Sima Yu Leng glared, nodded slowly and said: "The Kunlun sect's path is indeed like that of Yuan Kunlun. They can only survive by running like wolves and hogs. But this is fine. If the prey is too weak, our bet is
Fighting would be less interesting."
After listening to the exchanges between Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu, Mu Yun regarded his life as a plaything. In anger, he couldn't help shouting: "Two old men! Come and kill me if you have the ability. Who can't kill me?"
, who is the son of a bitch, the turtle bastard!"
Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu each froze, but Mu Yun seemed to be crazy, and sneered in a hissing voice: "What a great master, what a Western Sword Emperor, what a Seven Swordsmen of China! They are just old thieves who do not distinguish between right and wrong and bully the weak.
!I, Mu Yun, actually died in your hands, God is so blind!"
Sima Yu's face was as dark as water, and suddenly he saw the golden wind blow up again, and the white rainbow surged, and its power was many times more powerful than before.
Mu Yun didn't even have time to react, he only felt an extremely cold feeling in his throat, which was about to crush all his three souls and seven souls.
Just when his life was hanging by a thread, a peaceful aura swept through his body, and the chill in Mu Yun's throat disappeared instantly. His already stiff body suddenly regained life, and even his spirit was lifted.
Mu Yun didn't know for a moment whether he was alive or dead, or whether he was wandering between life and death. In the misty chaos, he could only feel the golden wind rustling around him, and the strong energy, all of which must be breathtaking and peerless sword moves.
At first, Mu Yun was still interested in learning and observing, but after a dozen or so moves, he couldn't help having a splitting headache. Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu's swordplay seemed to have moves and no moves at all, both intentionally and unintentionally. It was just like an antelope hanging its horns, it was superb.
, then Fei Muyun can make a little guess.
The anger in his heart had long since dissipated, leaving only deep depression in Mu Yun's heart. The ancients said: "He who hears the truth in the morning will die in the evening." However, his life is like a candle in the wind, and he may not be able to survive the sunset.
The sound of breaking wood and falling rocks became more and more intense in the ears, and the demonic Zen chants resounded throughout the fields again. The boundaries between life and death became increasingly blurred. There was no difference between this moment and the next, and even time lost its meaning of existence.
His own life and death were not only uncontrollable, but even unfathomable. Mu Yun felt a sense of powerlessness come over his heart, and he thought of Yu Bingru under the cliff in a daze. Could it be that the love is deep and the fate is playing tricks on people?
Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly felt a familiar chill on his hand. Mu Yun couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. He touched it gently based on the feeling. He didn't hesitate at all. It was clearly the Qiushui Divine Sword that he had lost in the previous battle with Di Cangqiong.
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Being caught in the whirlpool of the decisive battle between the two great masters of the world, Mu Yun had already put his life and death at risk, but unexpectedly, the Qiu Shui Divine Sword was lost and recovered at this moment, which made him full of surprise.
In particular, a stream of peaceful Qi came from the Qiu Shui Sword, following the meridians to help Mu Yun break through the blood stasis and heal his injuries. Mu Yun felt that this Qi belonged to the authentic sect of the Shi family, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
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This time it was all up to Di Cangqiong to block Sima Yu's killing move with his invisible sword energy, otherwise Mu Yun would have lost a hundred lives long ago. Now that he reluctantly helps Mu Yun heal his injuries, this kindness is even more important.
When Mu Yun thought of this, he felt extremely guilty and regretful. He couldn't help but secretly cursed himself for being like a dog biting Lu Dongbin and not understanding good people's hearts. He had repeatedly spoken rudely to Di Cangqiong before. But now he was fighting with Sima Yu with all his strength, how could he be involved?
If he was distracted and looked away, wouldn't this greatly increase the danger of this battle?
While Mu Yun was worried, he heard Sima Yuchang laugh and say, "Brother Di's swordsmanship has indeed never slackened off. It's a pity that you are old and weak after all, so I'm afraid there is no suspense about the outcome of this battle."
