The battle between Mu Yuncheng and Shangquan Yilong in Qingfeng Town had reached a white-hot stage at this time, and Shangquan Yilong also untied the swastika mark on his forehead, tore off the robe on his body, and revealed the male body hidden under the clothes. Except for the Dongying people, no one present thought that this old man, who seemed to be dying, could have such a strong physique.

The Emperor Three Sun and Moon also broke the seal, and a raging black flame rose from the blade of the sword, as if it was infected by the ghost energy of the underworld, and the breath of death spread with the wind in all directions.

And Mu Yuncheng also summoned the Tianxiao Six Swords almost at the same time, he no longer cared if his true identity was exposed, once the sword was unsheathed, there was no reason to take it back.

"Death is a sword. The sword light slashed out by the three sun and moon was the size of a ship, dragging the scorching black fire, and the ghost cried and slashed towards Mu Yuncheng.

Looking at Mu Yuncheng with his fingers forward, the six swords of Tianxiao instantly hovered in the air, and the tips of the six swords collided, like an umbrella cover. The black fire sword light collided with the umbrella shield formed by the six swords, and the starfire splashed and shot backwards. And the six swords of Tianxiao also collapsed at the touch of a button, and they all flew back behind Mu Yuncheng.

"There are a few artifacts. "Shangquan Yilong only thought that Mu Yuncheng's Tianxiao Six Swords were artifacts, but he didn't know that the Mu family's mastery was to use the gasification sword. Although Mu Yuncheng's Tianxiao Six Swords are not as good as Mu Bufan's Tianxiao Six Swords, the essence is already there, and the charm is complete, whether offensive or defensive, it is flawless.

After continuous fighting, Shangquan Yilong already knew that sword qi was Mu Yuncheng's strength, and if he wanted to defeat him in sword qi, I am afraid he couldn't. Simply cast eight flying mysteries to fight him in close quarters to see if his sword moves are equally profound.

"Kamikaze serial sword. At this moment, Shangquan Yilong held the emperor for three days and the moon with both hands, and his hair was flying, and the next moment it turned into countless sword lights, slashing around Mu Yuncheng.

And Mu Yuncheng saw that he was going to fight with him in close quarters, so he also used the Flowing Cloud Waterfall Sword, and for a while, he saw countless sword lights in the air fiercely clashing, Qingfeng Village, which was already a ruined wall, under the sword qi flying vertically and horizontally, even the bricks and tiles and civil engineering were wiped out in an instant.

Seeing that the two of them had been fighting fiercely all day, Sarutoki Juro couldn't help but worry about the teacher's body. Shangquan Yilong is now eighty-two years old, but seeing that this man in the iron mask is only twenty or thirty years old, the teacher has already had the upper hand in terms of physical strength, if he continues to fight like this, I am afraid that the teacher will have accidents. Thinking of this, his gaze quietly glanced at Emperor Jing, who was cheering on the side.

After another fierce fight, the sword shadow was divided, and the two of them fell back to both sides, looking like they had been traumatized by different sizes, but in terms of strength, Mu Yuncheng's side seemed to be a little more calm and relaxed.

"Fish and dragons are ever-changing, and the wind and rain are flying. ”

This is the fastest style in Longyou's swordsmanship, and it is also the one with the most changes in sword moves, since this Dongying Sword Saint wants to learn his own sword moves, then he has to let him see what the real swordsmanship is.

The two of them fought fiercely, and Shangquan Yilong didn't expect that Mu Yuncheng's sword move this time was faster and more ferocious than just now. The blade of the sword is divided, like a sunshine golden scale, and it is impossible to distinguish the virtual and real of the sword move.

"Aurora Blade, Iho. ”

Legend has it that the fastest move in Toei Kendo is at the moment when the sword is drawn, and this kind of drawing slash is also known as the Iai slash. Shangquan Yilong, as a Dongying Sword Saint, has cultivated to the peak, and the Aurora Blade means that the speed of this sword is comparable to the speed of light.

The Emperor Three Riyue slashed a perfect arc in mid-air, forcing Mu Yuncheng back, and at the same time defusing his continuous attacks.

"Six swords in the sky, a unique sword style. But Mu Yuncheng didn't seem to want to give Shangquan Yilong a chance to breathe at all, so he saw that the moment he landed, he pushed forward with one palm, and the sound of the sword resounded through the four fields, and the shadow of the Tiangang sword merged into one, and suddenly shook out, breaking through the mountains.

Seeing that this move was domineering and ferocious, Shangquan Yilong implied a breath of true anger, and held the emperor with both hands and stabbed forward with all his might.

"Black Dragon Flame Hell Burst!" a black dragon wrapped in the hellish fire roared out, striking with a sword-like Tiangang sword shadow, at first it was just a little light, and then it spread to the entire field of vision at a speed that was already visible to the naked eye, even more scorching than daylight. Everyone closed their eyes, and then a deafening explosion sounded. The air wave also hit with the sound of the explosion, and the onlookers were like a few fallen leaves in the autumn wind, fluttering and falling backwards.

