Hearing this, Qingyun Trial, who was watching the battle in front of the Fuyao Palace, came to their senses, and they felt ashamed.

At this moment, the situation of the battle suddenly changed.

As Xue Wu's tearless voice sounded, the remnant swordsmanship suddenly changed, from those authentic sect swordsmanship, to a strange and evil move.

This is also the swordsmanship that Lone Yan is best at, and these swordsmanship he learned from those opponents who died under his sword. Those people were Gu Yan's fellow brothers, they cultivated together, and then killed each other, survival of the fittest. After that, he continued to practice frantically, frantically killing each other, until in the end, only one disciple was left in the entire sect, and he walked out of the bones like a mountain......

Looking at the sword moves on the battle platform in front of the hall that suddenly became weird, and looking at the cold and evil aura carried in each move, people finally fell silent.

Hua Danqing on the stage showed a solemn expression, he felt the pressure for the first time, and at this time, Chu Muyun felt even more pressure. He didn't expect that Xue Wuxian would be at a moment that no one could have imagined, and the style of the sword moves was turned upside down, which caught him a little off guard for a while.

Looking at Xue Wu, who looked calm on the other side of the battle platform, he had to admit that this person was really amazing.

This sudden change in the rhythm of the sword, with a sense of urgency and suffocation, that move is swung out, and the rhythm of losing both sides in a trance. Chu Muyun knew that it was a sword move, which was easy to be credulous and addicted, and it was definitely not a lose-lose fight.

There were countless fighting tactics in his mind, the Imperial Sword Sect, the Tibetan Sword Sect, the Thousand Peaks Sect, the Biyun Sect, the Flame Sect, the Mo Clan, and the Four Great Families...... The tactics of the various forces flashed through his mind, but none of them dealt with him satisfactorily.

Many people in the field were anxious, because the battle situation on the battle platform was almost out of room, and they looked at Chu Muyun with suspicion in their eyes, many doubts.

"Are you going to lose?" Murong Luoyi muttered, a touch of sourness appeared between his pretty noses.

"It seems that Chu Muyun is poor in donkey skills!"

"After all, he is a kid who doesn't know the height of the sky, and the third place on the Qingyun list has no tears, how can he easily challenge. What's more, the two are competing for the wisdom that Xue Wuxian is most proud of. ”

Even Zang Ao and the others secretly clenched their fists.

A discussion sounded in Chu Muyun's ears, he looked at the calm Xue Wu on the other side, he knew that he was about to lose.

The Xuanyuan Technique, the talent of the Divine Soul, seemed to be able to only see through the fighting tactics that the sorcerers had learned in this room, which was obviously slightly inferior to that Xue Wuxian who had really read through countless classics.

He didn't want to lose, he didn't want to lose to Prince Qinglong, so he couldn't lose to Xue Wuxian in the first place. He didn't want his senior brother Hua Danqing to lose because of himself.

At this moment, Hua Danqing couldn't wait, and he set his eyes on Chu Muyun.

Chu Muyun stared at the jade flute spirit weapon in the hand of the remnant Xiao on the battle platform, and his soul suddenly rippled, and the information about the various fighting tactics that the remnant Xiao had cultivated came like a tide.

As soon as his eyes lit up, why not attack his shield with his spear?

It's just that the senior brother knows how to do this? That's Xiao Xiao's own fighting tactics!

It's too late, they are the leaders of the same Qingyun list, and they have to believe in their senior brothers.

Out of urgency, Chu Muyun subconsciously took a step forward and shouted: "Nine Death Gate, the sword has no survival!"

Hua Danqing was slightly stunned: The Gate of Nine Deaths...... This is the sect of remnant Xiao cultivation!

In an instant, Hua Danqing smiled, his footsteps moved slightly, and he held a folding fan, as if a sword was on the battle platform in front of the palace

A dark wind was raised, shaking out the remnants of Xiao's attack.

This is the most common way for Xiao Xiao to kill the life of his opponent, and it is extremely ferocious and sinister.

There was a burst of surprise on the stone steps in front of the hall.

"What kind of move is this?"

"Elder, do you know this trick?"

"Could it be the means of the evil sect?"

"And its vicious methods, the sword lives up to its name. ”

"It seems to be a little similar to that trick of the remnant. ”

......

Elder Liu Hantang's hand stroking his beard stiffened slightly. Murong Bo's eyes were deep, and the viciousness of this sword made him even a little jealous.

Xue Wutear's expression became extremely solemn, and he subconsciously took two steps forward.

But the most unsettling thing is probably nothing more than the remnants on the stage. It is a strange and helpless feeling to see your opponent use his usual killing style against him.

He was shocked out of more than ten steps, stabilized his feet, and subconsciously looked at the snow under the lookout platform without tears, at this moment he actually had a plan to use his spiritual power to solve this battle.

Xue Wutear's expression was still solemn, very shocked, he didn't look at the uneasy remnant Xiao in his heart, his gaze stayed firmly on Chu Muyun's body.

The sect from which Xiao Xiao came from, the tactics of fighting in the door and its secrets, there is no possibility of leaking at all. Because those brothers and sisters who worshiped with him all died in the hands of Xiao Xiao without exception.

Nine deaths and one life, only the remnants of Xiao survived, that's all.

"Where did he find out?"

"Could it be that he understands the methods of the remnant?"

Xue Wuxian fell into a tangle.

At this time, Chu Muyun ignored the shocked eyes of everyone in the venue, nor did he look at Xue Wuxi, he caught the other party's evil faction's style,

The next thing to do is to counterattack!

"Earth Net Tianluo!"

Chu Muyun regained his composure, he knew that as soon as this formula came out, he would definitely distinguish the winner and loser, and with his understanding of this move, there was no suspense.

This is not the tactics of fighting that anyone present has cultivated, nor is it the inherent method of Xiao Xiao, nor is it the ability of Xue without tears. This style comes from the Soul Remnant Mind himself, which is his own technique before the fall of the Soul Remnant Thought, and there is a sword that matches this style.

Even if the sword wasn't here, he was sure that the remnants and even the snow without tears would be able to deal with it.

After he said this move, he was immersed in some memories, which belonged to the memories of fusion, some memories that belonged to the remnants of the soul.

How did he know that as soon as this trick came out, it instantly attracted countless questions and puzzles, and everyone looked at him inexplicably. Xue Wu was like this, he didn't have a trace of memory of this move. Remnant Xiao is like this, even Hua Danqing, who has already prepared to draw a sword.

Sensing that Chu Muyun didn't seem to notice these strange atmospheres, Hua Danqing finally couldn't hold back, so he said with a hint of embarrassment: "I won't do this trick!"

A burst of laughter sounded in front of the hall, pulling Chu Muyun back from the memories that did not belong to him.

He was slightly stunned, smiled embarrassedly at his senior brother Hua Danqing on the stage, and then immediately replaced it with another trick.

He used the technique that Hua Danqing himself cultivated.

Xue Wuxian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and relievedness, and then responded with his own magic.

So the battle between the fields returned to the previous one, just the fighting tactics in their mouths, one move was sharper than the other, each move was faster than the other, without any pause, as if without any thinking was blurted out, continuous and endless.

Everyone knows that a storm is about to fall.