Chapter 22: CH 21.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 21.2

Mo Fei Chen had made up his mind. Mo Fei Chen once again entered the arena with his Qing Gong. Those sect disciples rushed forward with their swords flying, the effect was like watching a gangster street fight in the old days.

Mo Fei Chen raised his sword Qi to slice off the tips of their swords and then cut off the rope from Lu Qingmo’s body, “How can I help you?”

“By tapping our Yu Chi point!”

What? With just hitting the pressure point? Is it worthwhile that I have to turn and roll around here? You could have just yelled and I would have heard you!

Mo Fei Chen hit Lu Qingmo’s Yu Chi point and then used his invisible sword Qi to tap Wen Qian Liu, Wen Qing Yuan and other people’s acupuncture points.

Lu Qingmo directly lowered his head and started to vomit the sour liquid, the other sect leaders also started to vomit, Mo Fei Chen was even more exaggerated as he lowered his head and also vomited after them.

The effect of vomiting was so good that those disciples of the Jing Shui Sect who had wanted to come forward could not help it. Mo Fei Chen took the opportunity to hit them again with his sword Qi.

“We’ve spit out the Yi jin san but unfortunately we still need some time to return the Qi to its original state and recover our internal breath.” Lu Qingmo wiped the corner of his mouth as he said this.

“Time? How much time do you need?” Mo Fei Chen was about to cry, “That Vice Leader will be here soon.”

“She’s already here.” Lu Qingmo lifted his chin.

He slowly turned his head around and saw a woman in a long black dress, wearing a half mask and smiling coldly at him.

“I didn’t expect to see such huge waves caused by an unknown disciple, I, Leng Yufang, have really made a mistake (miscalculated).”

Although only half of her face could be seen, Mo Fei Chen could conclude that if the other half of her face was also symmetrical, then she would be a great beauty.

Mo Fei Chen blinked, this was the woman who had stolen his devil father’s heart and soul …

“Let’s see what you are capable of——” As soon as her words left her mouth, a powerful sword Qi came through like a poisonous snake spitting its tongue. Mo Fei Chen rushed to defend himself with his sword Qi but the moment his spiritual sword touched it, it seemed to be carried away by the other sideGong, unable to block it for him. Luckily, he was able to dodge the blow with his good Qing Gong.

“Good Qing Gong! But we still have to see if you still can stay alive until they regain their internal force!” Leng Yufang came up with a hint of interest in her eyes. Mo Fei Chen knew that this woman was not the same as those he had just fought.master According to He Yunfeng’s wording, this woman was definitely a first-class master.

Mo Fei Chen was horrified. The more anxious he was, the more he was being toyed with by his opponent. Leng Yufang was interested but didn’t want to waste time on him, within three swords, Mo Fei Chen must die!

“The downstream reaches the place of forgetfulness, the condensing air comes to the point of lining with the jade. The milky way and the earth are warm, there is no trace of the moon!” Lu Qingmo propped one hand on the edge of the chair, half-probing his body as he said loudly.

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Mo Fei Chen heard what he was saying as if it was directing his inner Qi, through concentration, to another part of his body, so he gave it a try and threw his spiritual sword out, instantly blocking Leng Yu Fang’s spiritual sword.

Lu Qingmo was also dumbfounded. He was just going to say that relying on his luck, if Mo Fei Chen was really hit by Leng Yufang, as long as he didn’t die, Leng Yufang would probably have just left him there like she did with the other disciples.

However, he did not think that Mo Fei Chen’s internal martial art were taught by He Yunfeng, since Lu Qingmo could be considered as Luo Lianyun’s disciple’s disciple, He Yunfeng and Luo Lianyun were good friends and had studied martial arts in their early years together, so perhaps their martial arts complement each other. Now, the phrases rhyme taught by Lu Qingmo were a perfect match for He Yunfeng’s internal martial arts, so he (MFC) could get twice the result with only half of the effort.

Leng Yufang saw that Mo Fei Chen had unexpectedly blocked her first sword therefore when she released her second sword, it was almost at her full strength.

Mo Fei Chen was unable to hold it any longer (in blocking his enemy’s attack) and his sword Qi was wiped out by his opponent, hitting him in the chest. He then fell out and hit a female disciple of the Xiu Shui Palace and when he looked over, he saw Jun Wushuang.

The other party widened his eyes as he looked at him and gritted his teeth, “You, this idiot, what are you doing by running back here?”

Mo Fei Chen controlled and smoothed his breath. This time, he had been injured quite badly and could not get up for a while.

“Hurry up, get up!” Jun Wushuang squinted his eyes and looked at Leng Yufang who was slowly walking towards him and said with a shaky voice, “Quickly run! Run!”

Mo Fei Chen narrowed his eyes, if I could run, I would have run ah! But this matters has come to this point, life and death are ruled by fate, right? “My wife…is still here…how can I, your husband run…?”

At this time, that little servant girl came from Leng Yufang’s behind, “Report to the Vice Leader, this young man seems to be a friend of Protector Yu.”

“Oh…” Leng Yufang smiled, Mo Fei Chen suddenly felt guilty toward Yu Jin in his heart. Yu Jin had imprisoned him in the room to protect and prevent something bad from happening to him. However, now…

“Wait till I’m done dealing with this little thing, then I will go and hold Yu Jin’s accountability.”

Jun Wushuang’s face became unusually painful while Leng Yufang already took out her sword.

Exactly just at this moment, another bold and thick sword Qi suddenly arrived and blocked that attack from Mo Fei Chen’s body. The moment Leng Yufang’s sword Qi hit it, it instantly became like an ink trace, faded away and disappeared.

Leng Yufang looked back and saw Lu Qingmo with his stern face.

With a flick of his wrist, Lu Qingmo’s sword swept in, as if to carry away everything. Mo Fei Chen’s eyes widened, normally the sword Qi would become weaker at the time it was pulled out longer than it should be, but ‘Dang Xiao Sword’ was different. It seemed to shake off the noise of the mundane world in the air and as if it was about to swallow its opponent in an instant.

Mo Fei Chen slowly closed his eyes and he saw Lu Qingmo’s carriage looked like a banished immortal and Jun Wushuang’s face was as bright and clear as jade.

Finally, he could be in peace for a while…

Translator’s note:

I try to use the term spiritual sword as the variant of sword Qi. It meant the same though.

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