The sky before the rising sun is dim and boundless, giving people a dull feeling like black clouds pressing down on the city, and the cold wind skillfully sweeps the almost lonely tree vines, announcing the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

The hilt of the sword in his hand was as calm as ever, and the image of the illusion also dissipated without a trace as the curtain of darkness rose, but when the east was white and everything had calmed down, Chu Muyun was the most difficult to calm down, he felt that he had really picked up a treasure!

He had already flipped through the countless magic books he had read in his mind, and countless conjectures kept flashing, but he was always clueless and unable to follow the phantom.

What he could be sure of was that the hilt in his hand was far stranger and more mysterious than he had imagined, even if he had already determined that it was extraordinary.

The phantom in the misty mirror is like the true self on the path of cultivation, and the only thing that is not real about it lies in its perfection. Because it can improve the rest of the incomplete fighting tactics, and almost all the fighting tactics deduced have reached a consummation realm, even if Chu Muyun has the comprehension of the clan's immortal arrogance, it is still far inferior to that phantom.

It is a mirror, allowing Chu Muyun to thoroughly see his own shortcomings.

It was like being taught by an incomparable mentor, and the level of this teacher was terrifying.

"Well, there is no mystery in the world that cannot be solved, for this sword hilt, let's take one step at a time!"

Chu Muyun put the hilt of the sword in the scabbard, and then put it into the chain that the third uncle gave him, he looked at the impossible sky, the cold wind came through the window, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart: The west wind is coming to an end, and the day of snow is coming!

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The cave cold mountain town that has just experienced the clan comparison of the Chu family, although it has been cold all night, there is still residual heat under this cold clear sky, and this residual heat makes almost half of the villagers in the mountain town stay awake all night, and the same is true of the Chu family.

On the gravel path leading to the Art Pavilion, Chu Muyun undoubtedly became the focus.

The juniors of the Chu family lowered their voices with some caution, they had never been so cautious before, especially for the "famous" Chu Muyun, their ridicule and ridicule could even spread on this path.

Chu Muyun didn't deliberately care about those strange eyes, just as he didn't deliberately pay attention to a word of ridicule, he knew that this flashy world needed this kind of surprise of the idle and the humiliation of the irrelevant to embellish the color of seven emotions and six desires.

There was a wide field on the right side in front of the gray and solemn pavilion, where there was also a fighting battlefield, and the younger generations of the Chu family around were doing morning cultivation at the moment.

Chu Muyun inadvertently cast his gaze over, among the children of the Chu family, who were full of figures, he saw Chu Lianzong's unkind eyes staring at him viciously, and after glancing at him, Chu Muyun retracted his gaze indifferently and ignored it.

He knew that a person like Chu Lianzong, whose unscrupulous skills were far greater than his own cultivation, would sooner or later break into unbearable disasters and reap the consequences.

However, just as he withdrew his indifferent gaze and was about to enter the Technique Pavilion, Chu Muyun suddenly felt a wisp of cold wind rushing behind him, and suddenly his bones were stabbed cold.

He stopped abruptly, and the noise of the surrounding family's young people and girls cultivating also quieted down.

Chu Muyun didn't turn around, he lowered his head as if he was thinking about something, and there was still a cold wind blowing across his cheeks, blowing his hair up, but he couldn't find the sharp feeling he had before in his consciousness.

Since his cultivation had recovered to the Tattoo Spirit Realm, his divine soul power had also increased, so he was very sure that the wisp of cold wind that was coming from behind was mixed with an indelible strong battle intent, and that wild battle intent was the origin of the bone back stabbing cold.

There were anxious and cautious footsteps behind them, and no discussion could be heard around them, as if they had seen a natural enemy, and they became docile in an instant.

Chu Muyun frowned slightly, he thought that he had already guessed who the person who appeared behind him was. Or maybe he didn't need to guess at all, from the reactions of the younger generation of the Chu family around him, who were almost unscrupulous, he knew who was coming.

"Are you waiting for me?" Chu Muyun still didn't look back, he planned to return the borrowed three-part fighting tactics to the four elders, so he didn't have to look back.

"I've been waiting since yesterday!" the wolf's voice was eerie, as if his eyes were dark and cunning, even if it wasn't intentional on his part, for he had taken the wolf's nature as his own.

He had indeed been waiting for it all along, from the moment Chu Muyun defeated Chu Liancheng with one sword yesterday, he was waiting for this opportunity.

Chu Muyun's brows furrowed even tighter, not because he hated the young man behind him, but because he felt that the little wolf was a very pitiful person and worthy of sympathy, although with his current identity and situation, he didn't seem to be qualified to sympathize.

"I don't understand, why two poor people abandoned by fate should oppose each other...... Chu Muyun asked.

"Before the clan, you and I were considered pitiful, but now, you are not!" the little wolf rested one hand on the short blade at his waist, ready to deliver the deadliest blow.

