Chu Feng looked at Mu Shaoen sneeringly, and then at the sword that pierced his shoulder. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Tick-tock-"

Blood dripped down the blade of the sword.

"Fool, do it!" Yan Qingyu shouted angrily, swept with one finger, and forced Feng Qiwu to retreat with a sword that was coming at him, and he moved forward, and his palms suddenly bombarded out, like a rising tide in the sea, flowing through thousands of waves.

"The next sword is the heart. Mu Shaoen said unhurriedly, and then slowly drew his sword.

Mu Shaoen's action of drawing his sword was too slow, so slow that Chu Feng gasped in pain, and his eyes were still full of disbelief.

Although Senior Brother Mu looked cold, Senior Brother Mu had been trying to protect himself when he was in Yinshan, why now, why did he stab himself with such a sword, and he stabbed so resolutely, as if he was really going to kill himself?

Chu Feng didn't understand a little, and some didn't understand.

Why doesn't even Feng Qiwu want to do it to himself, but his senior brother wants to do it to himself?

Why is that?

Mu Shaoen put away the sword, and then glanced slightly, and the next sword had been handed out.

A mountain emerges, and it is about to fall.

Mu Shaoen's sword walked very slowly, but it walked extremely calmly, as steady as a mountain, and its strength reached a thousand jun.

The sword blade pointed directly at Chu Feng's heart, without a trace of trembling or hesitation.

If you were hit by this sword, you would really die.

But how can you die here?

Yourself, how can you die?

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, clenched the water moon on his back with his backhand, and finally made up his mind.

"Wow!"

The dragon roared, the Water Moon Sword drew an arc, and a blue-scaled angry dragon roared out, its eyes widened with anger, and it slammed into the mountain that was pressing.

"When-!"

With a crisp roar, the dragon swung its tail, and the mountains that were pressed suddenly broke into countless boulders, scattered and splashed in all directions.

The dragon roared forward, piercing through the mountains, its fangs pointed at Mu Shaoen.

Mu Shaoen was slightly silent, and the ancient sword in his hand suddenly staggered and stagnated in mid-air.

"Roar!"

The angry dragon roared, the phantom gradually dissipated, and Shui Yue was suddenly stunned.

Senior Brother Mu doesn't want to fight?

Chu Feng was slightly stunned.

Mu Shaoen was dumbfounded, the paused ancient sword had already turned into a flash of lightning, advancing in an instant, retracting in an instant, and then Mu Shaoen took a step back slightly.

It was only at this time that a stream of blood suddenly erupted from Chu Feng's chest, and the water moon in Chu Feng's hand also rotated, but it was already too late.

His sword grazed Mu Shaoen's chest as he took a step back, but it only cut through Mu Shaoen's clothes.

"Naive. Mu Shaoen said, the ancient sword that was already calm in his hand rose again, and it was still a sword.

This sword was not as fast as the one of the lightning, nor as slow as the sword of the mountains falling, but this sword was extremely resolute.

It was as if hundreds of rivers were roaring, no matter how tortuous and dangerous the road was, it could not stop their determination to flow eastward into the sea.

If it is the mountains and rivers, it will break through the mountains and rivers, and if it is the embankment, it will break through the embankment, and no matter who is in front of them, they will not be able to stop the pace of the surging river.

The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!

This is the sword!

A resolute and never-returnable sword!

Chu Feng's complexion changed, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he didn't dare to have any slackness in his hands.

The autumn water that reflected the bright moon rippled slightly, turned an arc, and let out a crisp roar, and then the streamer turned, and the sword pointed down slightly, gathering into five majestic peaks.

The second sword of the thirteen swords of Huaguang, adjacent to the five mountains.

The adjacent Wuyue sword is strong, the strength is strange and dangerous, and the road is extremely dangerous and extremely fierce!

No matter how the image of heaven and earth changes, it will stand tall, even if it is a vicissitude, it has never changed.

This sword, still resolute, still fierce, still with unshakable determination, fell with a sigh of relief.

"Boom!"

When the mountain town enters the river, the flood rises abruptly, and the rolling river roars and screams, hitting the mountains, and is bound to break through the mountains that block its progress, and move forward.

The mountains are silent, but they are unmoved in the face of the rolling impact of the torrent, and they stand tall no matter the stormy waves.

"When—"

The falling water moon finally handed over to the ancient sword.

It's a collision of mountains and rivers, but there is no suspense.

The ancient sword was as fragile as a toy made of glass, and without even the slightest resistance, it made a crisp sound of "ding", and it broke suddenly from where the blade of the water moon sword fell.

The surging rivers suddenly became exhausted, as if they had broken down, leaving only dry and cracked riverbeds, while the mountains remained silent.

Mu Shaoen's color changed slightly, holding the broken sword in his hand, but he took a step forward.

The broken sword is shorter, and if you want to hurt someone, you naturally have to get closer.

This is a matter of course, but not necessarily for monks.

Mu Shaoen's step forward was a little inexplicable.

But Mu Shaoen stepped forward one after another, not one step, but several steps.

Chu Feng was in a trance, he didn't understand how Mu Shaoen's speed could be so fast, as if it was a breeze.

Before he could figure it out, Mu Shaoen's left hand had already waved down.

Chu Feng's right hand held Shui Yue, Shui Yue's sword momentum had not yet reached the end, and his ability could not retract this sword.

