The clouds covered the sun, and the light and shadow turned again, covering the dim sword and turning to the left.

The thin sword was withdrawn from the crack in the bone, and the sound of grinding the bone was sore. However, the sword was light and nimble, and there was no obstruction in the slightest. It spun abruptly in the air, dragging out a flickering afterimage.

Mu Lan was hit by a sword in his lower abdomen, and the blood flowed wildly.

Mu Zijian endured the piercing pain, his body took off, and he drove the dust bound to the Qingni sword to roll sideways, his left leg arched, and he pulled out a soft sword as thin as ice with his boots.

The wrist exerted force, and the sword body trembled wildly, like a wave. It is a rare fierce move in the Mu family's sword.

Xin Baige also reacted at this time, unloading the force to loosen the dust, and then shook it, the brown and red ponytail was straight, and its strength was like a sword.

The two swords struck together, attacking the retreating figure.

It's a pity, that's the person who can still get out of Mu Dianke's sword without hurting a single penny and retreating with all his body. When Qian Yu retreated, he still had the strength to slash a sword at the pipa in Mu Lan's arms.

The sword is sharp, and the strings of the pipa are cut off from root to root.

The body of the thousand feathers retreated quickly, flipped in the air, and fell on the willow tops. A silver-gray long sword lay across his eyebrows, quiet as he was still, and his momentum was faint.

This is the real strength of the number one person in Tianzi Palace.

His sword, born to kill. Once you make a move, you will never return in vain.

Mu Zijian was punctured between his iliac bone and ischium, and the pain was unbearable, and his sword was empty, and he had no strength to catch up with him. A painful snort escaped from between his teeth, and he sat on the ground without supporting himself, but it was difficult for his back to straighten up.

An excellent killer, but also a master who is proficient in the body's acupuncture points and meridian bones. Qian Yu's sword, although it didn't take Mu Zijian's life, made him suffer enough.

Xin Baige quickly waved the dust and crossed between Qianyu and Mu Zijian.

This arrogant and cold woman was still standing tall and dignified at the moment, but there was a rare trace of panic on her face.

Qian Yu only made one move, and he severely injured two of the three. She didn't catch Chiba's sword on his next attack.

Qianyu didn't move, and neither did Xin Baige.

In extreme silence, the two secretly observed each other's body shape, gait, even if it was any slight change in their eyes, figuring out the moves that the other might use next, and adjusting their breathing in order to deal with it as soon as possible.

This is not only a huge consumption of mental power, but also a test of physical strength.

The slightest lack of willpower can reveal defeat and allow the opponent to seize the opportunity to attack.

One trick has not passed, but in fact, it has been contested thousands of times.

There was a small sound of wind through the court, from far to near, rushing to a master's secret attack.

But Xin Baige didn't dare to move. When a strong enemy is in front, a move is a flaw, and it is a matter of life and death.

The dust under the windmill frame let out a long hiss and rushed over in a rage. The man stood up, raised his hooves and stomped on the black shadow that had bullied Xin Baige.

Yao Bing was only wary of the enemies in the field, and he didn't expect this psychic white horse to suddenly attack, so he hurriedly lifted his body and flashed, and the dust was stepped into the air, and before his front hooves landed, he lowered his head and crashed into it.

Mu Lan pulled the pipa mechanism.

Mu Zijian also made a move.

Qingni sword light and several willow leaf blades struck towards Yao Bing one after the other. Yao Bing was attacked on three sides and his defense was embarrassed.

Another person flew down from the roof, it was Yaojia. Yaojia is the first in the sky, and the long-range attack and near-killing are all exquisite, and the sword is like a dragon and snake, winding around the Qingni long sword, suddenly straightening up, and with the help of force, the Qingni sword bullet is off by seven points, and Yaobing strides back.

Dust Suppression attacked the air again.

Yao Bing was carried by Yao Jia and retreated, and the sword in his hand did not stop. When it landed on the house, it was just enough to hit the thirteenth willow blade, and the originally straight blade was full of gaps.

The killer of Tianzi Palace is certainly a terrifying existence in the rivers and lakes, but the three people in front of him are not weak people who can be slaughtered by others.

It can be said that if it weren't for Qian Yu's accurate timing and severely injured Mu Zijian and Mu Lan in one fell swoop, even if he cultivated the art of killing to perfection, he might not be able to get out of these three people.

The dark clouds in the sky became denser and denser, and the wind blew and blew the branches and leaves.

The willow leaves fell one after another from Qian Yu's eyes, and when several pieces were connected, they cut off his sight for a moment.

