Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 321: Sword, Light, Sword and Shadow

Emperor Mingli sat on the majestic dragon chair, seeing everything in his eyes, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, then he waved his hand and said: "Give me the sword."

In Chengyu Hall, the singing and dancing dispersed, and the silk and bamboo stopped.

Soon there were palace servants who came with two swords and sent them to Baili Yuhua and Feng Wushang respectively. When the swords were drawn out, the cold light shone brightly, pierced with broken lights, as if they dazzled people's eyes.

Immediately, a minister worriedly suggested: "Your Majesty, the sword is too sharp, and it may hurt the harmony."

One is the prince's son of his Mingli.

One is the head of the family in southern Sichuan and the head of the Feng family. It is a problem if any of these two get hurt.

But Feng Wushang laughed and said: "Swords are indeed speechless, how about we make wooden swords instead?"

Baili Yuhua smiled disdainfully, "How does a wooden sword count as a sword? We only talk about swordsmanship, regardless of internal strength."

"I thought so too."

Feng Wushang smiled comprehensibly, and immediately she was magnificent and unparalleled, looking back at Baili Yuhua, although today's Baili Shizi was a little more angry, but in the deep anger, there was a kind of fierce anger that was vented. domineering.

The two suddenly faced each other with swords in hand.

As soon as the breath in the hall condensed, no one could clearly see who made the move first, and saw two haze-like purple shadows suddenly confronting each other in the hall, and then they missed each other in the blink of an eye. .

It seemed to be just an opening match just now, but in the eyes of an insider.

That Qianqian move just now had a chance to kill, if both of them had used their internal strength, the one move just now might have decided the outcome.

"Aren't these two people too crazy?" Su Yuche touched his nose incomprehensibly.

The way of swordsmanship is inherently false and real, but these two people don't play with falsehood, they only play with the real.

The most important thing is that these two people are still first-class swordsmanship masters. Within minutes, they have already exchanged several moves. The moves are difficult and dangerous, almost passing their throats, but the moves are all rehearsed by them. The flowing clouds and flowing water are like taking a walk in the garden.

At first glance, it looks as elegant and calm as a dance.

But it's not the same.

"The prince of Baili is good at swordsmanship!"

"The master of the Feng family is also good, but unfortunately, this son will not stay with you for too long," Baili Yuhua said coldly, and suddenly changed his hand. The sword light reflected the fierce purple clothes, and stabbed Feng Wushang straight. chest.

With extremely fast movement, Feng Wushang dodged in an instant, and at the same time sent out the long sword, directly grabbing Baili Yuhua's neck.

I thought that Baili Yuhua would dodge like every time, but Feng Wushang was wrong this time. Baili Yuhua didn't move, but suddenly shot like lightning, and the sword that was about to attack him The blade is held in the palm of your hand.

What time, bleeding profusely.

"Yuhua!"

Murong Jiujiu exclaimed in surprise, but couldn't sit still any longer, she stood up abruptly, looking at the sword blade that Baili Yuhua suddenly grasped tightly, her heart was almost broken.

A provocative smile quickly flashed across Baili Yuhua's enchanting glass eyes, and the sword blade in his other palm had already touched Feng Wushang's throat at an unknown time.

On his Bai Xue's neck, there was a shallow blood clot, and the blood streaked down along the cold sword edge, forming a short blood line.

"Patriarch Feng, what's the ending?"

Baili Yuhua asked with a sneer.

If such a trick was used in actual combat, Baili Yu would at most lose one palm, but Feng Wushang was in danger of having his throat cut, so the outcome was decided, but in an extremely extreme way.

Even though the sharp blade was pressed against his throat, Feng Wushang still did not change his face, and a sneer flashed in his dark eyes.

"This ending is not good, Prince Baili, I am afraid that the outcome of you and me cannot be determined from this small competition, right?"

Baili Yuhua narrowed his eyes, "What do you want?"

"Ask Baili Shizi a question, what should you do if you suddenly find out that something that should belong to you has been taken away by someone else?" Feng Wushang jokingly asked.

Baili Yuhua sneered: "Then what are you looking at?"

"Very important thing."

Baili Yuhua's eyes flickered slightly, and said: "Since what should belong to me, even if it is destroyed, it should be destroyed in my hands, and no one else can covet it."

Yes, he is such a person.

Feng Wushang curled his lips into a smile, mixed with bloodshot eyes, he was unparalleled, but under the gleam, Surging was indeed as bloodthirsty and domineering as Baili Yuhua, "Since you and I are the same person, Why bother to talk too much, Murong Jiujiu, I, Feng Wushang... it's decided."

The words fall.

Baili Yuhua was instantly furious.

But Feng Wushang had already escaped from his sword.

"Dang bang."

When the long sword fell to the ground, there was an ear-piercing shriek immediately, pulling the shocked people back to reality, and then exclaiming one after another: "Patriarch Feng... Hurry up, pass on the imperial doctor..."

"Yuhua."

Murong Jiujiu had already rushed to Baili Yuhua immediately.

Looking blankly at her bloody palm, she stared at him with distress and reproach, "You..."

"Shh."

Baili Yuhua gently touched her lips with one finger. Although his movements were kept very light, he still stained her lips with the blood in his hands. .

He smiled proudly and said: "A man can't lose in this kind of thing, otherwise, wouldn't he want to embarrass my woman in public?"

That's right, she swears that she has said so much before.

Murong Jiujiu's heart suddenly felt astringent, as if something was ups and downs in her chest, and then in her eyes and heart, there was only this poetic man in front of her, "Fool."

In fact, what she said before was just angry words, so what if she lost, but she knew that with Baili Yuhua's pride, how could she lose so easily.

He quickly pulled out the handkerchief from his bosom, but in fact it was just a cover-up. In the dark, Murong Jiujiu had already quickly activated the power of life in his body, and Baili Yuhua had a seemingly hideous wound on his palm.

Instantly heals at the speed of the naked eye.

Then she covered it with a handkerchief, and others couldn't find the clues inside.

"Jiujiu, I seem to be hurt too."

At this moment, Feng Wushang's voice sounded faintly from behind, indeed, his neck was cut, and he didn't care about it, at this moment the blood had already dripped onto his lapel.

Murong Jiujiu looked back indifferently, and said in a cold tone: "The head of the Feng family has a noble status, and has his own imperial doctor to take care of him."

In Feng Wushang's eyes, there was a flash of injury in an instant, he stood alone on the spot, like an abandoned child, staring at Murong for a long time, but the other party turned his back and refused to take another look at him.

"Patriarch Feng, you must have won the first prize before, remember?"

Feng Wushang smiled comprehensibly, "Naturally, I will not wear purple clothes in this life. Since Jiu Jiu chose black clothes for me, how about I only wear black clothes for the rest of my life?"

(End of this chapter)