However, the madman is not very human, and it cannot be guessed by ordinary people. He was not reconciled. He can't give away "Great Kyushu", which has been guarded for more than 20 years. Therefore, Wei Qimu must die! Although the madman He Mao was not shocked, he was not frightened away. With half his life of studying yin and yang, he believes that he will definitely be able to find the flaws in the combination of swords and swords.

The madman of Kamo dragged the god while swordsmanship was exhausted. After Wei Qimu and Huang Zhen's swords were combined, although they were much more clever than the "Five Elements Sword Technique", they were also much more powerful. But as before, because the madman is too familiar with yin and yang, he can still deal with it calmly. It's just that the Hemo madman has changed from offensive to defensive.

Every time Wei Qimu and Huang Zhen combined to attack, they would turn into a huge Taiji diagram, suppressing the sword momentum of the madman of He Mao and the two gods.

Although Wei Qimu was also murderous and wanted to get rid of future troubles, he and Huang Zhen attacked with more than a dozen moves in a row, cutting off a layer of the surrounding stone walls, but they couldn't hurt He Mao's madman.

Wei Qimu knew that Huang Zhen's internal strength was insufficient, so he didn't feel retreated, and said coldly: "He Mao madman, Wei has no time to entangle with you more, and the grievances between you and me will be known in the future. After finishing speaking, he took advantage of the Taiji diagram to force He Mao's madman back, and swept towards the mouth of the stone step with Huang Zhen.

The madman He Mao burst with green tendons, stalked his neck, and shouted, "Wei Qimu, you don't want to go!"

Wei Qimu was full of confidence at this time, and sneered, "If Wei wants to leave, no one has ever been able to keep it. 」

He Mao's madman was embarrassed and angry, and said angrily: "What an arrogant child, he is really ashamed to speak, he doesn't know the height of the sky, and he doesn't know that there are people outside the world...... You did it yourself...... You brought ...... yourself," he said, as he looked like he had gone mad.

He Mao was a madman who blocked the mouth of the stone steps, his lips moved, as if muttering to himself: "Why are you forcing me, why are you forcing me? It's not time yet! It's just a little bit! It's a pity, it's a pity! It's hateful, it's hateful!"

Suddenly, the madman roared to the sky, beat his chest, and roared, "Why are you forcing me...... Ahh......h

Wei Qimu and Huang Zhen saw the crazy appearance of He Mao's madman, and their hearts were faintly uneasy, but they didn't know what other powerful means he had.

The madman's hair was scattered and fluttering, and his eyes were scarlet, and two blood stains appeared until the bottom of his neck. He looked at the woman on the stone platform in the pool, and his eyes suddenly became misty. There is infinite tenderness in that blur. He opened his mouth, with a warmth in his tone, and said softly: "Senior sister, junior sister, he forced me, he forced me. 」

Then, He Mao Madman sealed his hands again! He stared at Wei Qimu and the others, his eyes were evil and resentful, and his voice suddenly became cold and gloomy, and he said word by word: "Senior sister, come out!"

As the face of the madman He Mao distorted, his face almost crumpled into a ball of dry paper, and another virtual image emerged from behind the madman He Mao—still a human figure. The humanoid image was different from before, it was not made of paper, but a real person. Its skin is as smooth as jade, its shape is graceful, and its eyebrows are full of style, all of which are no different from living people!

The humanoid image was of a young woman in her twenties, dressed in black, with patches of bird feathers tattooed on it. One end of the green silk fell down and hung down to the bottom of the buttocks. He wore a ribbon inlaid with jade and bone around his waist, and held a long sword with cold light out of the sheath in his hand. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were dewy and shiny. There are a few vermilion stars on the center of the eyebrows. The eyebrows are long into the sideburns, and it looks even more heroic.

As soon as this humanoid image came out, the thunder stopped, the wind and rain stopped again, and the sky was full of stars, embedded in a piece of the Milky Way.

The madman said in a low voice, "You are the first to see the old lady-like god, you can look at it. 」

That's what it is...... The god of man!

He Mao's madman is a yin and yang head, not only risking the world's disapproval to privately refine the living, but also successfully refining a human-style god!

