In Luoyang City, the peach blossoms are still falling. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info there was a dark fragrance in the air.

Musimon stood quietly on the long street, dressed in white, and came out of the dust. In stark contrast to the black sword in his hand, he watched as the yellow-robed swordsman disappeared at the end of the long street. Then suddenly he said.

"Since you're here, why not be afraid of a fight."

Although Musimon's voice was not very loud, it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the long street. So everyone on the long street turned their heads to look at him.

In the vicinity of Mu Simon, the hunchbacked man who sold sugar gourds thought that Mu Simon was talking to him, although he didn't hear clearly, but the sensitivity of his profession made him hurriedly say: "Sugar gourd is a copper plate, may I ask the guest officer, how many do you want?" ”

Musimon frowned and said, "If you don't want to die, leave quickly"

"Alas, you are such a strange man, I sell my sugar gourds. What does it have to do with death? ”

The hunchbacked man looked at Musimon strangely, shook his head, and then turned around and wanted to leave. But when he turned around, countless tiny silver needles suddenly burst out from his back.

Musimon felt a few murderous aura just now. But he never thought that the hunchbacked man in front of him was also a killer.

Muximen's sword was not unsheathed, but he quickly drew a circle in front of him, followed by another circle, and after drawing two circles in a row, dozens of silver needles were swept to the ground.

While galloping forward with the iron hook. The hunchbacked man turned the straw stump full of sugar gourds backhanded.

Musimon hurriedly turned over, stepped forward quickly with a chain, and then did a front flip in the air, the black sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword slashed straight across the head of the hunchbacked man.

The severe pain made the hunchbacked man's body cramp for a while, and he wanted to scream, but suddenly found that his tongue had been halved in half, not only the tongue, but also the throat, nose, and the whole head.

Blood mist splashed, like a peacock opening its screen, and shot out along a circular arc. The bright color of blood was refracted by the sunlight, and the eyes of the five people were red, and the five people stood in front of Musimon. Like a ghost in the night, it suddenly appeared.

"Good Sword"

It was an old man in a red robe who also held a sword in his hand. A sword as cold as autumn water.

"I know"

Musimon looked at the black sword in his hand and did not look up.

"Kill you, and I'll bury you together"

"Why Kill Me"

"You helped someone you shouldn't have helped"

"But I've helped"

"So you have to die"

"You're confident"

"Yes,"

"Aging is an experience, but it does not represent a strength"

"Maybe"

The old man in the red robe did not speak, but waved his hand and made a movement, and then took a small step forward with the four people around him, and the movements of the five people were uniform, from raising the knees to raising the feet, and then to the ground, the movements of brushing and brushing, and their sense of oppression.

Five people, the old man in the red robe, the woman in purple, the boy in the brocade robe, and the two men in black with wonderful waists, their movements coordinated seamlessly. Impeccable.

Musimon faced the five of them and took a step back. But the five of them suddenly struck out their swords and stabbed Musimon all over the body.

A sword is like a dragon swimming all over the world, and the tip of the sword trembles lightly from side to side. Swept towards Musimen's throat.

A sword hangs like an antelope with horns. The tip of the sword went from bottom to top, and it was aimed at Musimon's tesuji.

A sword is like a flying flower for the moon. The tip of the sword was a thousand points, pointing at Musimon's meridians.

A sword danced like snow in the wind, the tip of the sword fluttering, and it was sold to Musimon's knees.

A sword pierced the sun like a long rainbow, and the tip of the sword sank unchanged, piercing towards Muximen's sea of qi.

Mu Ximen faced the five long swords, as if facing the heaviness of thousands of troops, he faced the sword momentum of the five people, suddenly lifted the long sword, slapped the tail of the sword with his left hand, and the scabbard suddenly looked like a hidden dragon going out to sea, shooting directly at the face of the boy in brocade. And his men stepped back quickly.

Among these five people, the woman in purple reacted very quickly, and when she saw this, she hurriedly took a small sliding step, raised her long sword and stabbed Mu Ximen's qi sea. And Mu Ximen also raised his hand and raised his sword, and put the fish intestine black sword on the tip of the purple-clothed woman's sword, and then turned his wrist, and a sticky word was decided, entangled the purple-clothed woman's long sword. Following the momentum of the sword, he staggered forward with the pace of the woman in purple.

