The clouds were all gathered together, the stars and the moon were dim, and snow began to fall in the sky at some point.
The snowflakes were flying and falling, just like a young girl singing and dancing, elegant and elegant, which added a bit of life to this dark night.
The narrow blade is no longer than a shakuhachi, and the blade shines with a faint purple light, especially in the snowy night.
Mu Yun stared closely at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, and when he heard his words "I won't let you go", his heart shuddered, but he became more determined. He then said coldly: "Kill and silence?"
The swordsman in black said slowly: "Right and wrong are all due to force, you can't blame me."
Mu Yun's thoughts were racing, and while he was on guard, he said in a deep voice: "Then why don't you take action?"
The swordsman in black moved his wrist and said calmly: "If you want to escape, now is the time."
Mu Yun sneered and said: "Not only can I not escape at this moment, but I also don't want to escape."
The swordsman in black seemed a little surprised, and said playfully: "You still want to capture me, do you believe you are capable of this?"
Mu Yun said solemnly: "Your sword skills are superb, almost as good as Tong Hua's, and you are also an elusive concealed weapon. You are indeed a difficult opponent."
The swordsman in black had a flash of light in his eyes and said, "Have you ever fought with Tong Hua?"
Mu Yun nodded slightly and said: "His sword skills are more advanced than yours, but he also has a little more clever moves. He is not like you who can kill with a sword and have no room for death. But your sword skills are ruthless, but they are also very ruthless.
If you are not comprehensive enough, especially if you lack internal energy, you may not be able to defeat him if you really have to fight with all your strength."
The swordsman in black blinked and said calmly: "I originally thought that Long Zhuangyuan of your sect was already a genius, but it turns out that you are no less generous. The Kunlun sect is worthy of being the leading sect in the West Wulin. It is indeed full of talents.
, one cannot be underestimated.”
Mu Yun snorted and said: "Your Majesty, you are ridiculous. Your sword skills and hidden weapons are so exquisite, but your internal strength is not matched. I think it is probably because of your lack of martial arts practice. So you still have a chance to catch me by surprise, but now I have
If I'm on guard, there's nothing you can do to me."
The swordsman in black was shocked, and after a moment he said coldly: "We only exchanged a few moves, and you think you have seen through my true identity?"
Mu Yun whispered softly: "Although it may not be possible to see through, but this moment of calm analysis is enough for me, just like you also took the opportunity to adjust your breath, didn't you?"
The black-clothed swordsman took a deep breath, nodded slowly and said: "Yes, it seems that you indeed have a poison-proof treasure, so not only are you not afraid of the fragrance of the vipers around you, you are even afraid of the crisp bones that I have quenched on the plum blossom needles.
Ruanjin San can’t do anything to you, so the two of us can only see the true chapter under our hands."
When Mu Yun bit the plum-blossom needle, he felt a twinge of disgust in his chest. Now he heard the swordsman in black mention it, and he was glad that he did not return the "Yijin" piccolo to Xiaolei today.
At that moment, he calmed down and said calmly: "Anyway, those tricks of yours are of no use. Let's take a look at your real ability."
The black-clothed swordsman didn't even say anything. As he approached, he launched a series of killing moves again, but Mu Yun made up his mind and did not confront him tit for tat. He just used Yun Yi's eight dance movements to dodge and move around, like a group that takes everything lightly.
attitude.
The fight between the two sides was different from the previous one, because Mu Yun had already understood the opponent's moves, and there was no fear in his heart. Even if a fatal move was applied, he could do it with ease, which was really cool.
The unique skill of the Kunlun School, the Eight Dances of Yunyi, is famous far and wide, and it is indeed wonderful. At this time, Mu Yun used the Yunhe Playing in the Courtyard style. This style is famous for its lightness and leisureliness, and the swordsman in black seems to be pressing forward step by step.
, but couldn't even touch half of Mu Yun's clothes.
However, the swordsman in black is capable of extraordinary things after all. In the blink of an eye, the power of the sword changes suddenly, from strange and fierce to wide open and close. Such moves are heavy and fierce, and are mostly used with thick-backed mountain knives and long-handled plain knives.
Or Daguandao, etc., which must be based on extraordinary strength.
Mu Yun had already tested the opponent's internal strength, and was surprised at first that he had given up his strength and was weak, but after a few moves, he couldn't help but admire him.
It turns out that although the moves of the swordsman in black are brave, they are not like ordinary warriors who use pure strength to defeat the enemy. Instead, they are false and true, unpredictable, and difficult to guard against.
In this way, the sword moves move from point to surface, and the attack becomes more dense and powerful, and the true energy circulates to relieve the emergency, which greatly makes up for the lack of internal strength.
Although Mu Yun knew that at least six or seven of the opponent's ten moves were fake, he couldn't tell the truth and was suddenly forced to fight against each other.
The swordsman in black had the upper hand, and he did not forget to taunt him: "What? Since you think that your internal strength is stronger than mine, why don't you fight openly and openly? If you are so resigned, is there another one among Yun Yi Bawu?
Is it like 'cloud turtle shrinks into a hard shell'?"
Mu Yun couldn't help but curse in his heart. If he had all his skills and body at this moment, he wouldn't be afraid of confronting the opponent head-on.
Unfortunately, the swordsman in black obviously has a precious sword in his hand. In addition, his swordsmanship has reached the level of proficiency. It would be too dangerous to use the sword with bare hands.
The black-clothed swordsman attacked more than a dozen times. Seeing that Mu Yun had no power to fight back, he said even more triumphantly: "Yes, I am relying on the power of the sword, but so what? This battle between you and me is not a competition in the first place.
I have already said that I cannot keep you here today."
Just as he finished speaking, he saw the swordsman in black suddenly raised his sword and tilted it. The blade suddenly glowed with purple light, and the blade looked like an evil dragon raising its head, threatening to tear Mu Yun in half.
Mu Yun held back for a long time, waiting for this moment when the other party got carried away, using both hard and soft energy in his palms to capture the sword first and then later.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, several points of cold light were seen shooting out from the chest of the black-robed swordsman, attacking three vital parts of Mu Yun's eyebrows, throat and lower abdomen.
At this moment, the two of them were fighting each other with all their strength, and the hidden weapon was obviously fired with a mechanical spring. Although the identification of the acupuncture points was not accurate, the distance was too close, which was really unbearable.
Last night, Mu Yun was fighting Lu Bukong, the "Shenxing Wuying", and he unexpectedly forced a plum-blossom needle to injure the enemy. He was naturally very knowledgeable when he saw this.
Fortunately, Mu Yun's Qinggong and body skills were indeed extraordinary. He quickly turned around and flew across the sky. His body shape was as straight as a skillful swallow flying across the wind. He could easily avoid the unexpected moment.
But in this way, Mu Yun's offensive was greatly frustrated. Seeing the golden blade breaking through the wind and slashing towards his chest, he could only secretly sigh in helplessness. He opened his hand in mid-air and waved the "Yijin" piccolo hidden in his sleeve towards the black sword.
The sword of the hunter.
There was only a crisp sound in the electric light and stone fire. Not only did the purple light of the sword suddenly shrink, but several tiny cracks burst out on the blade.
The power of the divine flute was all expected, but Mu Yun suddenly felt a chill in his heart. It turned out that the opponent's sword was light and weak, and it was obviously a weak move!
Of course, there is reality as well. This thought flashed through his mind. A cold front had already pierced his chest, leaving Mu Yun no chance to react.
Mu Yun suddenly recalled the situation when he was stabbed by Lin Qianmeng. The fear of death and unwilling resentment once again filled his heart, but he was inevitably doomed after all.