The fight inside the Mochizuki Tower makes people feel blood and energy, but there is still peace outside the Mochizuki Tower......

Kyoto is open to night markets, but not as lively as during the day, after all, the vast majority of Kyoto people have to run for a living during the day, and only want to rest at night, and the night market is not for them.

There are many vendors around the Tower, and it is the place where the rich men gather the most, day and night.

In front of a mask stall, Murong Qingyun was playing with a silver-white mask, the mask was similar to Murong Yuan's black-faced fangs, both of which only covered the lower half of his face, but the difference was that this silver mask was not used for deterrence, so it looked more exquisite, and the right side of the silver-white mask meandered upwards like a cloud wing, giving the whole face an asymmetrical beauty......

"Miss is really good-looking, this mask is made by the oldest mask master in Kyoto, using the best materials, and there is a name, called, Silver White Wings, the most suitable for a person as beautiful as Miss ......"

The hawker stall owner flattered Murong Qingyun with an extremely sophisticated and sleek appearance, and Murong Qingyun smiled faintly when he heard this-

"I don't really like wearing masks, but the person I like, he seems to love this thing......"

Murong Qingyun's faint smile, under the light of the quiet moonlight, looked even more moving, and the hawker stall owner was a little stunned for a while, forgetting the next cliché.

"I want this mask!"

Murong Qingyun's words brought the stall owner back to his senses, and before he could make an offer, Murong Qingyun left behind two ingots of silver that were worth far more than the mask......

The stall owner held these two ingots of silver and looked at the back of Murong Qingyun's transport, but he only had a smile in his mind from Murong Qingyun's previous smile......

As the sky darkened, the stall owner collected the mask in front of him, and a girl with a pale golden light faintly appeared behind him......

Murong Qingyun put the mask into the mezzanine of the green shirt in her arms, she came to find Murong Yuan, the color opera master and others have already mixed into the Wanjia restaurant, the thunder and fire double swords will meet with Wan Sanqian in about a month, and the color opera master asked her to ask Murong Yuan for his next move......

Murong Qingyun approached the Moon Tower, and the surging of two powerful internal forces in the air made his steps pause, one of which was Murong Qingyun's extremely familiar shadow energy, and the other was an even more domineering mysterious true qi that he had never seen before.

Murong Qingyun luckily flew to the place where the true qi of the Moon Tower overflowed, and before he could get close, there was a loud bang, and the roof of the Moon Tower broke in response, wrapped in two internal forces, one black and one red, Murong Yuan and Xiao Qing rushed out wildly, and the two of them made the surrounding space colorless with one move and one style......

After seeing Murong Yuan's figure clearly, Murong Qingyun was shocked, she didn't expect that there would be someone who could fight to a draw with the door master, so she immediately drew her sword out of the sheath, wanting to step forward to help, but she also saw many Shadow Sect disciples flying from the Moon Tower, surrounding the two people who were fighting on the roof of the Moon Tower......

Murong Qingyun also saw Boss Chen and Xu Tong, and flew in front of the two to ask about the specific situation.

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"The owner of the door is fine......"

After listening to Boss Chen's brief explanation, Murong Qingyun asked a little anxiously, but then realized that he had asked a stupid question, and immediately changed his tone and asked-

“...... Anyway, where is Yun Zhi of the Rakshasa Sect?"

"It's been captured, and now it's moved to a place that Xiao Qingmad can't touch......

After Boss Chen finished speaking, Murong Qingyun didn't respond again, looked at the black and red on the roof, and stroked the "silver-white wings" in his arms, and a wisp of worry arose......

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Under the bright moon, between Murong Yuan and Xiao Qingfang, the two internal forces of black and red were intertwined, sometimes like waves surging, sometimes like stars and rocks colliding, and the moves of the two were extremely fast, leaving several afterimages out of thin air......

The pitch-black long sword in Murong Yuan's hand drew a sword light, and when Xiao Qingfang resisted, a sword entered the forest like a flying fly, and with the power of shadow, it pierced the vital part of Xiao Qingfang's left chest and heart......

Between the lightning and flint, the corners of Xiao Qingmad's mouth seemed to rise slightly, Murong Yuan's sword did not pass through his chest as expected, Xiao Qingfang's left hand turned into a claw, blocking the tip of the sword, the long sword carrying the shadow energy was instantly surrounded by several scarlet internal forces like silk, and the long sword was as if it was fixed in the air for a while......

Xiao Qingfang didn't give Murong Yuan a chance to react, the scarlet internal force in his right hand quickly gathered, and there was a crimson Rakshasa demon dozens of zhang tall behind him, and he wanted to hit out his right palm with Xiao Qingfang......

"Bad ......"

Boss Chen, who was watching the battle downstairs at Mochizuki, secretly said in his heart, as the second-in-command of the Shadow Sect, he naturally also had some understanding of the unique techniques of the old opponent Rakshasa Sect, and Xiao Qingmad's palm was the most lethal move of the Rakshasa Sect- Rakshasa palm, itself is a fierce move, after a palm strikes, there are several internal forces secretly exert force, although it is a palm, but it is like a drizzle in the air as continuous, the most deadly thing is that if you are hit by this palm, the rest of the internal strength will go straight into the enemy's body, impacting the enemy's internal organs, and like Xiao Qingmad, a palm actually brings out the incarnation of the legendary Rakshasa demon, but it is unknown to Boss Chen......

Xiao Qingfang briefly accumulated, he saw a flash of jealousy in Murong Yuan's cold and ruthless eyes, Xiao Qingfang couldn't help laughing wildly, and struck out with a palm, and the huge Rakshasa demon behind him also attacked with him, the two were exactly the same movements, and Murong Yuan in front of him deeply felt the threat of this move.

