I saw Tai'a making a sword technique, and suddenly took action with the long sword, and the "Galaxy Hanging Upside Down" move was very powerful.
Long Yang's long sword was tilted, and with two swish sounds, the sword edge slashed past the sword edge.
Tai'a's pupils tightened when he saw Long Yang's long sword slanting his palm, and he quickly grazed his sword with this move, stamped his feet violently, and took advantage of the situation to retreat back.
When Long Yang saw Tai'a dodge this move, the sword light came out again, and he shouted in the air: "One sword light can chill sixteen states!"
In an instant, the sword light was filled with the wind, and the cold wind hit the body. Sixteen sword lights rushed straight towards them like sixteen flying rainbows, reflecting on the faces of Tai'a and Luo Tao.
Long Yang looked at his move with an evil sneer on his lips. This was already the pinnacle move in his swordsmanship. One sword struck three, nine, fourteen, sixteen. Every sword light was like
A killing move is like a person with sixteen arms. How can ordinary people resist it?
Tai'a looked at the sword light and simply closed his eyes, holding the long sword in front of him. He listened to the wind and thought to himself: He transformed into sixteen with this move. No matter how fast my sword is, I can't stop it.
Sixteen sword rays, but the way of swordsmanship is to defeat the enemy with one move. At least fourteen of his sixteen moves were aimed at my neck, face, heart, ribs, and lower abdomen. I just had to guard the key points.
That’s good!
With this thought in mind, he shouted loudly, his sideburns and beard spread out, and the azure green light had already gathered on the sword body.
Just listen to bang bang bang... the sword blades hit each other one after another, making crisp impact sounds.
Tai'a held a long sword at the key point of the middle gate, and the sword's brilliant light made him turn blue.
After the impact, there were thirteen impacts in total.
This means that Tai'a has blocked thirteen swords in total, and three swords have fallen on him.
"You were struck by my three swords!" Long Yang's voice was very cold, and every word seemed to be laced with ice.
Tai'a said: "I was hit by three of your swords, but I'm still alive and I can still take action!"
Having said that, Tai'a took action.
His moves are not as complicated as Long Yang's. His sword moves are extremely simple and extremely fast.
The sword comes out like wind and lightning, and one strike has the force of wind and thunder.
Long Yang looked at Tai'a, who was rushing towards him, with that cold smile on his face again. He shouted in a low voice: "One sword frost-freezes the sixteen states!"
In a moment, this move was launched again. This time, the sixteen sword lights were very close to Tai'a's middle gate. At such a short distance, Tai'a had no time to react, but Tai'a didn't have to react. The swordsman's
Once the sword moves out, there is no intention of retreating.
A simple sword meets a complicated sword.
A ray of green light was instantly swallowed up by sixteen rays of silver light. Suddenly, a bit of blood burst out, revealing a brilliant red in the dazzling silver light.
Tai'a and Long Yang had their backs facing each other, with their swords in their hands and their bodies standing straight.
"Why are you still standing?" Long Yang asked.
Tai'a said: "Because I heard the singing of birds."
Long Yang was startled. The ruthless Tai'a had now reached the state of "feeling like flowers and bursting into tears"? He asked in confusion: "You heard the birdsong, what does it have to do with you still standing here?"
Tai'aleng sneered: "Then what does it have to do with you whether I stand or not?"
Long Yang smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Unexpectedly, after the ruthless Tai'a and the passionate young master went down the mountain, their sword skills did not improve, but their words became much sharper."
"Although my swordsmanship has not improved, your swordsmanship has not killed me." Tai'a said.
"But you have been seriously injured. You were hit by ten of the sixteen swords just now, and there are still three swords that cut into his lower abdomen and ribs. You must be very tired after standing for so long." Long.
There was a trace of amusement on Yang's face.
After Long Yang said this, beads of sweat oozed from Tai'a's forehead and the tip of his nose. He had indeed been seriously injured. The wounds on his sides and lower abdomen were very deep, and blood gushed out from the wounds like spring water.
Tai'a took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, why don't you think about you?"
Long Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Consider me, what should you consider me? I only hit you with one sword, and the wound of this sword was not deep and the blood was not much. I can kill you first and then think about it."
My wound."
"Although some wounds are not deep, they are still fatal."
"Huh?" Long Yang frowned, seemingly confused by what Tai'a said.
"Are you not surprised why your wound bleeds so little? Logically speaking, such a wound should bleed more." Tai'a said very lightly.
Long Yang listened to what Tai'a said and looked down at his wound. The wound slid straight from the left side of his left chest to the right side. The wound was more than three inches long and less than an inch deep. Logically speaking, although such a wound would not be fatal,
But there must have been a lot of blood, but Long Yang's wound only had a little blood streaks coming out, and there was no blood gushing out like spring water.