The way he learned to survive in the wolf pack is only life and death, there is no victory or defeat, so as long as he makes a move, it is a killing move. Yesterday was the same in the clan comparison, if it weren't for the patriarch's urgent action to stop his killing style, Chu Fengxia would probably be more than lucky.

It was the only battle he had ever had on top of the clan.

Chu Muyun was a little moved, he was asking if he was still a poor person abandoned by fate, maybe the little wolf was right, he was no longer the same.

He is no longer a pitiful person, not because he defeated Chu Liancheng and has the strength of the Tattoo Spirit Realm, at least he doesn't think so. He understands his father's grievances, his grandfather's injuries are recovering, and his demons have been overcome, all of which are progressing in a good direction, although the road ahead is still slim, but now he has found the right way, so he is no longer pitiful.

Chu Muyun finally turned around, since the two of them are no longer the same kind of people, it is always a little impolite to turn their backs to the little wolf, seven years of walking on thin ice has made him develop a habit of being too restrained, so he likes to salute, and he doesn't like people who are disrespectful to others.

Chu Muyun bowed and said, "I won't fight with people for no reason, besides...... I'm really inferior to you!"

The avenue is three thousand, and he cultivates to keep his original intention.

A battle with a guarded heart will make him desperate to go all out, and now it is really a competitive contest that makes him unable to fight with all his strength, and the battle that cannot do his best will make him have no hope of victory.

What's more, he is facing a wolf who forgets everything in battle, remembering only the smell of blood and the throat of the enemy.

The early morning of winter is very cold, especially in the geologically cold Guhan Mountain Town, in this season when the north wind is like a knife, the beams of sunlight can only be reduced to a foil for the cold current, and it can't warm the cold sword.

Although the dry cold weather is cold, it does not have much effect on ordinary practitioners with cultivation. However, in the wide field in front of this art pavilion, the younger generations of the Chu family felt a sharp coldness piercing their skin through their clothes with a trace of bloody smell in their silence, and they subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at each other, their eyes full of caution.

That Chu Lianzong's face gradually turned from hideous to sneering, he could smell that the smell of blood around here came from the little wolf not far ahead, he clearly remembered the scene when the little wolf summoned the spirit, it was this disgusting and thick smell that filled the entire spirit calling platform.

He knew that the cold-blooded wolf seemed to be impatient anymore, so he was sneering: "Monsters against waste wood, it's better to lose both!"

He hated the little wolf as much as he hated Chu Muyun.

His cursing voice was small, but his voice was eerie, and the little wolf had a natural spiritual sensitivity to gloomy things, so he heard it, and heard it clearly.

The little wolf turned his head indifferently, and his sharp eyes full of evil looked at Chu Lianzong with disdain, Chu Lianzong couldn't help but tremble, at that moment he felt that he was completely treated as a dead man, and he had always been arrogant but had no courage to resist.

There was more and more silence in the field, no one dared to break the silence with a voice, the cold wind of winter was howling, and the dead leaves on the ground were blown up again.

The bloody battle intent full of wolf nature and slowly rising swirled around him, and Chu Muyun, who was not very comfortable, saw the determination from those sharp eyes, he really didn't want to make a move with the little wolf, even if it was to fight.

But he went on full alert, and then he drew his sword.

I don't know where the cold wind came from, and I don't know where to blow down a dead leaf of the ice banyan tree, the dead leaf seemed to be entrusted by someone to fly from the air, and finally landed inadvertently between Chu Muyun and the little wolf.

The dead leaves fluttered slowly, twisting a charming falling curve in the air, and it seemed to be very pleasant, without the slightest pain of parting.

The sharp gaze in the eyes of the two young men who were far away and opposite converged at the same point in the air, and slowly, the trajectory of the dead leaves of the ice banyan tree passed quietly through that point......

At that moment, the focused point in the void seemed to burn, and I saw two dazzling sword rays driving the swirling cold wind like a biting ice blade to lock on to the falling banyan leaf.

In a flash of lightning, the seven star points of light flickered under Chu Muyun's feet, forming a star path map at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and he was stepping on the Yaoguang to perform the last sword of the Canghai Moon Ming swordsmanship in an instant, the remnant sun died, and the bright moon rose!

On the other hand, the little wolf, his figure was fast, and he actually left a vague red wolf shadow in the same place, and pounced out, the short-bladed sword light in his hand was like a blood-colored rainbow lightning, rolling up countless fallen leaves on the ground and flying, the sword was so powerful that the fallen leaves were crushed by the blood-colored sword light at the moment they touched the sword wind.

The young men and girls present were deeply shocked by the two sword lights, and such a sword that made people avoid it had actually reached the strength of the Tattoo Spirit Realm magician, because they saw the surging spiritual power around them!