Seeing Mu Ze so shaken when he heard this, Feng Nanning couldn't help frowning and whispering.

"Mu Ze listen! What do you mean by that? ”

"I, I," said me twice, Mu Ze didn't say a reason when he heard it, he could only retreat and say goodbye to his head, he couldn't bear to look at the Youleng Pavilion where he stabbed a sword with his own hands, and he couldn't bear to look at Senior Brother Feng Nanning, who was full of doubts about him.

"Hmph, if you hadn't taught this evil beast swordsmanship privately, how could he have this ability to hurt his master today? Mu Ze listen! Since you can't do anything and are willing to join the abyss demons, then it's no wonder that I don't remember the brotherhood of the old masters, and after correcting this evil beast on the spot, I will personally take you to the Sword Pavilion to ask the elders to be the masters and executed! ”

Feng Nanning said resolutely, and the eyes in which he looked at Mu Ze also had strong hatred and questioning.

"Feng Nanning, since the two of us entered the Pure Yang Sword, you have made it difficult for the two of us, although we can't talk about it, but in the final analysis, you are afraid that your title as the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword will not be guaranteed!"

Youleng Pavilion suddenly raised his head, his eyes staring at the angry Feng Nanning with mockery.

"You! You scumbag, Hugh is talking nonsense! This chief has been the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword for a hundred years, how can he be easily surpassed by the two of you junior disciples? The chest rose and fell violently, and Feng Nanning's words were urgent, as if he was anxious to deny something, but he didn't know that his eagerness to cover it up made Mu Zeting, who had always been confused, also find Duan'er.

"Hahaha, Feng Nanning, although your qualifications are superior in the Pure Yang Sword, do you dare to deny it? Compared to Mu Ze, compared to me, you know that no one can compare! You can use this to get rid of me together, how could you miss such a good opportunity in vain? ”

The cold pavilion that looked up to the sky and laughed made Mu Ze feel very strange to hear, at this moment, he only felt that he had never understood this person who had been practicing swords together since he was a child

"So, you won't let me walk out of the Pure Yang Sword alive, and you won't let Mu Zeting continue to stay in the Pure Yang Sword, but"

Suddenly, the cold pavilion lowered its head and let out bursts of hideous and terrifying laughter.

"Ever since I swung that sword, I had no way back! Either I kill you, or I have to be killed by you! Let's get out of the sword! Youleng Pavilion suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, he slowly hooked the corners of his lips, raised his long sword and slowly wiped it on his sleeve, until he wiped all the blood of the Junxu Pavilion stained on the sword before he was willing to give up.

"Hmph, it's not enough!" With a cold snort of disdain, Feng Nanning stepped on a fast step and attacked preemptively with a long sword in his hand, and this time, Mu Ze chose to watch from the sidelines, he stood silently with the sword on the side, not knowing what he was thinking about when he lowered his head.

This time, Feng Nanning seemed to have great confidence, even if he saw Mu Ze listening to him, he only frowned slightly, and was noncommittal.

Under the pressure of the dead hand under his move, the cold pavilion no longer avoided it, but picked up his sword to face it head-on!

'Ding Ding Ding'

The sound of long swords colliding kept coming, and Mo Kongjing, who was standing on the stairs, looked at this sword duel with great emotion, but she knew it very well in her heart.

The competition in this game has already ended, she can see it, Mu Ze can also see it, and only the person concerned, Feng Nanning, will have a conceited look and be sure that he will win.

At this moment, Mu Zeting finally realized that he didn't know his best friend at all, whether it was in terms of speed, refinement, or proficiency in the moves, Feng Nanning and Youleng Pavilion were not comparable at all.

Feng Nanning thought that it must be a very easy thing for him to win the Youleng Pavilion with his hundred years of qualifications and hard work, but he forgot that the appearance of some people was to make the world jealous!

A prodigy who is above the genius, even Mu Ze finally woke up when he heard it, and his sword was not as good as the sword of the Youleng Pavilion!

On the sword of the Youleng Pavilion is a lonely and proud breath blowing in the face, which is a kind of dedication to strength and swordsmanship, and the consciousness of death before resting.

Because he only thirsts for power, his heart is more pure and ruthless than others, and the things he thinks about are always respected only by strength, and his sword is the sword of the strong!

Collided by a strong sword aura, Feng Nanning looked at the cold pavilion on the side in disbelief, the powerful sword qi broke all his persistence and self-confidence.

Can you comprehend sword intent after more than 20 years of sword cultivation?

This, such a person is not a human being at all, it is a monster!

"Sword Qi? How many things are there in Youleng Pavilion that I don't know" After a long time, Mu Ze could only exude such emotion, and he could also feel what his impatient sword was shouting.

"It turns out that there are really people who can comprehend their sword intent when they have only been in contact with kendo for more than 20 years?" Staring at the cold pavilion that seemed to be very comfortable in the battle with Feng Nanning, Mo Kongjing didn't know what else he could say.

She has practiced kendo for more than 100 years, don't say that she comprehends sword intent, she hasn't even touched the threshold of her own sword intent.

"Return! It's the trick! The high-level swordsmanship of the Pure Yang Sword, even the swordsmanship of the master is still and has not yet comprehended thoroughly, how can you! The long sword was picked open by a sword from the Youleng Pavilion, Feng Nanning's mouth opened in disbelief, at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had been a joke for so many years!

No matter how hard you try, you can't make up for your innate advantages?

You Lengting snorted undeniably, obviously not wanting to answer Feng Nanning's question, just as he was about to swing his sword and cut down the final blow to Feng Nanning, he found that his sword had been intercepted by someone.

He had already closed his eyes and waited for his fate to come, but the final blow had not yet arrived, Feng Nanning couldn't help but open his eyes, drops of hot blood dripped on his body, and when he opened his eyes, the scene in sight made him startled!

The figure who had never had a good relationship with the many disciples of the Pure Yang Sword stood in front of him, and he felt that Mu Zeting was a person who was not good at communicating with people a long time ago, and after taking the initiative to show favor several times to no avail, he never took the initiative to contact this junior brother again.

But he never imagined that when he learned that he was jealous, when facing an enemy who was already too strong to allow them to resist, Mu Zeting would actually rush out and try his best to block this sword!

Blood beads kept dripping from the hands holding the sword, but Mu Ze didn't even frown even a little when he heard it.

"Haha, dead face paralysis, I know that you are righteous, and I will take this sword for him no matter what." Haha laughed twice, but the face of the cold pavilion was no longer the hippie smile it used to be, but a dead silence, calm and calm to the point of a dead silence without waves.

If the Pure Yang Sword made Mu Zeting open his heart when he was a teenager, then it also made the Youleng Pavilion of his youth become lonely and calm, and he no longer had that innocent smile.

(To be continued.) )