Di Cangqiong said calmly: "In my life, I have fought hundreds of battles, big and small, and there have been dozens of losers. It would be okay to add this one. But today, destiny has been given to me, and divine soldiers will be sent to help me. How dare I say defeat?"
After hearing this, Sima Yu didn't take it seriously, but Mu Yun suddenly felt blessed. He clenched the Qiushui Divine Sword in his hand and secretly gathered all his strength, waiting for the magic weapon to descend from the sky and help Di Cangqiong for a while.
At this time, Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu had already fought three hundred moves, and they no longer had any reservations about their moves.
Sima Yu's flying sword transformed into shadow, shadow into light, and light into spirit. The surroundings only felt the sword's intention, but no sword light lingering around. It was clearly approaching the wonderful realm of Kongtong Red Devil Lu Jieping's "Infinite Divine Power".
Di Cangqiong's invisible sword energy gradually became majestic. At first, it was only like a three-foot green blade. Now it is like a wind wheel and a giant axe. The sword moves are wide open and closed, and the force is like a landslide and tsunami. This is the self-created unique skill of "Topping the Five Mountains".
"Excalibur".
When the duel between the two sides was almost heated, Di Cangqiong suddenly shouted: "Behead!" As he shouted, the sword fingers of both hands came out, like meteors chasing the moon, forming a huge sky-high blade, and slashed at Sima Yu head-on.
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How could Sima Yu dare to be negligent? His mind was flying around with his sword in the air, and he was furiously facing the opponent's attack. Suddenly, there was only a sonorous roar, and the surrounding scenery was destroyed on the spot. Both of them were frightened by the other's power, and they couldn't help but feel stagnant.
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But at this fleeting moment, Mu Yun suddenly jumped up, the Qiushui Divine Sword imbued with a lifetime of cultivation, and stabbed Sima's throat with a hiss. This sword had been prepared for a long time, and it was said that he was determined to win.
When something unexpected happened, he saw his master's cultivation. Although he was frightened, Sima Yu didn't panic. He stretched out the two index fingers of his right hand and followed the sword's movement to firmly clamp the body of the Qiu Shui sword. This was the Kongtong sect's secret technique of breaking evil spirits.
The "Lingxi Lock".
Unexpectedly, Mu Yun seemed to have expected it. At the last moment, he let go of the Qiushui Divine Sword, and then struck Sima Yu's chest with one finger that penetrated the clouds and broke the rocks.
Sima Yu couldn't cope any longer, so he had to gather his protective energy to resist Mu Yun's attack.
The finger power of this move that penetrates clouds and rocks is designed to break through the internal energy. Even though Sima Yu's internal strength has reached the level of a master, it was still greatly reduced under repeated suppression. There was a stabbing pain in his chest, and he had already suffered internal injuries.
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Sima Yu never expected that he would suffer a loss at the hands of Mu Yun, and he was instantly frightened and angry. However, Mu Yun gained the upper hand and struck him in the face with a sudden palm.
Di Cangqiong secretly screamed, "Oh no!" and shouted in shock: "Young people are not allowed to do this!"
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to remind him. Sima Yu had already activated the Emperor's Qi, and the flying sword was like thunder and lightning, slashing the back of Mu Yun's neck.
Mu Yun felt the fierceness of the sword wind, and immediately broke into a cold sweat. How could he dare to pursue the victory again? At that moment, he made a mistake in his steps, turned around to face the flying sword, and a green light in his sleeve met the sword's force and sealed it with all his strength.
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Immediately, there was only a crisp sound. Although Mu Yun escaped from having his throat cut off, he was still staggered back by the huge force of the sword. Suddenly, his feet were empty and he fell towards the Lotus Peak.
Upon seeing this, Di Cangqiong's eyes froze, and he pursed his lips and let out a chirp. Sima Yu took the opportunity to suppress his injuries, and then said coldly: "Brother Di's so-called divine weapon from heaven was too overestimating his own capabilities. This time he was reduced to pieces.