Fight! Fight!

Under the bright moon, the boy and Lingyunzi palm-to-palm, fist-to-fist, the two of them made no reservations, and where the fists passed, it was like a galewind sweeping away the dust, full of devastation, and there was nothing left!

The kid punches straight forward, every move is the most basic move, but with a deep internal force, it is like a royal road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe way of the king is upright and upright, so is the people, and the same is true of the fist!

In the face of strong fist strength, Ling Yunzi felt difficult after receiving a few moves, but fortunately, Wudang martial arts focused on the word "royal", seeing Ling Yunzi holding a circle with both palms, or pushing or moving, no matter how fierce the boy's fist strength is, Lingyunzi always maintains a Tai Chi range under his feet.

Seeing this, the kid said coldly: "Ten years of life and death." Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. The words fell, and he stepped back and punched out.

Hearing the sound, the fist arrived! The fist hit Ling Yunzi's body, Ling Yunzi only felt that the punch in front of him was endless, and the fist strength was wave after wave, so that a force could be resisted, and a stronger force would come! The infinite power was irrepressible, and the fist had been swung to him in an instant.

Ling Yunzi was hit hard, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his steps retreated again and again, and the Tai Chi under his feet had long since disappeared.

"Dao Chief, are you alright? Seeing this, Mo Da on the side hurriedly helped Ling Yunzi and hurriedly asked.

Ling Yunzi stabilized his body, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, coughed twice, and said, "Ahem, it seems that we have to fight hard tonight." ”

At this time, a voice fell in everyone's ears: "Old friend, I see that you are old, why did you fall down after a few soft palms!" The voice fell, and when I saw a purple sword light shining for a long time, in the sword, an old man was wrapped in gorgeous clothes, not the purple-clothed marquis, the only difference was that the sword wrapped in gorgeous gems had been unsheathed!

"I thought you were drunk!"

"Such an important thing, even if you are really drunk, you will wake up. ”

After a short exchange, the Purple Marquis looked at the kid after landing and said loudly: "Boy, drinking can't win you! The sword can always win you, look at the move!" After speaking, Zimang cut through the air, and several swords rushed towards the kid!

In the blink of an eye, the sword dissipated, and I saw that the boy's clothes had been cut a few times. Feng Mu'er hurriedly pointed at Ziyi Hou and said, "Don't you know my mother, can you not make a move?"

Ziyi Hou followed the girl's voice, the familiar face, the familiar voice, like a soft thorn stuck in the throat, the pain was uncomfortable, when was he still a teenager, she also cared about him so much.

"I'm sorry... Zi Xiaoyi is dead, and now there is only Ziyi Hou. ”

Sorry, the purple light reappears, and the sword flashes in a flash, which is a killing move!

Seeing Feng Mu'er who was in a hurry, the kid whispered softly: "Little Mu'er, don't worry about me, you have great skills! After speaking, his eyes opened angrily, and he spoke: "Today you will lose by drinking, and so will the sword!"

The words fell, the small wooden sword on the side roared softly, and flew into the hands of the kid through the air, only to see the kid holding the small wooden sword, the wooden sword sword was a foot and a half, and a sword broke out of the air, the sword was fast, fast and invisible!

"Ding Ding Zheng Zheng" sword and sword intersect, only the sound of collision is heard, and the sword moves are not visible at all!

The big boss of Qingcheng on the side opened his mouth in surprise, and read from time to time: "Amazing sword! That young man used my Qingcheng faction's amazing sword! And it is several times stronger than mine!"

Seeing that Mo Da was as if he was stunned, Ling Yunzi scolded loudly: "Wake up!" This voice was like a voice coming to the world, Mo Da's whole person trembled, and then his greedy gaze slowly turned into loss: "It's me who is in love, thank you Dao Chang." ”

"Amitabha. Seeing this scene, the monk Wuming on the side recited a Buddha name and said: "Master Mo, you are born with demons, but that is your nature, you enter the Daomen to cultivate and suppress demons, and at the same time suppress your talent." It's better to take refuge in my Jinshan Temple, my Buddha will teach you to turn the demon into your own use, and from then on your sword will be flat!"

Mo Da sneered when he heard this: "Hehe, I'm used to being at ease in Qingcheng Mountain, so I won't trouble the master!"