At this moment, Musimon's hand holding the sword suddenly let go. One flipped his wrist and slammed the hilt of his sword. The long sword was used as a hidden weapon and pushed into the heart of the woman in purple.

The sword entered the skin, like a needle into cotton wool, without making a sound, which shows the sharpness of the black sword of the fish intestines.

After seeing this, the red-robed old man next to the woman in purple looked shocked, and hurriedly took a big stride to grab it, jumped up on the right side of Muximen, and pointed the way with an immortal, and chopped off Muximen's head straight.

Musimon instinctively leaned sideways. Then he jumped back quickly, but at the same time as he jumped, he grabbed the hand of the woman in purple holding the sword, and jumped backwards with the woman in purple. Then he used the wrist of the woman in purple to meet the long sword of the old man in red robe.

With a "poof", the long sword slashed down. Broken wrist and blood splattered. The wrist of the woman in purple was broken without any suspense, as fragile as a radish on the board, and it was broken into two knots without even making the sound of bones rubbing against iron.

Although the woman in purple was pierced through the heart by Musimon with a long sword, she did not die immediately. When she saw her arm being chopped off. I forgot to exclaim, and I forgot the pain. She clutched her broken wrist in horror and fell to the ground like mud. An undoubted look on his face.

The purple gown wrapped her soft skin like peeling onions, and at this moment she was soft on the ground, like a bird.

In the world, there are really men who can ignore her beauty and kill her. She didn't believe it, and neither did she die.

'Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh' the other three jumped past the woman in purple. Didn't even look at her. Continue the assassination of Musimen. At this time, Musimon took the long sword from the broken wrist in his hand and slid back suddenly. After dodging another sword stabbed by the boy in brocade. He quickly broke off the broken wrist in his hand, and then a harrier turned over. Backwards.

At the same time as Mu Ximen turned over, the broken wrist in his hand carried a wisp of breaking the air, and smashed towards the cheek of the brocade-clothed boy. The boy in brocade instinctively turned to the side. The broken wrist slashed against the tip of his nose. A strong smell of blood ran along the wings of his nose and into his nostrils.

At this time, Musimon touched the ground with both feet. Even a dragon pierced upside down, pulled the long sword backhand up, and slashed diagonally at the throat of the boy in brocade at an angle of forty-five degrees. The sword body faced the sunlight like a mist, like a match, and like a water curtain splashed out, with a whoosh. I just picked it up.

The boy in brocade just twisted his neck because he wanted to avoid breaking his wrist before he could twist it. I felt like a poisonous snake was crawling through my arms, chest, and neck. The hairs were stimulated and stood up, and the muscles on his chest tightened and cooled. A large cut was made on the chest.

The swishing cold air went straight into the lobes of his lungs. I can't stop it. It was like when I was a child, I fell into the ice cave of the river outside the village because I was naughty. A gulp of ice water poured into his stomach, and it was cold from the inside to the outside.

Mu Ximen's eyes were as sharp as lightning, staring at the red robed old man's dancing sword tip. Analyzing the trajectory of their sword momentum. And the three swords of the red-robed old man and the three of them continued together, evolving a new combined attack technique, strangling forward again and again, or three ways upper, middle and lower, or left, middle and right. Completely sealed the empty door for Musimon to advance and dodge. Musimon was forced to retreat.

The combined attack of the sword is really terrifying, there is a killing move hidden in the empty door, and there is a change in the killing move.

The three swords, like poisonous snakes spitting letters, are not three inches away from Mu Ximen's body. The sharp sword qi that came out of the tip of the sword cut the skin on Mu Simon's chest, and blood flowed down, like mosquitoes and ants crawling. The tickling sensation makes you want to touch it.

But life and death come first, and distraction is equivalent to creating another opponent for yourself.

Musimon didn't dare to be distracted, so why not the old man in the red robe? Now they are equal in power.

