The sword tiger flew forward, as if he had been hungry for a few days, and now he wanted to swallow the other party with people and horses, so shocked that the Duanfa monk hurriedly shouted: "Be careful, don't destroy the monuments of my temple." ”

"Ha, don't worry, master, we are all measured. Mu Zixuan lightly stepped off the saddle, and his body flew out flat, and the sword tiger jumped over the back of the white horse with a vertical leap, blocking in front of Mu Zixuan.

Although Ying Feiyang has not killed anyone so far, he has walked with He Guqiu, the embryo killer, for a month, and personally received the heaviest swordsmanship in the world - "Killing God Sword Chapter". 、

Although it was just a cat and a tiger, it was combined with the White Tiger Sword Formation, which was also punished by the main punishment of the criminal soldiers, and it had the effect that one plus one was greater than two, and the black murderous aura that condensed into substance lingered on the blade of Sen Bai's dazzling eyes, giving the white tiger stripes black stripes. Tooth bite, claw strike, forehead, tail sweep, it seems to be the instinctive fighting of the beast, but in the eyes of the Shangqing faction and the masters of the White Horse Temple, they feel that under the rough movements, it is a secret method, and there is a basis for advancing and retreating, which is tantamount to a master practicing moves.

The white tiger is more ferocious than Fang Cai Suzaku, and Mu Zixuan also had to dodge it, but he retreated step by step, and then he retreated step by step, and he couldn't spare the strength to fight back. Unconsciously, he had retreated to the side of the copper tripod where the incense was burned.

The Buddha incense in the ding is about to burn out, and the light red fire point is blown by the strong wind.

At this time, he saw Mu Zixuan's eyes light up, stopped retreating, and said, "It turned out to be the White Tiger Formation Sword of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, no wonder it looks familiar." ”

There is a set of "White Tiger Formation Sword" in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, which is the basis of the "Sixiang Divine Sword" in the six major sword techniques, and Ying Feiyang naturally has a deep study of this swordsmanship. This sword technique was realized by the predecessors of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect from the action of tiger fighting, with the white tiger as the appearance, and the fierce sword intent of killing was also consistent with the formation at this time. Right now, the swordsmanship learned from the tiger was used by the white tiger made of this sword, and it was almost perfect, so it was no wonder that Mu Zixuan was forced to retreat step by step. But-

"Now that you recognize it, the swordsmanship of the Lingxiao Sword Sect-"

While speaking, Mu Zixuan turned defense into offense, turning his hands into fists, starting left and right, every punch was full of strength, and he happened to restrain the attack of the white tiger, he was a good man who fought the tiger, and beat the white tiger backwards.

"--It's useless to me!" Under the white tiger's serial attack, the flaw had already appeared, Mu Zixuan jumped up violently, and his erected elbow smashed into the white tiger's forehead with the empty door wide open like a hammer.

"The hero sees the same thing, I think so too!" Ying Feiyang chuckled, and Mu Zixuan was immediately on guard, but taking a step too quickly had already made his fist uncontrollable.

Before the fist came to the end, the white tiger had already scattered on its own as if he had prepared, letting his punch knock down the empty space, and the scattered sword blades were divided into several strands and rushed straight to the sky, and then covered the top and pressed down, and then formed the shape of a starry sky, Mu Zixuan was actually trapped in the battle.

From the time when he used the White Tiger Formation Sword, Ying Feiyang was gambling, although he had never seen Mu Zixuan make a sword, but he instinctively believed in his heart that as the apprentice of the sword crown, this senior brother's swordsmanship cultivation must not be low, he could find the White Tiger Formation Sword, Mu Zixuan would definitely be able to find it, and if a set of sword techniques were known by both parties, then this breaking method was not a breaking method, but-

"Trap?"

Mu Zixuan had previously exposed flaws and escaped from the shackles of the sword array, and now he stepped into the cage by himself in response to the flaws left by Feiyang, and he only felt angry and funny in his heart, but the sword rain that flowed all over the sky gave him no chance to breathe, and he once again resorted to "Zichen Zhou Tianbu".

