Mu Yu slowly held his sword, he had never used a sword in the previous five competitions, and he didn't need it, because those people were too careless, and he didn't need to draw his sword at all. He thought of the deacon, remembered the tragic fate of the gray disciple, and he wanted to do something.

"Boy, I'm going to humiliate you!" Xiaohu didn't let his guard down because the other party was the breath of the Qi cultivation period, he unabashedly released his cultivation in the foundation building period, wanting to make Mu Yu feel palpitations and even despair with his spiritual power fluctuations.

Xiaohu's Cangsong Sword slashed directly at Mu Yu with a strong aura, a vicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he didn't want to deal with Mu Yu so easily, he wanted to injure Mu Yu first, and then trample him under his feet, so that he knew the real gap between the gray disciple and the genius!

Mu Yu's body galloped, and the dusty footwork made him disappear in place almost all at once, the swords of the two were intertwined in the air, and with a sonorous sound, a spiritual power swung out with the sword as the center, and the two of them retreated.

"Aren't you in the Qi cultivation period?" Xiaohu looked at Mu Yu's rising breath in shock, and the shock in his heart was incomprehensible! He thought that the sword he was going to hit was blocked by the other party, and he was still repulsed, how could this be possible?

"What? This dust-falling kid isn't in the Qi training period?"

"Did he use some kind of demonic art, why did he suddenly change from the Qi training period to the foundation building period?"

"His cultivation seems to be higher than Xiaohu, and he must have used crooked ways. ”

"Don't worry! Xiaohu has the Cangsong Sword, and the Cangsong Sword is famous for its heroic righteousness, how can the crooked evil way be Xiaohu's opponent!"

Everyone in the audience was surprised by the sudden surge in Mu Yu's breath, and unanimously believed that Mu Yu was using crooked ways to forcibly improve his cultivation, and only in this way could it be explained.

"I really underestimate you, I don't know how long you can last with this method to improve your cultivation? This sword of mine has even been defeated by the people who built the Five Heavens!"

Xiaohu sneered, and a simple aura spread from his sword, and his whole person's momentum was no less than Mu Yu. This sword is cast by the people of Qingsong Dao with high-quality materials, it is very spiritual, condensed and heavy, with the simplicity and vastness of the old pine tree, the sword qi and its own spiritual power are integrated, with the spiritual power as the source, the sword qi as the guide, the surrounding spiritual energy, and turn it into its own use.

"The pine chases the wind. ”

The Cangsong Sword trembled lightly, and the fingers and shadows in Xiaohu's hands were staggered, pulling the sword qi, forming a sword shape above it, revealing a trace of vicissitudes, like a vast ancient pine illusion, with endless tension, towards Mu Yu.

The blue light exploded, and the flying sword in Mu Yu's hand was divided into two, each of which evolved into nine styles of falling dust, layers of waves, and invisible fluctuations were mediated by the shadow of the sword, like the source of the spark, rising with the wind, rolling up the peaceful sword qi of the Dao, moving in stillness, restrained and unassuming.

The two sword qi collided violently, crushing the fallen leaves flying in the air, turning them into dust and floating down. Mu Yu had already stepped forward, the shadow sword in his hand flashed as lightly as flowing water, and the sword was swallowed, and he stepped forward, pointing the sword at his body.

The sword aura was shining, and the figures of the two were intertwined, and for a moment they couldn't recognize who was who. The more Xiaohu fought, the more frightened he became, outsiders saw that his sword was majestic and had the upper hand, only he knew that Mu Yu's swordsmanship was extremely dexterous, free and easy, as if he was fighting with two Mu Yu, he was just tired of coping.

"Haoran Righteousness"

The body of the little tiger sword shook out a spiritual power, temporarily repelling Mu Yu, the Cangsong sword rotated in front, and a mighty righteousness swept away from the sword body, as if Confucianism was in the world, the righteousness lasted forever, and the panic was unbearable, and a majestic aura shrouded down, forcing towards Mu Yu.

"This is the Haoran righteousness of the Qingsong faction, it is said that it was created by the Qingsong Dao people in Confucianism, with the help of Confucianism's Haoran righteousness, its power cannot be underestimated!"