Wei Qimu looked closely, and found that the human-like god was quite similar to the woman on the stone platform in the waterhole, except that one had a face as old as tree bark, and the other as white as moonlight.

He Mao said madly: "Feiyu, my good junior sister, open your eyes and let the world feel your desolation!"

Before the words fell, the human-like god slowly opened his eyes, but there was nothing inside. Her eyes widened, and her momentum rose sharply, causing the wind in the cave to whine and rustle. In addition to this, there is - endless murderous aura!

Huang Zhen was surprised: "Fei Yu, Abe Fei Yu, she...... It's Abe Feiyu!"

Wei Qimu saw that Huang Zhen's words were at a loss, so he inquired about him. Huang Zhen continued, "Abe Feiyu is...... Another yin and yang head......"

Although Huang Zhen heard the madman He Mao keep calling "junior sister", she never expected that the junior sister in his mouth was Abe Feiyu. Abe Feiyu is the highest martial arts elder of the Abe family who disappeared more than 20 years ago, and one of the two major yin and yang leaders in Japan today. It's just that who would have thought that she would be refined into a human-type god?

A generation of yin and yang heads, the body is imprisoned in the tomb, and the spirit body has become a god, how sad!

The moment Wei Qimu saw the human-style god appear, his heart "plopped" and fell into a stone, and when he knew that the human-style god was another yin-yang head Abe Feiyu, his mind sank directly to the bottom. He had already thought before that if the two Yin and Yang Heads joined forces, he and Huang Zhen would have no reason to survive - even if they could combine swords now!

The madman suddenly shouted, "Go, junior sister!"

With the order of the madman of He Mao, the human-like god suddenly moved. Abe's flying feathers are full of energy, his hair is flying, like bathing in starlight, and his clothes are fluttering, like being in a fairyland. Her body flew suddenly, like a fairy in a painting. The long sword in her hand stabbed violently, tearing through the Dao airflow, but it was silent. The cave was suddenly treacherous and radiant.

There is only one word to describe Abe's flying feather sword, and that is the word "fast". Wei Qimu had never seen such a fast sword. He originally thought that the sword of the madman He Mao was already extremely fast, or Chu Jiangkai's sword was the fastest, but Abe Feiyu's sword was faster than them!

The human-style god, with the spirit body of the sword, has no physical shackles, and its speed has broken through the limit of those who practice martial arts!

Abe Feiyu seemed to send out a sword lightly, but in just a moment, or even less than a moment, he had already stabbed out an unknown number of swords. Those sword moves are unpredictable, ingeniously connected, or the five elements are born together, or the five elements are restrained, or the three moves are in one, or the five moves are in one, there are three colors of light, and there are also five colors of light. The vast sword rain, layers of sword intent, or overlapping, or going hand in hand, under one move, the sword momentum forms a net, as if Ye Lixue has sprinkled a colorful "glass world"!

Wei Qimu and Huang Zhen didn't dare to slack off, they were full of spirit, the swords moved together, and the yin and yang were combined again. The black and white Taiji diagram broke through the air and caught the sword net in one fell swoop. The sword net and the Taiji diagram tilted and crushed each other, and then shattered one after another, the sword and sword shadows were chaotic, scattered in all directions, and the cave was suddenly blurred with seven colors, which was dazzling.

Abe flew a sword, and a sword rose again. As soon as the sword started, it was a huge sword net with dense and overlapping colors. Wei Qimu and Huang Zhen raised their swords at the same time, bursting out one after another black and white Taiji diagrams. In the cave, the colors blended, shattered, and scattered, causing the earth to shake the mountains.

He Mao madman tried his best to control the human-style god, and sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't dare to make a rash move at this time, so he let Abe Feiyu and Wei Qimu fight.

Although it is a grappling, Abe Feiyu is ethereal, with a mighty sword intent, and he is easy to dismantle moves. But ten moves, the winner has been decided!

Huang Zhen's strength was already low, and under the pressure of Abe Feiyu's continuous sword net, he was suddenly exhausted, and his two swords rolled up unconsciously. As soon as Huang Zhen's swordsmanship was scattered, the momentum of combining swords and swords suddenly disappeared. Taijitu collapsed without attacking, and the sword net rampage, covering the two of them.

