Although Mu Yun is also a swordsman, he has no way to carry a sword at the moment, and his skills are not perfect, so he is really weak. He wants to fight with the "Yijin" piccolo, but he is afraid of damaging Han Lingxiao's sword. After all,
He had a bad relationship with Lu Bukong, the "god without a shadow" just yesterday, so how could he make the same mistake again?
Fortunately, Mu Yun got his first glimpse of the essence of the Divine Art of Light tonight, and his light kung fu and body skills were outstanding, so he was able to keep it impervious to wind and rain for a while.
Han Lingxiao's sword skills became more and more sophisticated as he used them. Each of his moves seemed to be one move after another, and his face had a look of calmness, as if he was deliberately trying to use Mu Yun to make moves.
The more the fight continued, the more Mu Yun became angrier. In a daze, he actually regretted interfering in this nosy matter. Otherwise, he and Yan Ting would still be cuddling with each other at this moment. How could the endless love and affection be better than such a bleak situation?
The distracted figure slowed down a little, and the Lone Star Sword had already entered the gap, and the sword's edge pierced Mu Yun's weak spot.
Mu Yun broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned around to avoid it, but his robe was still ripped open under his ribs. He couldn't help but get angry, secretly thinking that if he continued to tolerate it today, he might really have to confess to the police.
The sky is empty.
This time, Mu Yun made up his mind, gritted his teeth, played the "Yijin" piccolo, and raised his wrist towards the sword shadow that looked like a tarsal maggot.
Han Lingxiao knew it very well, and the sword tip turned gently and skillfully with the situation, and the sword flowers stabbed Mu Yun's arm in random directions.
Mu Yun didn't dare to neglect, so Piccolo used the judge's technique to attack continuously. As the saying goes, an inch long means strong, and an inch short means dangerous. The two of them showed their abilities this time, and they were still locked in a stalemate after dozens of moves.
Xin Xinze became more and more carefree as he fought, with a few proud smiles in his eyes from time to time. Unfortunately, Mu Yun and Han Lingxiao were so focused on fighting that they didn't pay attention to this scene.
In a short while, the three of them had already fought to the point where they had a hundred moves. Mu Yun's magic weapon was in hand, and he finally managed to reverse the situation. When he moved forward, he said quickly: "I have no ill intentions. Master Han must not be alienated by others!"
Han Lingxiao's sword didn't slow down at all, and he said with a stunned look on his face: "It's useless to argue, you will be doomed tonight."
Mu Yun was angry and anxious, and shouted sternly: "The thieves clearly intend to delay, and they will regret it when they succeed!"
Han Lingxiao was unmoved, but said with a cold face: "I'll take your life first, and then we can talk about other things."
Mu Yun paused for a moment and couldn't help but said angrily: "Why don't Master Han take the life of this thief first? Let's see if I can help him then?"
Han Lingxiao's eyes sharpened and he said with a sneer: "Repaying kindness with hatred is a wolf's nature and one should be killed."
Mu Yun was still waiting to argue, but he was already overwhelmed by the storm of sword attacks and had no power to fight back.
After all, Mu Yun had a hard fight with Xin Xin. Not only was his strength depleted, but his heart was also vaguely injured, so his moves were inevitably out of order.
After barely fighting for more than a dozen moves, Mu Yun was hit with swords on both arms and shoulders. Although he relied on the Divine Art of Light to protect his body and did not damage his vital parts, he was still covered in blood.
Mu Yun knew that there was no way to win this battle, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. He never expected that he would escape from death several times, and in the end he would be killed by the Lone Star Sword for no reason. Things in the world are unpredictable, and it turned out to be like this. Sure enough,
Nature plays tricks on people.
Just when Mu Yun was filled with desolation and dangers abounded, he suddenly heard a deafening roar, and then a purple figure came with a flash of lightning, and with the power of a mountain and tsunami, his palms slashed at Han Lingxiao's vest.