"I'm afraid this dusty kid is going to be finished, right?"

Mu Yu stared at the aura, the Split Shadow Sword had already turned into four, and it surged up quickly, rushing towards it, and the righteous qi collided, and a loud roar attracted everyone's attention. For a while, there was smoke and dust in the ring, and shards were everywhere.

Mu Yu retreated to the edge of the ring, and he fell out of the ring just one line away. The power caused by the combination of the Cangsong Sword and the Haoran Righteous Qi Technique was really huge, so he could barely take it, he forcibly swallowed the blood in his throat with the impact in his body, and there was only one Shadow Splitting Sword left in his hand.

Xiaohu stood in place panting, that style was not his own strength, but with the help of the Cangsong Sword Index, the aura of heaven and earth was used for it, and the consumption of his spiritual power was extremely huge. When he saw that Mu Yu was still standing in the ring, his face fell.

"Master said, dealing with the world with courtesy, treating people with faith, is the way of Confucianism, you are arrogant, no one in your eyes, and you harm others for no reason, how can you be heroic and righteous?"

Mu Yu looked at Xiaohu, Haoran was upright, and his heart was upright. Xiaohu is pretentious, regards the life of the gray disciple as a mustard, and even persecutes the deacon Xun to death, he is not upright and unstable, he can't resonate with Haoran's righteous qi, he has nothing to do, and he can't get the essence of this swordsmanship.

"The crossbow of the strong bow, why talk about the heart, talent and cultivation are the most important!" Xiaohu raised the Cangsong Sword in his hand, a pine shadow loomed behind him, and the spiritual power of his whole body began to mobilize, gathering towards the Cangsong Sword, and the surrounding spiritual energy became restless again.

"Falling dust swordsmanship, one sword into nine styles, falling dust steps, one step into nine shadows. The heart is right, the body is right, then there are nine shadows and nine styles. ”

Mu Yu silently recited what his master had told him, he never understood what was right in the heart, what was right in the body, and he didn't understand what the Nine Shadows and Nine Styles were. Master used to smile and say nothing, and let him figure it out in his life. Now, Xiaohu uses the sword of righteousness with an unrighteous heart, and his power is inexhaustible, and he suddenly understands that the so-called positive heart is the attitude towards one thing, and the body is righteous is to act worthy of his own heart. Dusty footwork is not only about the body, but also about the mind. There are no regrets in the mind, the body is stable, and the shadow is divided.

The Shadow Sword turned into two and began to evolve, but Mu Yu stepped on the dusty steps, his body flickered, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, two Mu Yu suddenly appeared in the ring, each of which held a Shadow Sword, its shape was indescribable, like a phantom, but it was extremely real. The essence of the dusty footwork is the separation of the body and the shadow, and the sword style is given to the figure, each holding one of them.

Feng Haochen looked at Mu Yu, his eyes showed appreciation, and he nodded slightly. Whether it is swordsmanship, mental method, or pace, you need to understand it yourself. He taught his disciples only form, and the mind needed to guide them to explore for themselves. Mu Yu is already proficient in the use of dusty swordsmanship and dusty steps, but he lacks experience and cannot combine the two.

Cheng Yan was also extremely surprised, he smiled: "Mu Yu realized this so quickly, it is indeed suitable for cultivation, now he can only achieve two shadows and two forms, I wonder if he will quickly reach the nine shadows and nine styles?"

Feng Haochen said gently: "This depends on his comprehension! The way of falling dust has nothing to do with cultivation, only comprehension. Xiang Nan and Lan Ling'er have only been able to divide two swords so far, while he has been able to divide four, and he may soon catch up with you. ”

Chengyan nodded: "I also want to know the power of the Nine Shadows and Nine Styles!"

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Xiaohu didn't know why two Mu Feathers suddenly appeared in the field, and the others were also shocked, they had never seen one person who could divide two before, what kind of strange magic was this, or what kind of crooked evil way? No one dared to make a conclusion for a while, because those two Mu Feathers did not have any weakening reasons, but became stronger and stronger, and their breath became more and more stable.

"Pretend to be a ghost and die!"