If the red-robed old man had walked a little faster, then Mu Ximen would have died under the sword qi of the three of them.

If Musimon's pace was a little faster, then Musimon would dodge the red-robed old man's sword qi.

But their speed has reached their limits. Who wants to see their opponent alive if they can, and who wants to get hurt if they can.

Blood stained Musimen's white clothes red, blooming like peach blossoms. The gore masked the floral scent. makes people's expressions even more violent.

There is a wind in the long street, soft and delicate, slowly spreading the smell of blood and flowers. An old yellow-skinned dog shook its nose vigorously. The red tongue drooped down the saliva. It didn't look at Musimon, it looked at the large patch of dirty blood that flowed from the body of the boy in brocade.

Musimon didn't look at it either, because the world between them could not be handed over.

Unless Musimon is dead, the yellow-skinned old dog will go and collect his body.

But Musimon didn't die, and at this moment, his eyes became extremely determined, because he had found the way to crack the kendo combo.

There is a sword that roars softly, like a dragon chanting for nine days.

In a sword, there is an invincible will of Musimon. That's a faith that goes forward.

There I am invincible.

I am invincible. There is no mercy for killing.

Musimon's right hand suddenly picked up the long sword and quickly moved forward. At an incredible angle, he swung away the long sword of the man in black on his right. And Musimon swung the long sword of the man in black at the same time. The long sword pulled a sword flower again, and slammed into the blade of the long sword of the red-robed old man in the middle, and the long-sword of the red-robed old man trembled for a while, and it was shocked and buzzed. He almost wanted to get rid of his hand, and he also slashed to the left with the strength of Musimon. The man in black on the left instinctively slashed to the side when he saw his companion's long sword slashing over. The empty door appeared.

As soon as the empty door of the red-robed old man in the middle appeared, Mu Ximen took a quick step forward. Holding the sword with both hands and matching the waist strength, he pushed his elbow upward, and the long sword slashed up between the legs of the red-robed old man.

With a "poof", blood splattered, and the sound was like the wind howling on the desert. Hollow and desolate.

Mu Ximen did not retreat, but advanced, facing a curtain of blood, and passed through the red-robed old man. The two halves of the red-robed old man's body were split apart, and he was turned around several times by Mu Ximen's coat before he fell to the ground with a bang. The intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and they fell on the brick road on the long street, which was extremely dazzling, and the large areas were red and steaming. It slowly spread towards the surroundings, and it felt even colder.

At this moment, Musimon's body was covered with blood and feces, and blood beads dripped down his long flowing hair, drop by drop on his shoulders. When the cold eyes swept over, it was as gloomy as the Shura who had returned from a bloody bath. It can't stop making people tremble in the depths of their souls, such a bloody scene. In an instant, the confidence of the other two men in black was shattered. The two didn't say a word. Turn around and jump. After a few columns, it disappeared into the depths of the corner.

Musimon looked at their departing figures, the corners of his mouth drew a contemptuous arc, and then he fell on the woman in purple.

The body of the woman in purple was already stiff, Dan Fengmiao's eyes lost the luster of her smile, she knelt on the long street, and looked at Mu Ximen with a surprised expression, Mu Ximen's gloomy eyes suddenly became soft. He stepped forward and stroked her cheek with his right hand.

"Willow leaves, eyebrows, and cherry mouths, can be regarded as a beauty."

"Poof"

The black sword of fish intestines left the chest of the woman in purple. Then it was still at the corner of Musimon's mouth. Musimon gently blew off the remaining drops of blood from the tip of his sword.

Wind. Gently nudge his long hair.

His white garment was like snow, and his expression was like snow.

The body of the woman in purple slowly fell in front of him. Blood slowly seeped out of her heart, staining the bluestone slabs beneath her, and the corpses on both sides of the road were already cold, and the severed limbs and broken swords were all over the ground.

Long Street, Long Street is silent.

There was only the sound of the wind on the long street. There is also the sound of the yellow-skinned old dog licking blood.

The blood-stained rivers and lakes have created someone's demeanor.

At this moment, many people began to ponder, could this be the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes that once made people dream.

The long street kills people, happy enmity, sad the way to come.