temple, at least he was under his nose.

Before knowing that the killer who came tonight was Wu Yan, Fu Qingzhou first realized that this was a killer who was patient, powerful, and good at hiding.

If the battle takes place outside the temple, the first and most difficult thing to deal with is the skill of concealment.

The Smoker is not that trustworthy. He might save himself from death, but he doesn't mind getting seriously injured first and then trying to persuade himself to escape... From his point of view, running away is definitely the better choice.

The second is Yue Heng.

Fu Qingzhou believed that a killer who would choose to scout the area and destroy the trap before midnight would find a way to tie him down, sneak into the ruined temple, and kill Yue Heng first to complete the mission.

In this case, it would be better to choose a ruined temple.

At least in this dilapidated temple, every corner can be seen at a glance. Wu Yan has nowhere to hide, and he can't bypass him and attack Yue Heng quietly.

Of course, I was using a bow and arrow, so shooting in a temple was definitely more difficult than shooting in an open area in the wild.

But this kind of scene now... is the result of his careful consideration.

The moonlight was spreading, and the sword stopped when it was an inch in front of Fu Qingzhou's eyebrows.

The long bow was raised upright, firmly blocking the tip of the sword and blocking it.

"Brother Wu Yan."

Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Last time we met, we were comrades, but now we are enemies."

Wu Yan looked at him indifferently, without any expression on his face. He took a half step back, turned around, and stabbed again with the rapier at an extremely tricky angle.

Fu Qingzhou drew his bow to block again, and with his other hand drew an arrow and stabbed at him, but Wu Yan blocked it with his sword.

The two of them fought back and forth in the small temple, and quickly became two whirlwinds.

But it was obvious that Wu Yan had the upper hand.

His sword is not very powerful, but it is fast and strange.

There are many variations in sword techniques, light and agile, powerful and complicated... The king of all weapons has all kinds of attacks and defenses. Fu Qingzhou has also read many sword techniques in the Wuwei Temple library, but he has never seen a sword technique like this one.

It seemed to be deliberately avoiding the normal people's habit of using weapons. Except for the most common forward stabbing sword, when Wu Yan used almost every sword move, his body would twist and turn and stab the rapier.

The angles of these sword moves were often unexpected and unpredictable. When Wu Yan was in front of Fu Qingzhou, his sword would appear from behind Fu Qingzhou; when he jumped high, the tip of the sword would turn to the side of Fu Qingzhou's neck...

This strange combination of swordplay and body movements made Fu Qingzhou extremely uncomfortable.

Before, when he was in Wandu Mountain, he had not yet broken through the fourth realm, let alone fought side by side with Wu Yan, so he could not experience this strangeness.

Fu Qingzhou had not engaged in close combat with the killers last night, and had not truly experienced the strangeness of this sword technique.

Until now...

"Well!"

A cloud of blood bloomed on his shoulder. Fu Qingzhou took two steps back and stopped just in front of the sleeping Yue Heng.

Wu Yan still had no expression on his face. He swung his sword lightly, shook off the blood on the tip of the sword, and attacked again.

Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly stern, and his lips slightly opened: "Hey!"

In an instant, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard outside the temple!

A hint of surprise flashed across Wu Yan's eyes. He stopped attacking and drew his sword horizontally in front of him.

The next moment, a flash of red light pierced through the empty wall and hit his rapier heavily!

The blow was quite powerful and Wu Yan was knocked back half a step. Fu Qingzhou took this opportunity to draw the short knife from his waist and rushed forward, rolling on the ground and swinging the knife at Wu Yan's calf.

"You kid can do it!"

The smoker's voice of praise rang in his mind: "Just now you pretended to scratch his mark, but you were actually carving a symbol? How did you manage to do it without even me noticing?"

"Because you are just like Wu Yan, too careless!"

Fu Qingzhou shouted softly in his mind and continued to attack.

Of course Wu Yan couldn't be careless. All of this could be summed up in four words: impossible to guard against.

All that was left on each tree trunk was a meaningless field.