Long Yang frowned and shouted hurriedly: "You poisoned the edge of the sword? You are so despicable. How could a swordsman poison the sword? You have tarnished the sword and the name of the swordsman! Get the antidote!"
Listening to what Long Yang said, Tai'a couldn't help but raise his head to the sky, burst out laughing, and said: "You want the antidote? You want the lives of me and the young village master, why should I give you the antidote, you are so embarrassed.
Now you bury yourself in the soil, and if you bury yourself for seven to forty-nine hours, your poison will be gone. Otherwise, if the poison attacks your heart, not even Daluo Jinxian can save you!"
Long Yang's eyes widened and he looked at Tai'a in front of him. His eyes first flashed with fear, then surprise, and finally he smiled: "Tai'a, you are lying to me, you will not poison the sword.
You love your sword as much as your life, so asking you to poison the sword is probably more difficult than asking you to kill the young village owner, right?"
Tai'a smiled miserably and shook his head, saying: "I didn't expect that you are quite smart. There is no poison on this sword, but there is my sword energy on the blade. My sword energy sealed your bloody mouth and
Meridians, if you are not buried in the soil for a day, your meridians will be severed and you will die."
"One sword without blood?" Long Yang said in horror.
"Yeah, it's just a sword martial art. It's just that my move is a little bit underpowered. You can still see some blood on your wound."
Long Yang's pupils jumped, and he pointed the long sword in his hand at Tai'a again: "Well, it's just this little fire that allows me to move now. I can kill you and the young village master first, and then bury myself."
Into the soil.”
A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Tai'a's mouth. He knew that what Long Yang said was true. His whole body was covered with wounds, and he could only barely stand without the strength to fight back. The young master's heart was damaged, and he was afraid that he would not be able to exert his full strength for a while.
, this Long Yang's sword moves are very powerful, and my life is not that big, but I have to try my best to delay it so that the young master can see the flaw in Long Yang's sword technique.
He endured the pain, raised the sword in his hand, and looked at Long Yang.
Long Yang smiled and shouted: "Suffer death!"
The sword comes out, the light is cold in Jiuzhou!
But just as the sword light flashed, a ray of purple energy fell from the sky, and there was a "bang" sound, and a long sword slashed Long Yang's sword at an angle, and raised his sword edge.
Luo Tao takes action!
Long Yang couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and said: "Young master, you finally took action, but you are seriously injured now, so I'm afraid you are no match for me. So as long as you are willing to surrender, I will only take Tai'a's life, and I will lead you
How about you return to the Baiyun Dynasty and you will still be your young master? There is no need to do this for a dog."
"He is my eldest brother, my brother!"
Before Luo Tao finished speaking, he had already executed a move with a flick of his wrist. He had been learning Baiyun Sword Technique since he was a child, and he had gained a lot of knowledge in this sword technique. Now he had the blessing of the internal power of "Purple Clothes Divine Art", and each move was still the same.
It's a move from Baiyun Villa, but it has a different kind of momentum when used.
As soon as Long Yang and Luo Tao got to grips with each other, they suddenly realized that although the swordsmanship used by the young village master had traces and could be traced to the swordsmanship of Baiyun Villa, it was also erratic, and the last move he made was often the Baiyun swordsmanship.
The next move seemed right and wrong, leaving him confused.
Luo Tao picked up a sword and pierced Long Yang's shoulder. Long Yang swung his sword to block it, but as soon as the swords touched each other, he felt that Luo Tao's sword was weak and weak. He said: "This move raises the dragon and raises the phoenix."
, that’s not how it works, no, no!”
This move "Soaring from a dragon to a phoenix" is the basic sword technique of Baiyun Villa, and it is a sword move that every Baiyun disciple must learn. This move requires quickness and quickness, and the sword that Luo Tao just used was really crooked, not even a little bit.
There is no strength at all.
It's out of order! Why can't the young village master even use this move? Is it because his heart is damaged and he can't use his strength for a while?
Just when Long Yang was puzzled about the solution, Luo Tao struck out with his three swords again. These three swords were so powerful and heavy that they made his jaw go numb for a while.
Long Yang thought to himself: No, the three swords of the young master are very powerful, and it doesn't look like his heart has been damaged.
"Young Master, if this is the case, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" Long Yang said this, and in his hand was another move that prompted him to reach the pinnacle - One Sword Frost Cold Sixteen States.
After receiving Tai'a's "One Sword No Blood" move, he didn't want to use his inner strength to use this move, but Luo Tao was really difficult to deal with, so he had no choice but to take the risk.