Now is the time!

Xin Baige suddenly moved, his white skirt swirled, he lifted Mu Zijian, sank his waist and exerted force, threw him vigorously on the back of the dust, and shouted: "Go!" ”

When he turned, the dust was swung out, just in time to catch a sword from the thousand feathers.

The red-brown horsetail was hinged inch by inch, and was blown away by the wind before it hit the ground.

Xin Baige's right shoulder blade was pierced by a sharp sword, and Qingli's face was as white as snow for a moment, and he shouted "Duh", and pushed out the dust handle with his hand.

There was a "click", and a thin slit appeared at the end of the handle.

Xin Baige stretched out his hand to grasp the end of the handle, and with a slight pull, he pulled out a thin iron from the handle.

Although the iron is thin, it is strong and sharp, with a total of eight sides, and the edges can hurt people.

The tip of the thin iron scratched the back of Chiha's hand.

Qian Yu didn't want to be entangled with Xin Bai Gezuo, so he drew his sword and quickly left, like an eagle chasing a hoof, chasing after Mu Zijian.

Mu Zijian held two swords in his hand and was led by a horse to gallop, which just made up for the disadvantage of a hip injury.

The Mu family's sword was originally a first-class swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, and when he was fleeing for his life, he used it with unprecedented lethality. The two long swords in Mu Zijian's hands, one rigid and one soft, danced imperviously, Yaojia and Yaobing couldn't get close to the dust at all, so they had to keep running and accumulating strength, bouncing up with the help of corridor pillars or rockery, and attacking the one man and one horse who were galloping like lightning.

was thrown away, and caught up again.

The willpower and combat effectiveness of the killer should not be underestimated. Although the two couldn't take Mu Zijian, they worked together to contain the dust and couldn't get out of the gate, so they could only turn around and run deep into the yard.

The white horse galloped, the mane was flying, and the grass was green.

A person suddenly sat up on his back on the grass, but it was Yaoxin who was wearing dark green clothes.

Sitting up, lifting the sword, turning over, the movements are coherent, and they are only completed in a stone flash. With his back on the turf, he stuck diagonally under the horse's belly, and with his sword in both hands, he stabbed into the sky.

Dusty and furious, he raised his hind hooves and stepped towards Yao Xin's abdomen.

Yaoxin kicked the grass and pushed himself sideways. When he swung his sword, he slashed into the air. Roll on the spot, bounce up, drag the sword to catch up.

The horse was a real divine horse, and in the case of a broken stomach, he even rushed out of more than 20 zhang before he fell to the ground and died.

Mu Zijian jumped up with all his strength before he could stop the dust and grab a poplar trunk with his sword. The tip of the toe hooked the falling soft sword, reached out to catch it, and took it with his mouth, before Yao Xin had not yet released the sword, he took the lead in attacking, and with the advantage of being high, he jumped down from the poplar tree, and the Qingni sword in his hand condensed the frost and cold, and slashed in the air.

The river is frozen!

"Get out of the way!" Qian Yu shouted sharply.

For the disciples of the Tianzi Palace, Qianyu's order is the only iron rule. Yao Xin quickly leaned back, and the carp jumped back several feet. Still wounded by the sword qi on the periphery, his intestines hurt, and he forcibly swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness.

Qian Yu waved his long sword, stepped on the tree, pulled his body to a very high place, crossed the river in the air, and a sword fell from the sky, straight into Mu Zijian's right shoulder.

Mu Zijian Changhe's sword momentum was not exhausted, and he didn't have time to return to the sword to defend. As soon as he loosened his teeth, he spit out the soft sword in his mouth, and swung it back in his left hand. This move can be described as unexpected, swift and fast, and difficult to defend.

However, Qian Yu is not an ordinary person, as the top killer, he is best at attacking people unprepared, and in turn, he is also the best at guarding against this.

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, tilted his body, raised his legs, and twisted the whirring soft sword.

Mu Zijian exerted another force with his left hand. One more point for the strength on the legs of the thousand feathers. The soft sword is still difficult to advance.

The two competed, and the sword in Qianyu's hand was still stuck in Mu Zijian's shoulder. With each moment of delay, the sword went deeper.

Not only the shoulder, but also the hip bone injury is more painful due to the extreme force of the body.

Mu Zijian's face was distorted in pain, beads of sweat rolled down from the top of his forehead, and he suddenly felt that his shoulders were loosened, and he was about to turn around, but the back of his head was hit hard by a blunt object, and he was unconscious.