Mu Yunfeng unsheathed his long sword, and the three-foot green blade whirled. He held it behind his hand and shouted loudly: "You, a person who bullies his master and destroys his ancestors, betrays his friends for glory, do not deserve to live in this world!"
He was wearing a Taoist robe hanging to the floor, his eyes were as clear as a deep pool, and a few pieces of hair on his forehead were flying in the breeze.
——Youth.
——Perseverance.
——Zhang Yang.
Yan Zhuo looked at Mu Yunfeng who stepped forward, with a dazzling light shining in his eyes. This light came from both Yan Zhuo's eyes and the dazzling Mu Yunfeng. In Yan Zhuo's eyes, Mu Yunfeng was the "Xia Xia"
The best representative of "Shao", he is young with a bit of stubbornness, he is smart with a bit of innocence, he is impulsive with a kind of kindness.
He dares to stand up for the good and the weak, and dares to shoulder the moral responsibility in this world. His eyes are bright, his heart is bright, and his sword is also bright!
Taoist Kong Kong looked at Mu Yunfeng in front of him and smiled disdainfully. He saw that Mu Yunfeng was wearing a Taoist robe, and then looked at the student. He secretly said in his heart: "What a junior. Your senior brother has been taken care of by me, and you are just a young boy."
You dare to come here to die, how brave you are."
He didn't take Mu Yunfeng seriously at all.
I saw him, flicking his sword and smiling, and the sword roared to Kunlun: "Since you are here to die, I will help you!"
Taoist Kong Kong took a step forward and used the move "East Wind Night Release". This move is a move that combines virtuality and reality. The tip of the sword first stabs the lower body, and when the toes touch the ground, it stabs the throat diagonally upwards, and then falls together.
The shadow of the sword flickered, making people dizzy and panicked. His move was extremely fast, and the point where the sword pointed was already sending chills through his body.
A quick sword and a ruthless heart. Quickness can break momentum, but ruthlessness can break courage.
One quick and one ruthless, this is the essence of Kong Kong's swordsmanship.
Mu Yunfeng watched the sword blade stabbing his lower body. He slipped on his toes and made a circle to avoid the false move. But just as he turned around, the empty sword blade slanted upwards and stabbed his throat.
Mu Yunfeng had just dodged a move, but now another killing move came. His heart dropped, but he didn't panic. He flicked his wrist and threw out a sword flower, trying to seal his empty door.
But Taoist Kongkuang's swordsmanship is fierce, and the Xuantian Sword is a rare magical weapon in the world.
I saw Xuantian's sword straight up, and as soon as it touched the sword flower thrown by Mu Yunfeng, it was like a storm crashing on the shore, killing the sword flower to pieces.
Mu Yunfeng did not expect such a situation. He stepped back and retreated, trying to avoid the sword, but Kong Kong's sword was too fast. No matter how smart Mu Yunfeng reacted, the blade of Kong Kong's sword would still brush against him.
The tip of his nose was scratched on his chin.
Mu Yunfeng only felt like a bee sting on the tip of his nose, and the pain was burning. He was secretly shocked and said in his heart: "I didn't expect that Taoist Kong Kong's subordinates are actually quite capable. It seems that they cannot underestimate the enemy."
The empty Taoist was also shocked. Although this move was simple, he had used all his strength in pursuit of "quick and ruthless": "This kid is not simple. He still dodged it like this. It seems that he has to fight hard."
It’s over!”
His nickname was "Cut the River with One Sword", which made him famous for his wide opening and closing of sword moves, as well as being extremely fast and cruel. He immediately summoned up his strength and used his special skill "Thousands of Mountains and Ten Thousand Paths". His move was one of a kind.
When he came out, Mu Yunfeng's eyes were instantly enveloped by a sword shadow, and the mighty sword energy was like a thousand mountains falling to the ground, pressing towards Mu Yunfeng with a coercive force.
