Yuan Changqing, elder of the Great Ming Sword Sect, Purple Palace Realm.

He is mean and extremely protective of his shortcomings.

Zhang Yuan also had several dealings with this Yuan Changqing. This time, after Yuan Zhen's accident, Qi Ming was worried about this person's temper, so he didn't inform him. But before Qi Ming left the garden, he instructed him to inform Yuan Changqing to come and get people, which was intriguing.

Although Qi Ming didn't say why, Zhang Yuan was not stupid.

Moreover, for Qi Ming's thoughts, he is very happy to see it.

After Yuan Changqing saw Yuan Zhen, he was so clamoring to see the murderer.

Zhang Yuan pretended to hesitate, and Yuan Changqing was even more angry when he saw it. Zhang Yuan mentioned Shen Muzhi half-concealedly. Before Yuan Changqing could finish speaking, he was furious and asked Zhang Yuan to quickly take him to see Shen Muzhi.

Zhang Yuan naturally wouldn't stop him, and led Yuan Changqing to the guest room.

When the two arrived, Shen Muzhi was standing under the eaves of the porch in front of the door drinking.

At first sight, Shen Muzhi glanced at Yuan Changqing, and when he saw his menacing appearance, he felt faintly uneasy in his heart, and before he could speak, he saw that Zhang Yuan and Yuan Changqing whispered a secret word, and then there was an angry shout!

"Evil obstacles, give me back my life in vain!"

Before the words fell, a little sword light flashed, and he came straight to Shen Mu's face, and he actually had the potential to take Shen Mu's life with one move.

This Yuan Changqing made a sudden move, but Shen Muzhi was not unprepared. In a hurry, I saw him shake his hand and throw the flask in his hand. There was a muffled thud, and the rich aroma of wine spread out. In the midst of the fragments in the sky, a jade sword with red light flashed through, and it collided with that bit of sword light.

With the strength of Shen Mu's Cloud Sea Realm, he naturally couldn't beat this Yuan Changqing.

However, this Yuan Changqing's Purple Palace Realm is watery, and Shen Muzhi's Cloud Sea Realm is much higher than the ordinary Cloud Sea Realm, so although he can't beat it, he won't lose badly all of a sudden.

After a loud bang, the wind swept out with scattered sword qi in all directions, and countless snow-white petals spun up, rushing into the sky in a messy manner.

Shen Muzhi's face turned pale, but he stayed in place and did not move.

Yuan Changqing, on the other side, was slightly shocked in his heart at this time. He didn't spare the sword just now. I thought that I would use all my strength to destroy this evil obstacle thing directly, if he accidentally died, it would be fine, it was a big deal for him to hide back in the door, would it be difficult for the big sword gate to dare to block their sect every day?

In this way, if he wants to abolish this evil obstacle, I'm afraid it really can't be solved with one or two swords.

Yuan Changqing thought as he waved his hand and another sword.

Shen Muzhi stood there, his eyes narrowed. The red light flashed again, and there was another loud bang, and the fine sword qi splashed everywhere, shattering the snow-white petals that were fluttering in the air one after another, and then rushed into the surrounding pear groves with the wind.

It's just that as soon as those sword qi and strong winds entered the pear forest, they were like mud entering the sea, and instantly turned into a light wind, only shaking a few branches full of pear blossoms. In the thud, the snowflakes flakes.

Shen Muzhi's face turned a little paler, but he still didn't move at all.

Yuan Changqing on the other side frowned slightly, stared at Shen Muzhi, and after thinking for a while, his figure shook slightly.

Shen Mu's heart jumped under the eaves, a glimmer of light flashed in his hand, and a long knife suddenly appeared, and his backhand swept behind him.

With a muffled bang, the long knife suddenly stopped, and Yuan Changqing, who was wearing an ink-colored robe, appeared, holding the blade of the long knife with one hand, and flicking out his sleeves with the other.

A cold light swept out of his sleeve and went straight to Shen Mu's heart.

Between the two, less than half a zhang away.

This cold light almost flashed in front of Shen Muzhi.

And Shen Muzhi's jade sword was being entangled by Yuan Changqing's flying sword, even if it wasn't entangled, it would be too late to help. The long knife was pinched by Yuan Changqing again.

Shen Muzhi seems to be unstoppable, and he will definitely die.

Yuan Changqing's face had already appeared with joy, as if he had seen the scene of that cold light penetrating Shen Muzhi's chest.

At this moment, Shen Muzhi's body sank down suddenly. The cold light slammed into the shoulder socket of his left shoulder, and blood pierced out from behind.

At the same time, there was a red light above the blade of the long knife in Shen Muzhi's hand.

Before the happy look on Yuan Changqing's face could be put away, it suddenly changed color, and the hand holding the long knife hurriedly wanted to shake it off as if it was holding a red-hot soldering iron, but it was too late.

The red light flashed, and half of the palm broke silently. Blood flowed into the blood groove above the long knife, and suddenly, the red light was flourishing, and a thick evil qi rolled out, and the long knife buzzed and vibrate, which made Shen Muzhi feel like he couldn't hold it for a while.

And that Yuan Changqing lost half of his palm, suffered such a big loss, he was angry, and he was just about to fight with Shen Muzhi, but when he saw the long knife showing a vision, the expression on his face changed, and after a little hesitation, he actually dodged back to Zhang Yuan's side.

