Ling Muyun explained to Wu Lanfeng what a fast sword was, Wu Lanfeng only felt that the sword light flashed in front of him, and a cold sword qi had already approached his throat, and even his neck had already felt a trace of coldness, and the cold hair stood up.

What a fast sword!

Wu Lanfeng felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly tried his best to turn sideways and flash to the side, fortunately, he also has decades of skill in the wild goose walking skill, and his light skill is also quite extraordinary, his body turns to one side, as if the wild goose is circling, and it seems to be gentle but fast to let go of the fierce sword light that came from the storm.

A sword missed, Ling Muyun's body turned, his wrist flipped over, and the long sword drew a graceful arc of light in the air and slashed towards Wu Lanfeng's neck, elegant and dazzling and murderous.

Wu Lanfeng's short figure dodged the sword light that slashed at him, and then he used his empty hand into the white blade, and one palm took it towards the spine of the long sword like lightning. Ling Muyun's wrist flicked, and the sword light slashed towards Wu Lanfeng's palm. Wu Lanfeng thought to himself that his eagle claw power was profound, and he did not dodge or dodge, and used a fleshy palm to catch Ling Muyun's long sword.

Wu Lanfeng has been immersed in the eagle claw skill for many years, and the palms of his hands are practiced as if they are like gold and iron, and he is just waiting for the stele to crack the stone, and it is precisely because of this that he dares to use his flesh palm to catch Ling Muyun's blade, not arrogant, but because he has confidence in his eagle claw power.

With a low crashing sound, Ulanfeng's eagle claws actually grabbed Ling Muyun's long sword alive, and the sword was unharmed with his flesh palm!

"Little thief, I see what else you can do now!" Wu Lanfeng smiled coldly, and regained it with all his strength, trying to get rid of Ling Muyun's sword.

"Old eunuch, you're too early to be happy!"

Ling Muyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and the internal force poured into the sword like such a tide, and then he used his skillful strength to flip his wrist, and the sword in Wu Lanfeng's palm seemed to suddenly become a living thing, writhing in his hand like a poisonous snake, and the sharp sword blade was even sharper under the infusion of internal force, and with the twisting of the sword body, it violently cut his palm.

Wu Lanfeng only felt a pain in his palm, and he couldn't help but let go of his palm, and Ling Muyun's sword broke free like a spiritual snake. Wulan Fengshou palm retreated, only to find that his palm, which was already as strong as gold and iron, had actually been cut with a wound, and it was dripping with blood, only then did he know that Ling Muyun's sword was not so easy to grasp. This is also his eagle claw hand skill, in another person, the whole palm has to be cut into two pieces!

A sword forced back Wulanfeng's fleshy palm, and Ling Muyun's sword light turned and stabbed towards Wulanfeng again. Wu Lanfeng's body quickly turned to the side, let go of the sharp sword light, and then stretched out his palm to try to repeat the old skill, and then came into the white blade empty-handed. And Wu Lanfeng, who had suffered a loss, had already made up his mind in his heart, if he was allowed to hold it again this time, he would not have to bother to grab it anymore, and he would definitely break his long sword directly before Ling Muyun could take action. When the time comes, he will have to see, without the blade, how can Ling Muyun fight him?

It's just that he learned well, so why not Ling Muyun? The sword light turned like a spiritual snake, directly towards Wu Lanfeng's wrist vein, if Wu Lanfeng's subordinates didn't stop, before he could hold Ling Muyun's long sword, his wrist would be cut off, after all, although his eagle claw power was deep, he couldn't practice it on his wrist, so he hurriedly retracted his hand and let go of the sword light.

The sword light in Ling Muyun's hand did not stop, drawing a graceful arc in the air and stabbing towards Wu Lanfeng's chest again. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Wu Lanfeng leaned back sharply and gave way to the sword blade dangerously and dangerously, and at the same time a palm roared out, and the offensive and defensive transitions were like flowing water, without any reluctance, and the speed of the response was amazing.

With a muffled "bang", Ling Muyun used a big demon fist to fight hard with Ulan Feng between the lightning and flint, and his body shook like a big bird and rose into the air, enduring the churning qi and blood in his chest, the sword light in his hand swept back, and drew a crescent-like light slash in the air, pointing directly at the back of Ulan Feng's head who was just about to get up.

Wu Lanfeng was shocked in his heart with a useless palm, and then he felt a cold breath on the back of his neck, and he was horrified in his heart, so he couldn't get up, and suddenly rolled sideways to the side, although he escaped the vital point, the braid on the back of his head was cut off by Ling Muyun's sharp sword, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Ling Muyun missed a sword without pausing, stepped on the ground, turned back suddenly, and swept in front of Ulan Feng again like a gust of wind, a sword light broke through the air like lightning, and stabbed towards Ulan Feng who was still on the ground before he had time to get up. After repeated pursuits, Wu Lanfeng roared angrily, slapped his palm on the ground, and his figure flew up suddenly, and in mid-air, two iron claws had already grabbed Ling Muyun's neck and throat in a row.

Ling Muyun was startled in his heart, his upper body leaned back sharply, and the soles of his feet stomped backwards, and he fell out of Wulanfeng's attack range. Unexpectedly, Wu Lanfeng's arm suddenly stretched out half a foot out of thin air, and tore down towards Ling Muyun's chest. Ling Muyun changed color in shock, and his body, which was already half-leaning, bent back even more violently.

