Chapter 400 Seizing the Sword

In the dark night, the villa located in the mountains is brightly lit.

In the guest room in the east courtyard, Zhang Er clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the bright moon at night through the window, looking a little anxious.

Liu Ji was sitting at the table, drinking the fine wine provided by Lingjian Villa. He was drunk and looked a little heartless. In the end, it was Zhang Er who broke this peaceful scene.

"Since the attack by the sun, the past few days have been calm, but my heart is always a little uneasy."

"What worries me is not the trap, but Mo Rusheng!"

Liu Ji seems heartless, but he can always tell the key to the matter. Zhang Er glanced at Liu Ji, sat back to his seat from the window, and calmed down the uneasiness in his heart.

"Since you have already seen it, I will not mince words. What happened that day was indeed a bit strange, and after that, Mo Rusheng locked himself in a quiet room and did not come out for several days. It was really unusual."

Although it is really unkind to speak ill of the master on someone else's land. But Zhang Er didn't understand that Mo Rusheng's son was about to get married. At this time, people in Lingjian Villa were in a panic. Instead of coming out to take charge of the overall situation, he had been in seclusion, which was really weird.

Is there anything more important than your son's wedding?

"We are guests, and we cannot overstep our bounds. I came to Lingjian Villa with my fifty guests to lend a helping hand to Mo Rusheng. I have fulfilled my duty as a friend. As for the rest, it's better to leave it alone."

Zhang Er listened to Liu Ji's words and finally nodded.

"It can only be the!"

Zhang Er was raising his glass to drink when he suddenly heard a sound outside the door.

"Brothers Wai Huang Ling and Liu Ji are also here. My trip is not boring."

A familiar voice sounded outside. Zhang Er stood up and opened the door, only to see a chubby man wearing a red mask outside.

"The Zhu Family Hall Master!"

Zhang Er bowed his hand and the Zhu family returned the gift. Seeing Liu Ji behind him, his face was flushed and he wanted to get up, but he couldn't.

"How much did Brother Liu Ji drink?"

The Zhu family followed Zhang Er into the house and seemed to be used to seeing Liu Ji like this.

"not a lot."

Liu Ji waved his sleeves, looking drunk.

The two sat down, Zhang Er looked at the Zhu family and asked.

"How many disciples did the hall master bring this time?"

"It's just me and my two disciples."

Zhang Er was a little surprised. Could it be that the Zhu family really came to attend the wedding and didn't hear any news about the trap?

Zhang Er was about to ask more questions, but Liu Ji interrupted him.

"The fact that Hall Master Zhu is here will increase Lingjian Villa's momentum, and he will be more confident in dealing with the trap."

Liu Ji rarely interrupted Zhang Er's words. After all, Liu Ji was under Zhang Er's sect. Although they had a good relationship, there was a distinction between host and guest after all. However, Zhang Er was not angry. Because Liu Ji's words were reminding him that the Zhu family only brought two disciples here for another reason.

The Zhu family shook their heads.

"To be honest with you two, there are disputes in the Jianghu and the situation is complicated. Both of you know the relationship between the Nong family and the Mo family. Although I came here this time as a friend, it ultimately violated the order of the hero."

Zhang Er's expression changed, but he didn't say anything, only a slight bow.

"The hall master is righteous!"

The three of them were drinking, but suddenly they felt something was wrong.

A wave of sword energy came from the direction of the quiet room where Mo Rusheng was retreating. Only this time, it was even stronger than when Zhanri broke into the villa.

Zhang Er and Zhu Jia looked at each other, stood up and wanted to go to support, but saw that Liu Ji had fallen to the ground and had fallen asleep.

"Somebody come!"

Zhang Er's guest came in from outside and bowed his hands.

"The situation is complicated. Please guard Liu Ji and protect his safety."

"promise!"

When Zhang Er and the Zhu family arrived at the courtyard where the quiet room was located, the disciples from Lingjian Villa had already arrived first, and the leaders among them were Mo Rusheng's son Mo Yigu and his daughter-in-law Gong Chengxiu.

And Mo Rusheng was half-kneeling on the ground with his hair disheveled, holding a blood-red sword in his hand. In front of him, a man wearing a dragon mask stood, holding a blue sword in his hand.

General Moye, this pair of male and female swords, the day they were forged, filled the world with murderous intent. Not only did the man who made the sword die because of it, but the King of Chu who held the sword also died because of it. However, this is also a pair of swords with deep love and righteousness.

Now, when the pair of swords are rivals with each other, the scene seems a bit strange.

"Jade-faced Feilong, your Mo family's chivalry is admired by people in the world. As the leader of the Mo family, you broke into my Lingjian Villa at night and hurt my father. How is it that you are not afraid of ruining the three hundred years of the Mo family? Qing Yu!"

Different from Mo Yigu's loud questioning, Mo Rusheng, who was at the forefront, seemed a little unusual, and his voice was like a roaring beast.

"Why...you can!"

However, everyone saw that the leader of the Mo family did not say much. He looked like a ghost and struck Mo Rusheng with a palm, trying to seize the other sword in his hand.

However, Mo Rusheng held on tightly, refusing to let go even if there was a danger of serious injury.

"Great Commander!"

The Zhu family was behind and shouted loudly, fearing that the leader of the Mo family would really hurt Mo Rusheng. He didn't understand why the leader of the Mo family was like this?

However, Mo Yigu and Gong Chengxiu had already stepped forward.

Mo Yigu's swordsmanship is fierce, and Gong Chengxiu's martial arts are also impressive.

But when the two of them passed the retreating Mo Rusheng and wanted to fight with the leader of the Mo family, the other party retreated and did not continue to follow.

Then, the leader of the Mo family left the already dilapidated quiet room without saying much.

Mo Rusheng, on the other hand, seemed to be relieved, holding Gan Jiang in his arms, but still refused to let go.

Just when everyone was concerned about Mo Rusheng's injury, in the corner of the courtyard outside the quiet room, a man with a spider tattoo on his arm quietly retreated from the side.

In the mountains and forests.

Zhao Shuang sat on the big stone. Li Ji took off her dragon gauze mask and looked at the cyan sword in her hand with a complicated look on her face.

"Mo Rusheng's cultivation and swordsmanship should be better than mine. But why, when we fought just now, he seemed to be no match for me?"

Zhao Shuang smiled and looked at Li Ji.

"Didn't you feel anything strange when you held this sword?"

Li Ji was a little confused.

"It went very smoothly, nothing unusual."

Zhao Shuang pulled out the Moye Sword from Li Ji. When he first took it, he didn't feel anything unusual, but as the sword intent poured into it, a surge of killing intent came over, mixing with the sword intent.

Zhao Shuang's hand holding the sword turned, and his body's energy changed. The killing intent seemed to be unable to find a breakthrough, and the sword buzzed and trembled slightly.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the killing intent was suppressed and could no longer affect Zhao Shuang's sword intent. On the contrary, the long sword adapted to Zhao Shuang's sword intention.

The long sword was sheathed again and returned to Li Ji's hand. Zhao Shuang clapped his hands and smiled slightly.

"Mo Rusheng didn't use the Ganjiang Sword, so you were no match for him; but he did, and that's how you won so easily. Now, it's time for the snare to get anxious."