But the circle of tree trunks surrounding the ruined temple, each field combined together, formed a very simple and crude formation. "You don't think I only learned talismans in Langhuan Mountain and didn't read those formation books?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered in his heart, and while Wu Yan was forced to retreat by him, he drew his bow and shot an arrow very quickly!
This was the first arrow he shot during the fierce battle with Wu Yan tonight.

At the same time, he moved his lips again and uttered the word "Du".

An iron arrow and a red light approached Wu Yan from the front and back at the same time. Wu Yan frowned slightly, but suddenly stood still.

Under Fu Qingzhou's astonished gaze, he dodged the iron arrow by leaning sideways, but allowed the red light to hit his back heavily!
Blood exploded behind him, but Wu Yan didn't utter a sound.

On the contrary, he just staggered half a step, then slowly raised his head and looked over, with a look of calmness and relief in his eyes.

"Damn, is he trying to see if this move of mine can really hurt him?"

Fu Qingzhou's heart trembled.

Only then did he remember that two years ago on the Wan Du Mountain, Wu Yan was a man who was not afraid of pain or injury. No matter how many times he was stabbed, it did not affect his fighting, and he acted like nothing had happened throughout the whole process!

"what……"

Fu Qingzhou laughed dryly, put the short knife back into the scabbard at his waist, held the long bow tightly with both hands, and held it horizontally in front of him like a short stick: "It seems that the only way left is a fight to the death."

Wu Yan tilted his neck, made a click, and raised the rapier again.

Fu Qingzhou knew... that the battle between the two had only truly begun at this moment, and everything before that was just a test.

The next moment, the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time.

A cold shadow flashed, a red light suddenly appeared, blood foam splashed, and the figures were confused.

The thin sword was permeable and had no rules. No matter how Fu Qingzhou dodged or blocked it, he still got more sword wounds on his body.

The red light emitted by the formation outside the temple was also absorbed by Wu Yan without exception. His red clothes were stained with blood, and it was impossible to tell how badly he was injured - but no matter how badly he was injured, he didn't care.

Gradually, Fu Qingzhou fell into a disadvantage again.

Wu Yan... is too strong.

There was no flaw in his swordsmanship, and he turned a blind eye to non-fatal injuries. However, Fu Qingzhou was unable to exchange injuries for injuries like he did.

What's more, as time goes by, Wu Yan will not get tired or slow down, but Fu Qingzhou is different.

His blood was flowing, his wounds were aching, and his strength was declining.

With a bang, Fu Qingzhou used the Yiran Jue and slapped Wu Yan's chest heavily, knocking him back, but at the same time the thin sword lightly scratched his shoulder and neck.

The sword was supposed to hit his throat, but because Wu Yan was knocked away, the sword instead cut the flesh on his shoulder and neck.

Fu Qingzhou covered his wound, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

Wu Yan, who was knocked flying, stood up with a somersault on the ground. Blood soaked the hem of his long robe and formed a pool of blood on the soles of his feet, but he did not look tired at all and still walked forward with the sword in his hand.

"Run, stop fighting."

The voice of the smoker buzzed in Fu Qingzhou's mind: "You are no match for him. Don't put your life at risk for a scholar you just met."

Fu Qingzhou spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm and did not answer.

"Tsk."

The smoker immediately understood what he meant: "Be stubborn."

"It's not that I'm stubborn, but once I say something, I can't take it back." Fu Qingzhou replied calmly in his mind: "Brother Yue and I have agreed to be classmates at the Palm Sword Academy in the future."

"Are you crazy?" The smoker was mad: "You have known him for two days?"

"People like you who only care about profit won't understand... He shouldn't die, that's enough."

Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath and whispered in his heart: "You said, my Yi Ran Jue is now superior to Qi Ran Jue. In the past two years, I have also roughly known how to operate Qi..."

Before he finished speaking, the smoker knew what he was going to do and was shocked: "Don't try to kill yourself!"

But Fu Qingzhou wasn't asking for his opinion at all.

As he spoke, a strong warm current surged from his lower back, and his long hair danced without wind!

(End of this chapter)