With a "stab", the placket on Ling Muyun's chest was shattered and torn, and Ulanfeng's iron claws left three half-inch-deep blood grooves on his chest, as long as he hid a little slower, I was afraid that his chest would be torn open by Ulanfeng.

"Come and don't be rude, old fellow, you can eat my sword too!"

After Ling Muyun was injured in the chest, he suddenly stopped retreating, and the three-foot Qingfeng, which was originally a low-hanging blade, suddenly looked like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and swept it from the bottom to the top, and the cold sword light drew a snowy half-arc in the air and cut towards Wulan Feng, who was still in the air.

Wu Lanfeng's face changed, his body twisted weirdly and turned to the side out of thin air, with a "snort", a bead of blood burst out, although Ling Muyun's sword failed to cut off Wu Lanfeng's waist, but it also left a wound a foot long under his waist ribs, blood gushed, and the clothes near the wound were soaked red.

After Wu Lanfeng landed, he didn't bother to check his injuries, and his claws tore the wind towards Ling Muyun and he grabbed it. Ling Muyun's sword didn't have time to defend at the outer gate, and his figure suddenly retreated sharply with the soles of his feet on the ground, dodging Wu Lanfeng's claws.

Forcing Ling Muyun back, Wu Lanfeng, who was wounded on his body, did not pursue, stretched out his hand on his body, sealed several acupoints near the injured place, and stopped the bleeding. Then he raised his head and looked at Ling Muyun, his eyes were full of solemnity, he really didn't expect that Ling Muyun, who was weakly beaten by him in the room, would be so difficult to deal with with a sword in his hand, the previous contempt had been swept away, and he had a twelve-point spirit, and if he was careless at this time, he was looking for death by himself!

Ling Muyun also took the opportunity to seal the acupoint to stop the bleeding, and did not attack Wulanfeng again for a while. The previous battle between the two can be said to be thrilling, and there are more than a dozen moves between the lightning and flint, each of which moves are extremely dangerous and dangerous, which side reacts a little slower, it is the result of death on the spot, so although the time of the fight is short, the energy consumption of both sides is not small, just take this opportunity to take a breath and prepare for the next fight.

Just when the two were confronting, Lu Gaoxuan had already killed all the imperial guards in his palm, and seeing that Ling Muyun and Wulan Feng were still indistinguishable, he immediately shouted: "Young master, I'm here to help you." As he spoke, his body moved, and he swept towards the two of them.

Ling Muyun and Wu Lanfeng's faces changed at the same time, but the difference was that Ling Muyun was happy, while Wu Lanfeng was shocked. The two sides have just fought each other, and they have tried out each other's catties, which can be said to be half a catty and eight taels, if there is no external factors, the two can be said to have half a chance of winning each other. However, if there is external help, the originally flat balance will be tilted, and the side that receives the help will definitely have a great chance of winning, and the side that is caught in the attack may be more auspicious!

"Amitabha, if the donor wants to bully more and less, he must first pass the poor monk!"

A Buddha horn suddenly came, and then I saw a figure flying over the wall, just in front of Lu Gaoxuan, but it was a skinny monk in a robe, and he should be the abbot of this temple. Just looking at the light skills he showed when he crossed the wall, he was obviously also a martial arts master.

Lu Gaoxuan's face changed: "Old monk, who are you, who came here to meddle in things?" ”

"The poor monk Chengguang, is not the abbot of the temple, the donor enters the temple at night to kill the evil, but the poor monk can't ignore it."

It turned out that this old monk was the abbot Chengguang of Qingliang Temple on Wutai Mountain. This Chengguang was meditating in the meditation hall when he heard the sound of fighting here, so he hurried over. It's just that Ling Muyun and they acted too fast, and when he arrived, all the imperial guards had already been cleaned up by Lu Gaoxuan, if he came a little later, let Lu Gaoxuan and Ling Muyun join forces, and even Ulanfeng might not be spared.

"If so, then it is offended!"

Lu Gaoxuan also knew that the situation was urgent and it was not appropriate to delay, so seeing that Chengguang had expressed his attitude to be his enemy, he was no longer verbose, and slapped Chengguang with a palm, and directly moved his hand.

"Poor monks teach donors high tricks."

Chengguang does not dodge or dodge, but also strikes out with one palm. With a soft "snap", Lu Gaoxuan's body shook slightly, and the Chengguang was shocked, and he couldn't help but take three steps back, and then he stood firm, his face alternated between red and white, and he sighed: "The donor is so powerful!" ”

"The great monk's Shaolin Prajna palm is not bad!" Lu Gaoxuan also praised it, and his body moved and pounced towards Chengguang again.

Seeing Lu Gaoxuan and Chengguang fighting together, Wu Lanfeng also took a sharp breath, and suddenly pounced towards Ling Muyun like an eagle falcon without a sound, and his claws waved out a shadow of claws in the sky, grabbing Ling Muyun down. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Chengguang was not Lu Gaoxuan's opponent, and he was afraid that he would not be able to stop Lu Gaoxuan, so he planned to fight a quick battle and kill Ling Muyun before Lu Gaoxuan defeated Chengguang, so that the two would never have a chance to join forces to besiege him!

(To be continued)