Han Lingxiao hurriedly changed his move and couldn't catch it, so he simply turned around and slashed the attacker's palm with his sword.
His reaction was not unpleasant, but the vital parts of his vest were completely sold to Mu Yun, which was really a taboo in a martial arts competition.
Mu Yun was suppressed by Han Lingxiao for a long time, and finally found a gap, and he almost took advantage of it and attacked involuntarily. Fortunately, he was alert in time and stopped his intended move.
Although Mu Yun held back his hand, his heart was not merciful. With a loud scolding, a plum blossom needle shot out and went straight to the important acupuncture points on Han Lingxiao's back.
How could Mu Yun allow his death wish to succeed? He was so lucky that he suddenly blocked Han Lingxiao's back. The Divine Art of Light showed its power again, and dozens of plum blossom needles were immediately blown away.
But the moment Mu Yun regained his breath, the dagger in Qian Xin's hand had already pierced his heart! Mu Yun suddenly realized that Qian Xin's target was actually him!
In a daze, he caught a glimpse of the cunning joy in Mian Xin's eyes. Mu Yun suddenly felt a little relieved. This person could see through the flaws in the Divine Art of Light in the blink of an eye. Such a scheming person would not die in his hands.
It's unjust.
Just as Mu Yun was waiting to die, a bright and powerful light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and then there was a clang sound, and the dagger flew out horizontally, and he himself was staggered at the same time.
Retreat violently.
Mu Yun narrowly escaped death, but before he could wake up, he heard two deep groans coming from behind him, and a purple figure flew over his head like a roc with its wings spread out. He rolled up his long sleeves, took his heart with his heart, and left.
Mu Yun was waiting to take advantage of the victory and pursue the pursuit, but he heard Han Lingxiao say coldly: "It seems that I can't even compare to outsiders?"
Hearing this, Mu Yun felt as if he had fallen five miles into the mist. He hesitated and heard a warm voice say: "Brother Han's sword skills are more than enough to deal with the Pei family, so why should I bother with this?"
Amidst the sound of solemn footsteps, a figure appeared. However, he was wearing a brown robe, and his handsome face showed a hint of loneliness. Two strands of hair were casually floating on both sides of his cheeks. He looked like he was in his forties.
Han Lingxiao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then sheathed his sword with a clang, and muttered softly: "What you said is so beautiful. You are more than capable of dealing with Mr. Pei, so why did you let Axue trick me here?"
The man in brown sighed and said, "Although Brother Han is willing to come, he has no intention of helping. Instead, he is still making things difficult for this young hero, right?"
Han Lingxiao looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said angrily: "Since you no longer trust me, why should I be sentimental? Or if you think I am a spy, then you can clean up the house yourself."
The man in brown clothes said quietly: "You and I are brothers and sisters, why should we be so tit-for-tat?"
"My words and deeds were too extreme earlier. Please forgive me, Brother Han."
Han Lingxiao snorted coldly, Huo Di turned around and walked away, looking coldly at Mu Yun as he stepped forward, and said to himself: "There are talented people from generation to generation in the country, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. The younger generations are formidable, and they are indeed not bad."
Mu Yun couldn't tell whether Han Lingxiao's tone was more praising or ridiculing. He watched his figure disappear in a daze, and finally shook his head with a wry smile. Then he cupped his fists at the man in brown clothes and said, "Just now, you are
Your Excellency came to the rescue? I am very grateful, Mu Yun."
The man in brown clothes smiled slightly and said: "Young knight, you are too polite. As the saying goes, benevolent people are favored by heaven. Young knight's life should not be cut off. I just follow the fate."
Mu Yun observed the words, suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out softly: "Your Excellency... is it Fan Fei, Fan Daxia?"
The man in brown clothes had a look of surprise on his face, blinked and said, "Why did the young hero say this?"
Mu Yun said sarcastically: "Daxia Han is already the leader of the Eight Pillars, and your status seems to be above him. Judging from your age, I am afraid that only Hero Fan from the Four Pillars is suitable."