Ying Fei is unforgiving, how can he allow Mu Zixuan to delay, and the sword seals in his hands are constantly changing, which is dazzling, saying that he is leading the Star Sword Formation, it is better to say that he is using twenty-eight swords together.

The sword qi was like a tide of continuous waves, and Mu Zixuan was suddenly overstretched, but time was waiting for no one, and a piece of residual ash fell from the top of the Buddha's incense, and the incense was about to burn out.

Ying Feiyang immediately made a desperate bet and shouted: "Use all your spare strength, the last blow!"

The disciples of the Shangqing faction urged the true qi at the same time, and the sword array changed again, and the long sword of Sen Ran transformed into a twenty-eight star beast under the lingering of the true qi...... Star beasts were either in groups of three or three, or in groups of two or two, attacking from all directions, and they were overwhelming.

Knowing that he could no longer keep it, Mu Zixuan's true yuan was violently raised, and Emperor Ziwei reappeared, and a tall and burly imperial virtual image expanded from his body, enveloping him like solid armor.

The Emperor Void Statue was stuck to the purple qi as if it were sticking to it, and the beasts that swooped down gradually slowed down as if they were deep in the mud, and finally froze in the air, only bursting with ripples of purple qi.

Mu Zixuan's face was already pale, and the sweat was constantly dripping down his face, but he shouted loudly, and then mentioned Zhenyuan! Emperor Ziwei's arms shook, and Emperor Xiang burst open, and a burst of explosive air spread out from the center with majestic force, and the ground that had been ravaged was instantly scraped off another layer, and the wild sand was wrapped and blasted around.

The twenty-eight star beasts were blown away by the energy in the blink of an eye, and the long sword also let out a tremor and trembling sound, and scattered in all directions with a whirl.

The disciples of the Shangqing Sect were exhausted, and they couldn't turn around for a while at this time, and Mu Zixuan's steps were even more vain, and his body was soaked in sweat as if he had just been salvaged from the pond. He stumbled back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, Ying Feiyang stood up, if the dragon roared in the sky, he turned over his hand and copied the Xingji Sword that was shaken away, and said at the same time: "This move is counted as a return gift." ”

The sword is swinging in all directions, and the wind and clouds are roaring, which is "I don't know how the wind and clouds will change in an instant". Ying Feiyang's sword was the same, and the arrow shot out, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Mu Zixuan's chest. Seeing that the sword move that had been passed down to him was being used against him, Mu Zixuan could already feel the malice behind this sword move. And the terrifying murderous aura on the sword shocked his heart involuntarily, Mu Zixuan immediately scraped the last trace of residual strength in the dantian, put his hands together, and came to the white blade empty-handed, relying on his familiarity with the sword moves, Mu Zixuan accurately clamped the sword blade.

But although the blade of the sword was clamped, his body was retreated by the sword belt, and he allowed his feet to plow two deep grooves on the ground, but he still couldn't stop retreating, "Bang!" With a bang, Mu Zixuan slammed into the Buddha Ding with incense behind him, and his internal organs were displaced, and his hands that were almost out of strength could no longer block Ying Feiyang's sword.

The murderous aura inherited from He Guqiu was like a needle in his chest, which made his hairs stand on end, and he felt like he was shrouded in death.

The thought of death came to his mind, and suddenly, the wind and clouds were gone, and the murderous spirit was exhausted, but when he saw Ying Feiyang, he suddenly drew his sword and returned to the sheath neatly, and said with a little annoyance: "Brother Mu's skills are superior, you won this battle." ”

At the last moment when the sword blade approached the body, the Buddha incense had been completely burned out, and Mu Zixuan had no strength to fight back, but he also won the game, but he never thought that he was forced to be so embarrassed, Mu Zixuan smiled bitterly: "You don't lose either."

