"Let me teach you a few free moves," Shen Mo's face seemed to have no big surprise, and he said to Meng Tianfeng lightly: "Woman..."

"I know, it's only interesting when I'm not successful, right?"

This time, even Meng Tianfeng knew what he was going to say, so he immediately responded accurately.

"Yes!" Shen Mo on the bamboo chair looked careless and turned over lazyly.

...

Now for Shen Mo, the situation he faces is becoming more and more complicated. This time, Yan Baiyu's reward was far beyond his expectations, and all his previous speculations were lost.

Shen Mo knew very well that even though he had a lot of things in his hands now, he still couldn't piece it all together and formed a complete plan.

This may very likely indicate that the plan formulated by the wise man in the other party’s team must be unrealistic!

"This group of people is really hard to deal with!" Shen Mo thought with his teeth in his heart: "The old man in green robe, the man named Mr. Hong, has a scheming like an abyss, which is impossible to measure at all.

There is also the master of martial arts, Wanyan Tieshu, who always covers his head like a huge shadow, making him feel illusioned of being monitored at all times and dare not relax his vigilance at all.

And the plan they have planned for a long time is like an angry tide!

If he watched the plan progress like this, he would probably wait until the day the plan was successfully completed, and he would still be kept in the dark.

At that time, he was not an undercover agent, but an accomplice of the Jin Dynasty's secret spy!

The more Shen Mo thought about it, the more anxious and depressed he felt. Under his calm appearance, he was almost driving himself crazy!

...

In the afternoon, Meng Tianfeng went out once, and this time he didn't come back for a long time.

After he entered the yard, he handed a brand new goose feather knife to Shen Mo. Shen Mo knew nothing about this time without saying anything.

Since he was given a knife, there was naturally a place where he needed to use it. But Meng Tianfeng didn't say a word and walked straight into his room.

When Meng Tianfeng came out of the house in the evening, he saw Shen Mo practicing knife in the yard.

Shen Mo's sword move was very strange. A snow-shiny goose feather knife was pressed against his body, sliding back and forth, swimming up and down.

I saw Shen Mo's hands circling and flying, with his footwork light and steady. However, the back of his goose-feather sword never left his body. Instead, as he waved, he rolled around like a spirit snake.

This was the sword move that Shen Mo realized when he used his sword body to block the heavy bombardment of the golden hammer that day.

Shen Mo found that the closer his sword was to his body, his defense would become more dense and delicate, so when the back of the sword was pressed against his body, Xueliang's blade seemed to have become a piece of armor on his body.

In this case, almost any chopping before touching his clothes would be blocked by the blade of the Yanling Knife.

"They replaced the guards of Houchao Sect with their own people, and the families of the generals on the frontier were monitored by them... Who are they targeting? After these scattered clues were put together, what was their plan...?" Shen Mo thought while dancing the Yanling sword in his hand.

At this moment, he certainly knew that Meng Tianfeng was looking at him from afar at the door, but he didn't care at all, and the knife in his hand was getting faster and faster!

Until the end, the Yanling Knife jumped like a silver snake all over his body, as if it had become a part of his body.

"This move..." At this time, Meng Tianfeng was watching from the side, but frowned and shook his head.

"As the saying goes, you will lose if you keep it for a long time. You don't have one move to attack with just one move. You just keep defending, I'm afraid you won't be able to defend for long." Meng Tianfeng said next to Shen Mo.

"I know, you must not be firm and you must not be gentle for a long time." When Shen Mo said this, the sword in his hand suddenly changed!

In an instant, the yard was full of sword energy and silver light was shining. A series of winds that were hissing like tearing apart cloth came out in the air.

The knife in Shen Mo's hand suddenly started a fast attack!

This time, the quick knife was so fast that it was almost impossible to tell the order. I saw that the yard was like mountains and forests, and the tips of Shen Mo's sword flashed!

In an instant, Shen Mo used a sword as a sword and stabbed forty or fifty swords with the tip of the knife. Every move was extremely sharp and extremely fast!

What is most surprising is that his set of combos seemed endless, and countless quick attacks continued like a tide, as if there was no intention of stopping.

"In the battle at Wangxian Bridge, the other party asked me to assassinate the crown prince Zhao Rong. What was the purpose of it? They chose that place to take action. Was it an unintentional act or intentional act?" Shen Mo thought to himself.

At this moment, he felt that his heart was full of murderous intent, as if every part of the sword pointed to was a mystery that troubled him. The blade in his hand kept stabbing out and retracting it, and each sword stabbed hard towards these mysteries!

"When I went to assassinate the prince Zhao Rong, I was about to fail. The chill on my body showed that Wanyan iron tree was nearby, and its golden ring arrow pointed to my side!"

"At that time, he had to add another arrow and he could shoot Zhao Rong to the spot immediately. But why didn't he shoot this arrow?"

With Shen Mo's blade attacking fiercely, the sound of wind breaking and roaring in the air became louder and louder. In all directions around him, the phantom of the blade had formed a shining ball of light!

"If the first knife cannot hit the first knife. There are thousands of swords behind it, what's the use?" At this time, Meng Tianfeng raised his eyebrows beside him, shook his head and said, "It's just good-looking!"

"Brother Meng is right. The so-called "welcoming the gate is three times, and when killing the enemy, it is only one knife!" Shen Mo answered loudly, and then the sword move in his hand changed again!

The sound of blades in the yard was silent in an instant.

I saw Shen Mo's blade narrowing like a mountain, like a thousand pounds of weight hanging on it. His blade rolled back in the air, slow and congested every move, as if he slowed down his movements dozens of times, intentionally letting others see clearly.
Chapter completed!