Wei Qimu waved his ink knife continuously, protecting Huang Zhen and retreating. However, the sword shattered in an instant, and it rolled up like an ink knife, and his body had been slashed by Abe Feiyu with eighteen swords in an instant! The sword marks on his body were criss-crossed, like a blood-soaked tortoise shell.

Seeing that Wei Qimu had been seriously injured and Huang Zhen had exhausted his strength, he seemed to feel that his energy had reached the limit, so he recalled the human-style god and laughed on the side.

Huang Zhen saw that Wei Qimu did not hesitate to hit the sword in order to save himself, and his eyes were filled with tears, and said, "Qimu, why are you so stupid!"

Wei Qimu sighed: "Shi'er, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to protect you well today. 」

Huang Zhen shook her head: "It's all because my martial arts are too weak to fight side by side with you, but it has affected you......

Wei Qimu stretched out a bloody hand and gently stroked Huang Zhen's face, his eyes full of tenderness and pity.

Seeing that Wei Qimu and the two were in love there, the madman He Mao didn't look at him in his eyes, snorted coldly, and drew his sword with a colorful sword light.

Huang Zhen was exhausted at this time, and it was difficult to swing his sword. Wei Qimu used his sword and palm together, and took all the swords of the madman of He Mao. No matter how treacherous He Mao's swordsmanship and sword strength were, Wei Qimu always protected Huang Zhen behind him and prevented her from being hurt again, but his body was already full of holes!

Wei Qimu's body was dripping with blood, sprinkled like rain, flowing like injection, and there were countless sword wounds, mixed like a bloody man. He struck the ground with his sword, and he still stood.

He Mao sneered, "Wei Qimu, when you are dying, do you dare to speak falsely?"

Wei Qimu said awe-inspiringly: "Once you die, what are you afraid of? It's you, who disregard humanity and lose all conscience, it's really better than a beast!"

Huang Zhen was next to Wei Qimu, looking at his pale face and red green shirt, his eyes were full of distress. She longed for a thousand swords for him to relieve his pain.

When Huang Zhen heard Wei Qimu's words, she smiled bitterly, and said firmly: "If you have to become a star, why not die, I am willing to be a mandarin duck and not an immortal." 」

Lu Zhaolin's poem is Huang Zhen's heart at this time. People are born to die, and they can die with their sweethearts, and I don't know how many people they envy.

When Wei Qimu heard this, he also smiled and said, "You and I are really a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, we have always gathered less and separated more, either being chased and killed, or being imprisoned, and now we are displaced from a foreign country...... Nevertheless, it is also a great blessing to be able to share the same cave after death. 」

At this moment, even if Wei Qimu was unwilling, he could only be sad and had to accept his fate. Since he can't protect his sweetheart, it is a good ending to be able to die with her, which shows that the sky treats him well.

But the madman said, "Hmph, do you want to be in the same cave after death? Wei Qimu, you killed my beloved apprentice, this girl can only be buried with him, she wants to be in the same cave with my apprentice, but it is not your turn. As for you, the old man won't let you die so easily, and the old man will torture you until you spit out the heart of "Great Kyushu"!"

Wei Qimu choked on blood and said, "Old horseman, it's easy to kill me, it's impossible to want a trick!"

Huang Zhen also raised his anger and scolded: "You are a four-foot man, you are not worthy of learning the martial arts of our Yin and Yang family!"

When the madman heard this, he was furious, and the long sword suddenly stabbed out, and the multicolored sword swept again.

Wei Qimu barely raised his knife to parry, but was shocked by the sword and flew out. Wei Qimu flew upside down and fell directly into the sarcophagus on the stone wall, his bones "clicking" and shattering! Even so, he still held Huang Zhen tightly in his arms!

He Mao Madman couldn't stop smiling on his face, and slowly approached the sarcophagus. He said, "Wei Qimu, the old man will first kill this girl and sacrifice the soul of my beloved disciple, and then slowly torture you, and let you taste the means of the Onmyoji whipping the soul and opening the skull and revealing the skin!"