"If you fail to hurt you before the Buddha incense burns out, you will lose, what does it count!" Ying Feiyang said to Li Hanguang with unwillingness: "Daochang Li, I boasted about Haikou, but I still lost this battle, I am willing to be punished by you!"

"Senior Brother Ying, why do you have to do this, just do your best!" Li Hanguang patted Ying Feiyang's shoulder and said indifferently.

Master Kuming and other masters also showed praise on their faces, the two people who competed were all young people, Mu Zixuan's cultivation was already first-class in the world, and he was the master of Kuming with the deepest foundation, he might not dare to say that he could defeat him, and it was rare to fly, although his ability was not as good as Lu Zhixuan, but with his innate comprehension of the sword, he actually exerted the power of the sword array to twelve percent, which was even stronger than Lu Zhixuan. Not to mention the excellent combat skills and flexible strategies of the two, all of which are whimsical and refreshing, and for a while, these long-established masters actually rose at the same time the feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves.

Mu Zixuan breathed for a moment, and his face returned to his previous chic and calm, and said, "Since I have won two battles by luck, I also ask the master and the Taoist masters to find a secluded place to talk to me as they said before." ”

Several people responded, and even with Ying Feiyang, they were led by Mu Zixuan to a far and remote place, Li Hanguang pinched the trick after making sure that there was no one around, and put a silent enchantment, and then Mu Zixuan said: "Daochang Li, Sima Zhenren sat down and ascended to heaven, His Majesty the Emperor already knew about it, and the holy decree was about to be descended, and I hope you will mourn." ”

Li Hanguang mourned on his face and sighed: "Thank you for informing, please convey to Your Majesty, the Shangqing faction is grateful to Your Majesty for maintaining kindness!"

Master Kuming and Monk Duanfa were all surprised, Master Kuming said: "I met with a real person yesterday, he is still in good spirits, why did he sit down and ascend to heaven today?"

Li Hanguang glanced at Master Kuming, sighed and said: "Even though the holy decree has been handed down, I can rest assured to tell the master, and please don't blame the master for my concealment, Senior Brother Zhang, you know more about this matter than I do, so please explain it to them." ”

Zhang Shouzhi shook out the killing of Sima Chengzhen according to his words, and when he heard the truth, the Duanfa monk stared at the copper bell, looking incredulous, and Master Kuming also sang a Buddha horn, saying: "The world is impermanent, it is difficult to measure, Sima Zhenren's generation of immortals, but also suffered this catastrophe, it is really unreasonable." ”

Monk Duanfa relieved himself, and then sneered: "Uncle Shi, no wonder they insist on asking us back, it seems that they are suspicious of us, but we and other Buddhist cultivators are merciful and can't do anything that hurts people's lives." ”

Du Ruyu, who was silent on the side, glanced up at Duanfa out of the corner of his eyes, and said meaningfully: "Not necessarily!"

Duanfa immediately blushed and said, "What do you mean!" The two sides were about to quarrel again.

"Alright, alright. Mu Zixuan said in a round game: "Daoist Du, they are not suspicious of the masters, but the masters were in Shangqingguan at the time, and they can always provide some clues to help us find the real culprit, and also to prove the innocence of the master. ”

Mu Zixuan and Li Hanguang said good things for a while, and Duanfa calmed down, but he still muttered: "Say that you will stay for a few days, if you can't find the murderer, do we still have to live in the Taoist temple all the time?"

Mu Zixuan smiled lightly, and said categorically: "Master rest assured, it won't be delayed for too long, within seven days, the real murderer will be subdued!"

Confidently, with a loud voice, but with an inexplicable convincing, the faces of the people present changed in unison, and they looked at each other a few times, but I don't know, which of these people is making waves in their hearts at this time?

ps: I couldn't stop it as soon as I wrote the play, and I slowed down the rhythm again, and sure enough, if I didn't save the manuscript, it was easy to mess up the rhythm. Also, thanks to gegeferrere for the tip. And I love the same blue as the sky, old friend, so I'm not polite to you.