In a panic, Duan He took out his wooden stick and desperately blocked Mu Yichen's sword.

This wooden stick is really hard, and it took Mu Yichen's sword so strongly, and it was undamaged.

Retreat, can only retreat. Duan He had already hardened himself in his heart, but when he really fought with Mu Yichen, he still couldn't do it. The person in front of him, no matter whose soul it is, he is Mu Yichen. One has saved himself, and Mu Yichen is very good to himself.

So Duan He walked quickly, and he wanted to wait for the day to come back and have a look. Mu Yichen walked so slowly, he definitely couldn't catch up with himself.

As a result, Mu Yichen's degree suddenly became faster. Duan He ran with all the strength of his body, but he could only shake off half of Mu Yichen's body.

Duan He's light skill is what he is most proud of, although now his master says that he no longer has Tong Zi Gong, so he has reduced his skill a lot compared to the past. But for Mu Yichen, Duan He still has the confidence to throw him off a position. As a result, after running for a long time, Mu Yichen was half behind him. In other words, as long as Mu Yichen raised his sword, it would be difficult for him to escape.

After running like this for a long time, Duan He had no choice but to prepare for such a daytime. In fact, during the day, all this should not change. But that's how it is with people, when it's dark, people long for light. It's as if when the day comes, everything will be better.

Duan He began to run out, leaving the pagoda. Perhaps because of his master's teaching to him since he was a child, Duan He thinks that this is not a clean place. Therefore, if he wants to leave here, if he leaves here, Mu Yichen will be much better.

Running wildly, Mu Yichen chased frantically behind. Duan He used all his strength to run for an hour, and Mu Yichen chased him for an hour.

Duan He was very afraid, Mu Yichen was chasing him like this, and he looked unhurried. And he has really used all his strength. If the two really went to war, Duan He wasn't sure if he could really beat Mu Yichen.

And just like that, the sky finally dawned. Duan He was exhausted, and this was the first time he felt powerless. Every time before, he could feel that he still had a little strength, and he could fight back. But now, he really didn't have any strength.

In the end, in a forest, Duan He came to a stone and panted on his stomach.

He has been defeated, and a man who has achieved light work cannot control his breathing, which means that there is no threat.

Mu Yichen looked at him, his eyes gentle.

During the day, while the moon and the sun were in the sky, Duan He saw Mu Yichen's eyes clearly.

Those eyes really only have eye sockets, and there is no bottom inside. What used to be the place of the eyeballs is now bare and nothing.

But Mu Yichen still has eyes, you can feel every move of his eyes. Maybe this is a psychological effect, or perhaps, this is Mu Yichen's only way of expression.

Duan He lay on the stone and watched Mu Yichen walk towards him step by step.

The sword in Mu Yichen's hand didn't look sharp, it was blunt like a kitchen knife used to cut bones at home. But this knife has now become a tool for his own life.

Mu Yichen walked over step by step, and the sword in his hand was getting closer and closer to Duan He. His eyes were getting more and more terrifying, and the smiling mouth and jaw seemed to never close.

Duan He thought silently in his heart, hoping that Mu Yichen would wake up at this time. If Mu Yichen had sobered up, maybe this sword would not have been cut down.

"Mu Yichen!" Duan He screamed, trying to wake up Mu Yichen.

It's a pity that Duan He overestimated himself.

He shouted loudly, but Mu Yichen, for all this, there was only one concept left.

This sound of Mu Yichen is not much different from the scream of the crow that flew by in the morning. It's just a voice, one is a cry for help before death, and the other is a cry for others before they die.

The sword slashed hard.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the sword slashed into the stone. The stone was broken in two, and the sword was broken in two.

How powerful is this sword?

Duan He flashed to the side, his face was covered in cold sweat.

Fortunately, I still have a trace of experience and escaped from this sword. If it weren't for the instinct to survive, he would have died here.

The stone just now shattered in half, and if I had been on that stone, I would have broken in half.

All of this is so terrible.

Duan He stood up, his legs a little numb. This kind of sour numbness is like being in Gu Silian's place, it doesn't hurt, but it is very uncomfortable.

He suddenly understood why his martial arts were not as high as they used to be, and he hadn't really practiced martial arts for a long time. I haven't really improved my kung fu for a long time. On the contrary, he has eaten too much recently, and he has been idle for too long, so that he and Mu Yichen are here now, and they don't have any strength to fight back.

Mu Yichen's sword was empty, and he turned to look at Duan He on the side.

His eyes were still so strange, like he didn't have a sword now, but his hands were strange.

Duan He felt that there was no one in front of him at all, but a corpse, a corpse that had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

It's just a behemoth, and then it's shrunk like this. If he hadn't stood in front of Duan He's eyes like this now, Duan He would never have believed such a thing.

There is only one person he believes in now, and the person in front of him is definitely not Mu Yichen.

Duan He stood up from the ground, he had no strength, but he still had the heart. The most terrible thing about a swordsman is that he is defeated by himself.

Just like a swordsman can't do without a sword in his hand, Duan He can't do without his own heart. When you think that you are defeated, then you are really defeated. So Duan He can only fight, even if he knows that he will definitely die on the road, he has to give it a go.

Duan He took the sword, took the initiative to step forward, and looked at Mu Yichen.

His sword, the stick, looked even more abrupt now. It's like two people going through a life-and-death battle, and what they have in their hands is the leftover dinner from last night.

The gap between now and that feeling is not big, and Duan He feels a little ridiculous like this. As a swordsman, the sword in his hand is long gone.

He began to think crankily, for example, that after his death, his two apprentices could avenge him.

This can be regarded as the last wish.

Because, he has no choice.

Duan He stepped forward, and the wooden stick in his hand set up a defensive posture. Although it was an active provocation, Duan He would definitely not make the first move.

His hands trembled a little, not scared, but exhausted.

That's where it all begins.

(End of chapter)

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