Therefore, Chu Feng could only grit his teeth, and also raised his left hand, and a layer of frost condensed out, colliding abruptly with Mu Shaoen's left hand.

"Boom!"

After a moment of docking between the two palms, half of Mu Shaoen's left hand was completely frozen.

Mu Shaoen was slightly startled, but when his left hand was shocked out, his lower body took another step, suddenly pulling the distance between him and Chu Feng to no more than two steps.

The distance of two steps was enough for the broken sword in Mu Shaoen's hand to pierce Chu Feng's body.

Mu Shaoen raised his arm, and the broken sword in his right hand stabbed Chu Feng's heart.

Chu Feng's color changed suddenly, looking at the sword, but he didn't know how to dodge.

Shui Yue in his right hand did not have enough space to retract to parry the broken sword because Mu Shaoen was pressing the space between them, and his left hand was temporarily out of control by the force of a palm bombardment.

What to do?

Chu Feng's mind was blank, and he really didn't know what to do for a while.

But he only knew that he didn't want to die, he couldn't die.

The fingers of his right hand suddenly clenched Shui Yue, and Chu Feng once again made up his mind.

The thirteenth sword of Huaguang, the thirteenth sword, the black bird's private affairs.

The black bird's private feelings, the momentum of the sword.

There is not enough space to collect the sword, which means that the sword collection will be targeted by Mu Shaoen.

He was very reluctant to become such an enemy with Mu Shaoen, but he had to live.

Mu Shaoen stared slightly, his right hand slammed suddenly, and his left body took a big step back.

But Chu Feng's sword did not pause, he had already been fooled once, so he would not be fooled a second time.

Shui Yue bypassed an arc, but because of Mu Shaoen's retreat, he entered the space that was out of the way, and the sword blade raised up pointed straight at the broken sword.

Mu Shaoen opened his eyes, raised his left arm again, and bombarded Chu Feng's chest.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, his left arm was temporarily unable to move at the moment, he could only turn the sword blade in his hand and meet the slap.

And Mu Shaoen's right hand finally acted at this moment, clenched the broken sword, and stabbed Chu Feng's heart.

Chu Feng was faced with two difficult choices, whether to choose to receive a palm or choose to receive a sword!

Chu Feng was stunned, no matter which one it was, he was probably a little unbearable.

But he had no extra hands to spare, so what was he going to do?

Chu Feng was suddenly stunned, he didn't have extra hands, but he still had feet!

Since the beginning of the battle, it has always been Mu Shaoen who has been moving, and he is standing in place like a wooden man to meet Mu Shaoen's every move.

And in the battle between Yan Qingyu and Feng Qiwu, the two of them are constantly moving, even if it is a small step, they are constantly exchanging positions and targeting each other.

It's so stupid, why do you have to stand still!

In an instant, Chu Feng finally seemed to have opened his mind, not only his legs, but every part, as long as he could be used in battle, he could use it, why did he have to stick to the hands he used habitually?

Chu Feng's left leg was steep and took a step back, making up more space, causing Chu Feng to tilt the sword blade on Shui Yue's top towards him a little more.

The middle and back sections of the sword body greeted Mu Shaoen's palm, and the sword blade resisted the sword stabbed by Mu Shaoen, and the sword sealed Mu Shaoen's two movements.

Mu Shaoen frowned slightly, stopped the offensive abruptly, quickly took a few steps back, and then threw away the broken sword in his hand.

"Gone. Mu Shaoen suddenly said nonchalantly, and didn't care about Feng Qiwu, who was entangled with Yan Qingyu, turned around and left.

"Mu Shaoen, your uncle!" Feng Qiwu looked annoyed, and his face was suddenly cut open by a burst of energy, "Disfigured, you unlucky child, you don't know if you hit people in the face!"

Feng Qiwu wrapped his sword around a screen of flames, blocked Yan Qingyu's attack, took advantage of the situation to retreat, and joined Mu Shaoen, who had already walked some distance, gritted his teeth and said, "Your uncle!"

Mu Shaoen turned his head slightly, looking at Feng Qiwu's expression as if he was looking at a child, and after a long time, Mu Shaoen said lightly: "Childish." ”

"I'm naïve, your uncle!" Feng Qiwu was a little crazy, "If you want to teach your junior brother something, can't you say it well!

Mu Shaoen looked at the blood mark on Feng Qiwu's face and frowned slightly.

"How are you going to compensate me?" Feng Qiwu said angrily.

"It's useless, do you blame me?" Mu Shaoen asked rhetorically.

"I don't need your uncle!" Feng Qiwu gasped angrily, eager to tear the person next to him alive.

Mu Shaoen didn't bother to pay attention to Feng Qiwu, and moved forward without saying a word.

Feng Qiwu took a deep breath, and then said with a forced smile: "Uncle Mu, are you still satisfied with the results of teaching?"

Mu Shaoen stared at him for a moment before he said, "I can only help him so much." ”

"Can you help me?" Feng Qiwu smiled.

"No, you can't. Mu Shaoen shook his head.

"Why?" Feng Qiwu said.

"You're not my junior brother. Mu Shaoen replied.

"Senior Brother Mu. Feng Qiwu blinked.

"Kowtow to the kind. Mu Shaoen said nonchalantly, and it was not at all clear whether he was joking or serious.

"Your uncle!"