Murong Yuan's shadow energy quickly gathered in his left palm, and he struck out with one palm to fight Xiao Qingmad......

With an earth-shattering bang, Murong Yuan was directly repulsed, his feet left two deep scratches on the roof of the Moon Tower, and the black brocade clothes on his left arm were shattered, revealing Murong Yuan's arms with just the right muscular lines......

Murong Qingyun downstairs was startled, raised his long sword and wanted to attack Xiao Qingfang, but was stopped by Boss Chen and Xu Tong, Murong Qingyun turned his head and looked at the two with an extremely cold expression, Xu Tong was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back, but Boss Chen said lightly-

"The owner hasn't lost ...... yet"

On the top of the Moon Tower, Murong Yuan was knocked back to the edge of the eaves, the whole person stood still as if he was frozen, Xiao Qing stood arrogantly in the center, and on his left palm was the upside-down Tengyun Sword suspended in the air, at this time, the dark energy on the Tengyun Sword had all dissipated, and the long sword revealed a silvery-white luster again under the illumination of the moonlight......

Xiao Qing was unhurried, his eyes were full of banter, he knew that Murong Yuan was dissolving the internal strength of his Rakshasa palm, but he was not in a hurry to attack, this was his game, if it ended too early, wouldn't it be too boring?

"Murong Sect's main swordsmanship is good, but the internal force seems to be ...... It's only as good as when I was a child......"

Murong Yuan's internal strength is not as strong as Xiao Qingma's, but it is not as exaggerated as Xiao Qingma's words, this is just Xiao Qingma's rhetoric that wants to laugh at the other party.

Murong Yuan sneered when he heard this, the whole person was not as stiff as before, Xiao Qingfang was secretly shocked in his heart, the internal strength of his Rakshasa palm was extremely difficult to dissolve, the first monk in Shaolin was slapped by himself, and he was stunned for three months before he could barely resolve all his internal strength, this Murong Yuan ...... What an interesting opponent......

"Murong Sect Master still has the will to fight, then this Tengyun Sword will be lent to Murong Sect Master for another use......"

Xiao Qingfang said in an extremely relaxed tone, and at the same time, the palm of his left hand changed slightly, and the Tengyun Sword hanging in the air went straight into the roof of the side of Murong Yuan of the Moon Tower......

Murong Yuan is an arrogant person, he coldly glanced at the person and the sword in front of him, Murong Yuan's eyes were slightly closed, he slowly raised his hands, and there was a dark internal force constantly emerging from his body, his hands were clasped in front of him, his right hand was on top, his left hand was on the bottom, between his hands, a dark internal force composed of an unknown sphere slowly expanded, and when it expanded to a certain extent, Murong Yuan's eyes opened, and he shouted-

"Longsword, come!"

With this shout, the dark spherical internal force burst, like a dark whirlpool, with Murong Yuan as the center, spreading to the surrounding space of more than ten zhang, and swimming around Murong Yuan like a living being......

Murong Qingyun, who was a disciple of his closed sect, was the first to understand the intention of the sect master, and immediately threw the long sword that had been unsheathed in his hand towards Murong Yuan, the long sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the moment it came into contact with the vortex formed by Murong Yuan's shadow energy, it instantly became pitch black, and then followed this shadow vortex and flew beside Murong Yuan......

Seeing this magical-like scene, Boss Chen, Xu Tong and other Shadow Sect disciples also threw long swords at Murong Yuan after they lost their minds for a short time, and in just a moment, hundreds of pitch-black long swords surrounded Murong Yuan in a vortex shape, and among the countless sword shadows, Murong Yuan slowly stretched out his right hand, and a pitch-black long sword was suspended above his right hand out of thin air......

Murong Yuan held the long sword in his right hand, and hundreds of flying swords attacked Xiao Qingfang from all directions as if he had received an order......

Hundreds of flying swords are unstoppable, one palm flies away, and another strikes, after the flying sword is knocked away for several meters, it will rejoin the attack, as if it has no effect, when Xiao Qing is tired of parrying, in the dense sword shadow, a figure holding a sword kills, Xiao Qing narrowly avoided Murong Yuan's fatal blow, and after flying a flying sword, he stepped on the spot, dodging dozens of flying swords and attacking himself from different directions at the same time......

Murong Yuan was waiting for this moment, the dark energy on his body soared, and hundreds of flying swords attacked Xiao Qingmad in mid-air at an unprecedented speed, Xiao Qingmad was also startled, as if he jumped out of his mouth word by word, he shouted-

"Protector Rakshasas!"

The scarlet internal force surrounded Xiao Qingmad, and a Rakshasa demon transformed by the internal force instantly appeared like a substance, and Xiao Qingmad was in the middle of this Rakshasa demon......

Hundreds of flying swords slashed, pulled, slashed, and stabbed, but none of them could break through the body of this Rakshasa demon, and naturally they couldn't hurt Xiao Qingmad in his body......

Xiao Qingfang landed perfectly in the courtyard of the Moon Tower from the air, raised his head and looked at Murong Yuan on the top of the building like a mockery, and behind him was a crimson rakshasa demon that existed like a substance......

Murong Yuan naturally also saw Xiao Qingmad, his right hand let go of the long sword, and the long sword was immediately suspended a few feet away from Murong Yuan, the dark shadow energy on Murong Yuan's body only increased, and the hundreds of flying swords that were originally chasing in mid-air also turned around and returned in an instant, like a part, fused with the long sword suspended beside Murong Yuan, the dark internal force was great, and hundreds of flying swords formed a huge and incomparably large long sword, and the long sword continued to emit dark internal force, which was exactly the same as Murong Yuan at this moment.

"Xiao Qingmad, if you can block this move, then you win!"