Xiaohu shouted, and the ancient pine phantom behind him shook suddenly, turned into a little broken shadow, and merged into the Cangsong Sword, and for a while, the momentum of the Cangsong Sword was shocked, and the people around him were forced to retreat. The Cangsong Sword seemed to have become the focus of the world, and all the spiritual power converged towards the Cangsong Sword, gradually forming a vast and vast sword qi, constantly accumulating momentum, and finally Xiaohu could no longer maintain this sword qi, he waved it directly, and the righteous and awe-inspiring sword qi swept towards Mu Yu like destroying the world.

"Thunder in the Sky"

The eighth style of the falling dust swordsmanship, the thunder of the sky. The Tao gives birth to all things, and the thunder is the rule.

The spiritual power in the air was agitated, and the spiritual energy seemed to be squeezing each other, and the blue sparks flashed out. The surrounding aura messed up the rules and tore constantly, and then the aura turned into a spiritual cloud and turned into lightning. The breath becomes dull and unbearable. One of Mu Yu's shadows rose up, using sword qi to lead down thunder, and the shadow sword in the other shadow's hand had already flashed and thundered, and Mu Yu was not subject to thunder and lightning, and with a pure thunder spirit to meet Xiaohu's sword qi.

Thunder is in charge of the criminal law, and the unhealthy atmosphere in the world is crossed.

For a while, Xiaohu's Haoran sword qi passed away like ice and snow melting, and that sword qi was dispersed by the raging thunder spirit, taking the sword qi it turned into his own, and then the thunder spirit slashed towards Xiaohu even stronger.

Xiaohu's head was blank for a while, he didn't understand why his Cangsong Sword suddenly got out of his control, why his Haoran Sword Qi disappeared in a blink of an eye, he only saw a sudden thunderbolt under the blue sky slashing towards him, and he didn't even have a chance to dodge.

"The Green Pine faction admits defeat. ”

When Lei Ling was about to split the little tiger, the space around him rippled for a while, and then Lei Ling turned around and blasted towards the ground, shattering the ring, and a deep pit appeared in the ring.

Bai Lang was holding the overwhelmed little tiger in his hand, and fell under the ring, his face was very calm, just looked at Mu Yu thoughtfully, just now he rescued the little tiger, if not, the little tiger is likely to be irreversibly traumatized.

"No, no, I didn't lose! How could I lose to a piece of waste? This can't be—" Xiaohu muttered, his eyes staring blankly at Mu Yu, unable to believe what he saw. He lost? As the pride of the Heaven of the Green Pine Sect, he actually lost? He lost to a gray disciple, and he lost to a disciple of the Falling Dust Sect!

"Shut up. Bai Lang scolded, Xiaohu stopped talking, he buried his head, and endless shame came to his heart. He thought Mu Yu was a waste from the beginning, and he was humiliated in every way, full of waste, and he lost in the hands of a waste!

Mu Yu had already merged into one and slowly landed in the ring. Cangsong Jian lay quietly on the ground, still so simple and dignified. Borrowing external forces to exert its power is not the way to win after all. Xiaohu defeated someone who was higher than him with a Cangsong sword, but the external force was uncontrollable, and his defeat was inevitable.

Everyone looked at all this in disbelief, Mu Yu defeated the little tiger of the Qingsong Sect, the little tiger known as the inheritance of the future Qingsong Sect, and he couldn't beat a disciple of the Falling Dust Sect at the bottom?

Everyone looked at Mu Yu on the stage, and it was difficult to calm down for a while, they still didn't believe the facts in front of them, the disciples of the Falling Dust Sect were really so strong?

"Xiaohu actually lost?"

"The Dust Drifters won?"

Many people shook their heads, thinking it was an illusion, but no matter how they shook it, there was always that teenager standing in the ring, the boy from the bottom sect who made people laugh!

Mu Yu won, Bai Lang intervened in this competition, and no one dared to say anything.

"Senior Brother Bai Lang, in the competition of the foundation building period, according to the rules, the master of the Jindan period is not allowed to interfere, right?" Mu Yu saluted at Bai Lang before questioning.

Everyone was stunned again, Mu Yu, a small disciple of the foundation building period of the Falling Dust Sect, it was a fluke to win at this moment, and he dared to kick his nose in the face?