After speaking, several people looked in the direction of the purple-clothed marquis and the young man, and saw that there were several sword marks on the kid's body with blood, and he had already suffered a lot of injuries. And Ziyihou was even more miserable, his body was full of wounds, his mouth was still coughing, and the blood was spit out one by one with the coughing sound.

Ziyi Hou kept leaving blood in his mouth, coughed twice, and whispered while coughing: "Cough... Ahem, it looks like that's all I can do for you, old friend, then I'll go first. ”

"Yi'er.... Yi'er...."While reading the name in his heart, Ziyihou slowly fell to the ground, stretching out his hand towards the sky, as if he saw the girl when he was young again, and also saw the "Zi Xiaoyi" who had long since died.

Feng Mu'er listened to him read his mother's name, and an inexplicable sadness filled her heart, her mother is gone, and the people who remember her mother are also gone, no one knows what happened to them when they were young, and no one knows why they turned from intimate relationships to enemies.... Why kill, why kill!

"Why! Why do you say you want to kill people? Why the hell do you die? What are you dying one by one? Just because we are demons, just because I have this wooden box on my back! Even if you kill all of us, what if you get what you want? Won't you feel heartache when you watch your friends die?"

"Woo.....oooooo Woo woo woo ..... "The crescent moon in the sky seemed to hear the voice that she didn't want to hear, and quickly hid in the clouds, and only the cry of a girl could be heard in the dark night, if the sad voice of the crow was just shocking, then what about this cry.... There was a sound, as if the heart was cracking inch by inch.

A group of people were confronted with a thirteen-year-old girl's questioning, why did they kill people? interests, rights, martial arts, and other questions were like asking themselves, killing again and again not only the enemy, but also the companions around them, many people who were still laughing and drinking together yesterday, the next day that person would never appear again, and since then there has been one less person drinking.

Ling Yunzi listened to the cry, slowly walked over and picked up the purple-clothed marquis, at this moment it was like everyone around, the purpose of this time, for the so-called sect, everything did not exist, he just hugged the dead old friend and left.

The kid walked up to Feng Mu'er, gently hugged Feng Mu'er and said, "Because this is the rivers and lakes...... I promise you, one day this will become what you like, and I will definitely change it!"

The boy took off the wooden box, and as the wooden box slowly opened, he saw a three-foot long sword lying in the box, the sword body was blue, and there was a slight breeze around the sword body, as if no matter how the sword was buried, as long as there was wind, it would be free!

The kid looked at the cyan sword in front of him, as if he had been waiting for a thousand years, he was so familiar with it, as if the two were one. The sword fell into his hand, the cyan long sword let out a long roar, and in the long roar of the sword, a gust of wind blew in the forest, and this wind seemed to blow away the injustice in this world and wake up this chaotic world!

The besieging group of people saw what they had been thinking about, a legend that had been around for hundreds of years! Several of them were completely eroded by the fire of greed, if it weren't for the death of the Purple Marquis under the young man's sword, they would have rushed to kill and seize the sword!

And what about Mo Da? What is he doing who was said by the monk Wuming to be born with a demonic fear? I saw that Mo Da's gaze had never changed, and from the moment the purple-clothed marquis died, there was only sadness in his eyes, and there was no trace of demonic fear. The only thing I could hear was the low sadness in his mouth: "Boss Zi..... Purple Boss ......"

Surprised! The sadness in Mo Da's eyes passed, only resentment, only hatred, only killing! Angry: "Array!" The words fell, the people around hesitated a little, but still decided to fight, if they win, this century-old treasure is their own!

The boy stroked the cyan sword over and over again, and endless joy filled his heart, as if he was meeting a lover who had been separated from each other.

"Narukaze, it's been a long time.... My old friend. ”

A roaring wind, the sound of the sword is roaring, the whistle is out of the sheath! The boy held the sword and slashed towards everyone, pulling Feng Mu'er to turn around and leave, and there was only one sentence left in the dark night: "Wait for an arm! ”

"Ahhh

The crescent moon hiding in the clouds showed its head again, and under the moonlight, a blind old man looked at all this with a smile on his face, seemed to be very satisfied, and said: "Boy, it turns out that your name is Mingfeng..... But Xuan Zhen and Bodhi can't come out, you are invincible! Your way is in your hands!" After speaking, the figure also disappeared into the night.