The sun is setting and the sky is getting dark.

On a small road leading to the foot of Sleepy Dragon Mountain, a horse-drawn carriage was speeding from afar.

The carriage was unremarkable, and came to a slow stop at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, on a strange rock, there was a man sleeping with his legs crossed, and by his side lay a long sword tightly wrapped in white cloth, and a wine gourd tied to his waist that was about to hang on the ground.

"Senior, don't come unharmed. Zhang Zhao got out of the carriage and saluted the man, very politely.

The man didn't open his eyes, and asked Youyou, "Who are you? ”

"In Xia Zhang Zhao, Jiuli Shangzhu people's clan came to relieve the worries of their predecessors. ”

"Zhang Zhao? I've never heard of it. He sat up suddenly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhao pretended to be calm, and said with a slight smile: "You have lived in seclusion in this trapped Dragon Mountain for so many years, and the reason for this is unknown to others, but I know it. ”

The Buddhists do not look away and do not say a word.

"Eleven years ago, you killed seventy-three members of Liu Fengming's family in Yunzhou, which shocked the government and the opposition for a while. Mu Bufan, the old master of Yunzhou, was forced to come forward and privately asked you to gamble on swordsmanship in this trapped dragon mountain. And the bet is that the loser will be lonely for the rest of his life in this desolate sleepy dragon mountain. ”

He was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, Mu Bufan is indeed better than me." However, if you talk about swordsmanship alone, my Tibetan Scripture Ten Kills will definitely not lose to his Tianxiao Six Swords. ”

Zhang Zhao waved his hand when he heard this: "But it was eleven years ago, although Mu Bufan is too old now, but looking at the great wilderness, who dares to compete in swordsmanship? His father Mu Duanchao, grandfather Mu Wuwu, great-grandfather Mu Long, and great-grandfather Mu Tian, which one is not the master of contemporary swordsmanship? Although Jianzun Mu Fengzhen is not as good as his father, I heard that his son Mu Yuncheng already has the strength to catch up with and surpass his grandfather Mu Bufan. ”

"What does this have to do with me?" the Buddhist Taoist asked coldly.

"Don't you want to prove in front of people that the Ten Killings of the Tibetan Scriptures are not inferior to the Six Swords of the Heavenly Sky? Do you want to take your life's peerless old age to die in this trapped Dragon Mountain?"

Seeing that the Buddha and Taoist were silent, Zhang Zhao then said: "Kill Mu Yuncheng, kill Mu Bufan, kill Chu Qingxian, you are the strongest swordsman." The Ten Killings of the Tibetan Scripture is better than the Longyou Sword Technique, and it is better than the Six Swords of the Sky. ”

"Tianxiao Six Swords......" The Buddhist Taoist muttered, and his thoughts seemed to return to that rainy night eleven years ago.

Mu Bufan stood on the opposite stone cliff with his hands in his hands, the six swords hung behind him with a glowing light, and Ao Tianjun had no intention of unsheathing.

And after the initial contact, the Tianxiao Six Swords are indeed a headache swordsmanship. Even Mu Bufan claimed that the swordsmanship he had cultivated was not yet proficient.

Exaggerated!

The people of the Mu family are so self-righteous, don't they know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky?

Today, you must let the myth of your Mujia family be shattered here!

......

The sword moves the heavens and the earth, and the anger is terrifying. When a master makes a move, what he fights is often not only the subtlety of the sword move, but also the deep internal force.

The rain is still falling, and it hasn't stopped since last night.

The Buddhist Taoist knelt on the ground with his sword, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth mixed with the rain penetrated the placket on his chest.

"Although your Tibetan Sutra Ten Killings are domineering, your anger is too heavy, and besides, you have now cultivated them to the limit. If you can't realize the way of benevolence and reduce killing, no matter how good the original swordsmanship is, it will eventually stop here, and it will be difficult to improve. The six swords behind Mu Bufan dispersed, leaving only a wisp of clear light.

The Buddha and Taoist people are unwilling: "In your opinion, your Tianxiao Six Swords can go to the next level?"

"The six swords are my heart, if I can break through myself, what is the reason for the swordsmanship to stay?

His voice pierced his heart like an arrow, and his back was clearly imprinted in his mind, reminding him of that day eleven years ago.

For so many years, he thought that the Great Wilderness had already spurned him, but he didn't expect Mu Bufan to say a word about it.

The ghost sword is still mysterious.

Benevolence and righteousness are indeed extraordinary.

"Where he is, lead me. The Buddhist Taoist took his long sword and jumped off the boulder.

Zhang Zhao smiled with satisfaction: "Kurong Mountain." ”

......

When he was far away, he didn't see Mu Yuncheng's true face, but he felt that this person was somewhat similar to Mu Bufan.

But it wasn't until Fang had just fought with him that the Buddhists recognized that he was not Mu Bufan.

Although the two of them are somewhat alike, they are very different in age, and the moves they use are also very different.

"You're not Mu Bufan. The Buddhist Taoist put away the wine gourd and looked at Mu Yuncheng half-drunk and half-awake.

"Of course I'm not Mu Bufan, Mu Bufan is my grandfather, my name is Mu Yuncheng!" Mu Yuncheng didn't know who he was, he only knew that this person was colluding with the Xinghai Sect, and he must not be a good person.

"Mu Yuncheng, Mu Bufan's grandson?" he seemed to be muttering, and Mu Yuncheng's sword momentum was like a long rainbow, and he came straight to his eyebrows.

The Buddhist Taoist tilted his head slightly, and the sword qi swept away his hair, bringing a wisp of green silk. Looking at the cliff behind him, the hole that was broken was bottomless.

"Senior, a small character like Mu Yuncheng, don't bother you to make a move, let's hand him over to me!" Mo Yiyue was about to step forward when she saw this, but was stopped by Tianxing Gong stretching out his hand: "Your old friend is now different from the past, he has obtained the Yin Yang Xuanmu Sutra, and Jin Hao was killed by him in one move." ”

"Ah!" Mo Yiyue was really surprised and happy when she heard this, so she didn't have to worry about him. But now he sees himself as an enemy, and if he wants to kill himself, I'm afraid it's a matter of effort!

Rao is Mo Yiyue's heart is extremely contradictory and complicated at this moment, but her face is silent. And all this was clearly seen by Baili Yi beside him.

"If Yi Yue really defected to Xinghai, he should have been too ashamed to face Mu Yuncheng at this time. But he behaved so naturally, if he wasn't born shameless, then he must have a righteous heart. Committed to this, it should be something else!" Baili Yi sighed in his heart, although he noticed that Mo Yiyue had different intentions, but he dared to risk his life at a young age and went into the tiger's den alone, and he couldn't help but secretly admire.

Let's see what he wants to do first!

A hundred miles of light fell on Mo Yiyue, and it was inevitable that he sighed deeply because of regret in his heart.

"Jin Hao is also a master?" the Buddhist Taoist disdainful, and with a mention of the wine gourd on his waist, Huangquan Road was instantly unsheathed.

The sword light is like a thunderbolt across the sky, and the narrow sword body has no sword grid and is as smooth as a mirror, and the word Huangquan appears when the sun shines. In addition, only the tip of the sword is a little yellow, sometimes dry and sometimes moist, and changeable.

It's better to see than to hear, the ghost sword Huangquan is indeed mysterious.