Emperor Jing struggled to get up from the dirt pit, his head and face covered with mud, and he choked on coughing as soon as he tried to breathe.

The world in front of me seemed to have changed, and there were no more ruins of Qingfeng Town as far as the eye could see, replaced by a huge round pit. And Mu Yuncheng and Shangquan Yilong stood at both ends of the pit, motionless.

Mu Yuncheng's mask had flown to nowhere, and the clothes on his body were also torn, and the bloodstains inside could be faintly seen.

And Shangquan Yilong's eyes were closed, and two blood marks flowed out of the corners of his eyes, which should have been injured by Fang Cai's sword qi.

"Who the hell are you?" Kamizumi's breathing gradually stabilized, and the swastika mark on his forehead gradually faded, which also showed that this victory or defeat was decided.

"I am the Mu Yuncheng you are looking for. He said this calmly, but it caused a cry of surprise from the people of Dongying. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him was the Great Wilderness Sword Saint Mu Yuncheng.

"Sure enough, ......" Kamizumi Yilong nodded, and said in the dynastic language that he was not fluent in, "Young hero, worthy of his name, I lost this game." He debuted at the age of twelve, and he has not tasted defeat in seventy years, and now he is defeated under Mu Yuncheng's sword, which can be regarded as convincing.

"This Dongying person is good at forging swords, but he advocates swordsmanship. Obviously he uses a knife, and he has crossed the ocean to compete with us for the name of the Sword Saint, he is really not ashamed, and he deserves to be in the evening. Di Jing folded his arms and took a sip towards Shangquan Yilong, and then applauded Mu Yuncheng again, his thoughts and attitudes changed so quickly that the people around him couldn't figure it out.

"The sword is sharp and light, not as heavy and strong as our broadsword, so it is not unreasonable to call it swordsmanship. Di Jing looked back at him, only to see that he was sitting upright on a boulder, quietly wiping the dust on the piano.

He was about to refute, but suddenly someone covered his mouth and nose from behind, and a cold light suddenly crossed his neck, which frightened his heart.

"Mu Yuncheng, look who's in my hands!" It turned out to be Sarutoki Juro who suddenly hijacked Emperor Jing.

Mu Yuncheng glanced over with his peripheral vision, not moving, not saying a word.

"Mu Yuncheng, if you want him to live, cut off his right arm and go back to Dongying with us. He pinched the hand on the back of Di Jing's neck and slowly strengthened it, and Di Jing screamed loudly in pain.

"Mu Yuncheng, save me, this damn Dongying dog is going to kill me, I'm in so much pain, you save me." ”

"Kijuro, what are you doing! Your skills are not as good as others, if you lose, you will lose, go back to Dongying and practice your skills well, and you will have a chance to come here again to challenge him." Before Mu Yuncheng could speak, it was Sarutobi Juro's teacher Kamizumi Yilong who spoke.

"Teacher, the purpose of our trip to sea this time is for Mu Yuncheng, and now that he is in front of us, since you can't kill him, then let me abolish him for you!" At this moment, Sarutoki Juro's eyes were bloody, almost crazy, and saliva full of killing ** was already flowing from the corners of his open mouth, and the Qinghui Pill in his hand had also gently cut through the delicate skin on Di Jing's neck.

"Zheng~!" A piano sound stirred, and a blood-stained steel needle suddenly appeared on Sarutobi Juro's forehead, his eyes widened, and he looked ahead in a daze, and then fell down, churning up a puff of dust.

Seeing that the ape flying wood Shiro was dead, all the Dongying warriors thought that Mu Yuncheng was going to kill them all, so they all hugged their heads and ran away. In just an instant, there were only four people left in this huge Qingfeng Town, including Mu Yuncheng and others.

Di Jing rubbed his neck, turned his head to look at the piano master, and saw that he was still wiping the body of the piano by himself, as if nothing had happened.

Fang Shangquan Yilong's words made Mu Yuncheng feel that this old man was not heinous, but different races, each with its own master.

"Qingfeng Town, you killed so many outstanding soldiers of my dynasty, I should have put you on the spot to correct the law to avenge my blood. But remembering that you are old, and that you were blinded in the battle just now, lead your men back to Dongying, and stop trying to get into my great wilderness territory again. If one day you receive a good disciple and teach him your life's learning, let him challenge me. ”

He said that he and Dijing and the others turned around and left, leaving Shangquan Yilong alone to stand in place. A cold wind suddenly rose, and the emperor Sanriyue, who he had never left in his hand, also fell out of his hand.

The remnant sun in the distance is like blood, reflecting the aged figure of Shangquan Yilong, in this piece of rubble, alone and sad.