The so-called "Thousands of Mountains and Ten Thousand Paths" are all supported by one inner strength. The stronger the inner strength, the more sword moves can be made, and the power of this move will become heavier with the more sword moves. Emptiness is at its peak.
During this time, he could slash out sixty-four swords in one go. Ling Lie's ability to hold thousands of mountains with his sword was the same as before. However, in recent years, he had run out of energy and could only slash out thirty swords.
Mu Yunfeng saw that Kong Kong was extremely powerful and did not dare to fight him head-on. He could only use his physical skills to guard the door and wait for him to take a breath before looking for a chance to fight. He still knew the principle of "it can't last long". As long as he trusted me
When Kong Qi is exhausted, there is a chance! But the truth is this. Kong Kong's sword is powerful and heavy. Let alone thirty swords, he has only cut twelve swords. His tiger's mouth is already sore, and one arm is like plaster.
It was numb and stiff, and even the sword had twelve cuts on it.
"This Taoist Master Kong's swordsmanship is really good, and he also has a sword. If I had this sword..."
If Mu Yunfeng had this Xuantian Sword, maybe he could cut off the Void Saber in three moves. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. When will we also have a good sword?
Taoist Kong Kong held the sword in his hand. Seeing that Mu Yunfeng only defended but did not attack, his scornful mood became even stronger. For a moment, he actually felt that he had returned to his youth, back to the white horse running wildly in the wind. His pride soared, and he held it in his hand.
Thirty-two sword strikes were struck one after another, but just when the thirty-three sword strikes were about to strike, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a heartbreaking pain spread from his heart to his entire chest. It was this pain that
It made the sword in his hand a little slower.
When Mu Yunfeng saw that Kong Kong's moves were slowing down, he did not hesitate and took action immediately.
The sword light flashed like a meteor sweeping over the ground, and the gap opened by the Xuantian Sword penetrated the hollow heart like a shark's tooth. The bright red blood flowed through the gap like a ferocious beast eating its prey.
Taoist Kong Kong looked at his chest, his eyes bulging in shock. He obviously didn't believe that he would lose. He had obviously returned to the White Horse Youth, how could...how could he lose!
"How could I lose? I am the leader of Jinding. I defeated Qing Yang and also defeated Lei Qi. How could I lose?"
As he said this, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blood dripped on his hand. It was red and bright. He looked at Mu Yunfeng in disbelief, and slowly fell down with this disbelief, falling on a pool of his own blood.
——If I don’t feel heartache, I will never lose!
In fact, Kong Kong did not lose to Mu Yunfeng's sword, he lost to his own body. His energy has long been depleted due to his indulgence in the past few years, especially in recent days, the six boxes lingering in Baiyun Villa
, it even damaged his heart. After another round of battle between Lei Jie, Lei Qing, and Mu Yunfeng, he was so passionate that the blood in his chest suddenly expanded, and while the blood was surging, his heart was not smooth for a while, and he suddenly had a myocardial infarction.
That's why he failed.
Seeing the fallen empty Taoist, no one in the Golden Dome Palace felt a sense of relief. They stood there with gloomy faces, without saying a word, like stone men who had lost their vitality.
Regardless of whether this empty Taoist is alive or dead, the Golden Dome Palace has already lost. The leader was poisoned and killed, and the master of the Demon Subduing Palace was sniped to death by his fellow sect. In one day, the three masters of the Golden Roof Palace were gone, as well as inside and outside the palace.
It was a mess, and the number of Jinding Taoists who survived the chaos was only five hundred. It seemed that the Jinding Palace's decline was a foregone conclusion.
Yan Zhuo looked at the golden summit after the chaos, turned to look at Qiao Zhenyue, and whispered: "It seems that the ambition of Baiyun Villa is not small."
"The world is in trouble." Qiao Zhenyue, with his beard and hair like a halberd, couldn't bear to look at the golden dome and could only look up at the sky. Just when he looked up at the sky, a series of flying lanterns from Baiyun Villa broke into his field of vision.