Luo Tao looked at the sword light in the sky, frowned, and activated the inner energy of his purple clothes. Suddenly, a cloud of purple energy lingered around him. Hearing a soft drink, the purple energy suddenly turned into purple light, entangled with Long Yang's sixteen sword lights.
together.
Flashing.
The sword shadow flashes with purple light.
The internal energy of both sides gradually gathered together and gathered into a point. Then the point expanded violently, exploding into a ball of golden light that scattered like thunderbolts. After a loud noise, Luo Tao, Tai'a, and Long Yang all fell to the ground, and they were all
The inner energy that had been scattered just now was so explosive that he fainted.
A flying bird landed next to Luo Tao's ear and crowed a few times.
Luo Tao fell to the ground, and Yan Xiaoyu suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Yan Xiaoyu waved to him, with a smile on his face, and said with a sweet smile: Luo Tao, come here quickly, why don't you come here?
,Aren’t we good friends? Come and play with me.
Luo Tao looked at Yan Xiaoyu and couldn't help but chase him forward. But just when he was about to catch up with Yan Xiaoyu, a heavy rain suddenly fell, and the clear sky suddenly turned into overcast clouds.
Yan Xiaoyu hugged a dying Mu Yunfeng, with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at herself, whimpering and complaining: Luo Tao, why did you come here? Why did you come here, Xiao Mu?
He is dead.
Tears slid down her cheeks, like pear blossoms with rain, which made her feel a lot of pity.
Luo Tao slowly leaned next to Yan Xiaoyu and comforted him: "I brought Tianshan Snow Lotus and East China Sea Ambergris. You can try it on him. Maybe he can be saved."
Yan Xiaoyu: Go away, don’t come over, it’s all your fault, it’s all your fault that Xiao Mu died!
Luo Tao said: "Listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation!"
Yan Xiaoyu pushed Luo Tao away like crazy: Get out of here!
"No, no, no." Luo Tao looked at Yan Xiaoyu who was crying hysterically and shouted, "No!"
Luo Tao shouted and sat up. He saw a warm bonfire in front of him. There was a person sitting beside the bonfire, carefully examining the wounds on his body. It was Tai'a.
Tai'a looked at Luo Tao who suddenly sat up and said, "Brother Tao, are you awake? Are you having a nightmare?"
Luo Tao took a deep breath and asked, "What day is it now? Where are we now?"
"It's the night of the sixth day, and tomorrow morning will be the seventh day. We are still one day away from Yunmengze. If that kid is lucky, we still have time." Tai'a replied.
Luo Tao wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned over and stood up, and said: "Brother, let's go, let's leave now and get to Yunmengze as soon as possible."
Tai'a looked up at Luo Tao, and the swaying bonfire flickered in his dark pupils. He just looked at Luo Tao without speaking. After a long time, he nodded and said: "Okay, listen.
It's yours, let's go."
Tai'a didn't ask or persuade, he just nodded silently and led the horse for Luo Tao. The two got on the horse and galloped towards Yunmengze in the dark night.
Yunmengze, Inn.
The morning sun has peeked out of the sky, and the fiery red sun shines into the room, making Mu Yunfeng's complexion appear slightly rosy on the bed.
Yan Zhuo, Xiang'er and Yan Xiaoyu were all standing by Mu Yunfeng's side. Their eyes were tired, empty, helpless and sad. It was already the seventh day, and it was the end of Mu Yunfeng's life and death.
On the last day of the period, if Luo Tao hadn't rushed to Yunmengze with Tianshan Snow Lotus and East China Sea Ambergris today, Mu Yunfeng would have had no choice but to die.
Yan Xiaoyu looked at the morning sun on the horizon, and then at Mu Yunfeng on the window. She put her hair back together, rubbed her face casually with her hands, then walked out the door and walked towards the intersection.
Yan Zhuo looked at Yan Xiaoyu's leaving figure and said to Xiang'er: "Xiang'er, you are looking at Xiao Mu. Yan Xiaoyu and I are waiting for Luo Tao at the intersection."
"Do you think Luo Tao will really come here with Tianshan Snow Lotus and East China Sea Ambergris? If Xiaomu is gone, can she bear it?"
"Luo Tao will definitely come, and Xiao Mu will definitely be saved."
Yan Zhuo shook Xiang'er's hand, turned around and walked towards the intersection.
Only Xiang'er and Mu Yunfeng were left in the room.
Xiang'er sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Mu Yunfeng with his eyes closed on the bed. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "Xiao Mu, if you have a conscience, just hold on a little longer. If you can't hold on, let Yan Xiao
How to survive in the rain?”
Mu Yunfeng was lying on the bed, her eyes still closed, as if she was indifferent to what Xiang'er said.