"Elder Yuan, what's wrong?" Zhang Yuan was surprised when he saw Yuan Changqing's half-missing palm. He was some distance away from Shen Muzhi, and Shen Muzhi had his back to him, so although he also felt that strong evil aura, he didn't know what happened in that moment just now. However, no matter what happened under the eaves of that corridor just now, seeing that Yuan Changqing's hand was gone, it could be seen that Yuan Changqing must not have any benefit from Shen Muzhi.

Zhang Yuan was extremely surprised in his heart, and he didn't know for a while whether to sigh that Yuan Changqing's Purple Palace Realm was too watery, or whether to sigh that the Yunhai Realm of the person under the eaves of the corridor was a little too strong.

On the side, Yuan Changqing covered the hand that had lost half of his palm, his face was pale, his eyes stared gloomily at Shen Mu, who was standing motionless under the eaves, he snorted coldly, turned his head and ordered Zhang Yuan: "Send me out!"

Zhang Yuan hurriedly responded.

The two turned and disappeared.

Under the eaves, Shen Muzhi clutched the long knife tightly with both hands, his face was slightly pale, and his expression was extremely solemn.

On the long knife, the red light seeped through, and the blade couldn't help trembling, trying to break free from Shen Muzhi's control.

The rich evil qi rolled around Shen Muzhi, turning into red skeleton ghost faces, screaming and pounced on Shen Muzhi's face, and then turned into wisps of light red mist, and drilled into Shen Muzhi's seven orifices.

Shen Muzhi only felt his head faintly dizzy, and then the whole person suddenly appeared in another place.

Overhead, the crescent moon hangs high.

The night sky is dark, and there are no stars in sight.

Not far away, is the familiar poplar forest.

Seeing this poplar forest again, Shen Muzhi couldn't help but be shocked.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement behind him.

When I turned around, I saw a figure coming this way. These people, men and women, young and old, all looked blank, as if they had no intelligence.

In front of the crowd, there was a soldier, holding a rattle in his hand, shaking it in three steps, and led these people silently towards the poplar forest.

Around the crowd, there were cavalry escorts.

Shen Muzhi stood there, quietly watching these people walk towards the poplar forest step by step, and he already understood in his heart when this scene was.

The crowd slowly walked past him, and no one could notice him.

At the end, Shen Muzhi saw the general on the horse.

The long knife was hung on his horse, and it was simple and vicious.

When passing by Shen Muzhi's side, the general, who should have also not seen him, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him.

The cold eyes stared at him from top to bottom.

Seeing Shen Muzhi's body, he was cold.

At that moment, the general suddenly raised his knife and swept it towards his neck.

Above the cold blade, red light flashed, and the evil aura and murderous aura were mixed together, making people almost unable to have any thoughts of resisting.

Shen Muzhi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly retreated, but as soon as his feet moved, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

This time, he became the general of the horse, carrying a long knife, in an ancient city, driving the white horse under him, and shuttling among the ordinary people who fled in all directions, screaming miserably.

The blade swept by, and the human head flew up, blood splattered three feet.

The warm blood hit his face, and the thick smell of blood made him feel dizzy.

After a few moments, there was no one around but him.

The strong smell of blood filled the entire ancient city, and there were corpses all over the ground, and there were hardly any gaps.

Shen Muzhi rode on the horse and subconsciously looked down at the long knife in his hand.

On top of the smooth blade, it is still snow-white. Except for the blood trough.

At this time, the surrounding scene changed again.

This time, they were in the subterranean space.

The general on a white horse looked at the clay figurines in front of him and was silent.

A Taoist priest came out of nowhere, quietly appeared beside him, glanced at the clay figurines, turned his head to look at the general on the horse beside him, and said lightly: "It's almost time." ”

The general withdrew his gaze and looked down at the Taoist priest.

Those deep eyes contained a lot of things, a lot of things that couldn't be spoken.

After a moment, the general turned his head and looked at the terracotta again. Then, he reached out and took the long knife that was hanging right away, and raised his hand to wipe it from his neck.

At this moment, Shen Muzhi became the general on that horse.

Seeing that the long knife was about to fall on his neck, he couldn't control it.

Above the blade, a red light appeared. A thick evil aura rolled out, pressing Shen Muzhi's mind, controlling the long knife in his hand and swiping it into his neck.

Blood splattered out, but Shen Muzhi was at this moment, and suddenly the whole person was pulled away from the general's body, and appeared not far away, watching the general slowly put down the long knife, but his body was still straight, sitting upright on the horse, not moving at all.

At this time, the Taoist priest next to him suddenly took out the rattle bell and shook it gently.

As soon as the crisp bell hit the ground, a billowing black mist suddenly poured out of the long knife, enveloping both the white horse and the general. In just a few moments, when the black fog faded, the white horse and the general were already skeletons.

"Go!" The Taoist priest shook the bell lightly, and in the whispering sound, the white horse raised its hooves and neighed, and led the general to rush into the front of the clay warrior army and disappeared.

Shen Muzhi floated behind, looking at this scene, there was an indescribable heaviness in his heart.

At this time, the Taoist priest suddenly turned his head and looked at Shen Muzhi.