Dead.

On the martial arts training ground, there is no light, and you can only vaguely distinguish people by the moonlight.

An Ziyu was asked by Mu Sanniang to come here on time at ten o'clock every night in the future, and An Ziyu naturally did not dare to slack off.

However, because he was afraid of Mu Sanniang, An Ziyu secretly asked Yang Feng to hide in the dark to protect himself.

An Ziyu went to the appointment as scheduled, but found that Mu Sanniang had been waiting there early.

The corners of An Ziyu's mouth trembled, and only after standing up did he greet hesitantly: "Little ...... Good evening, little master. ”

Mu Sanniang cried and smiled with a look of disdain, and slowly circled around An Ziyu three times before asking, "I heard that your father An Tongping is over the age of six, but he has not been able to break through the eighth level of this sword qi in all directions, right?"

"Yes. Speaking of which, An Ziyu was also a little ashamed.

"What about you?" Mu Sanniang then asked.

An Ziyu replied uneasily: "Back to the little master, in the past two or three years in Jiuxuanmen, I have relied on the guidance of the master and the senior brothers, and now it has reached the seventh level. ”

"Seventh, An Tongping's talent is dull, look at your camera spirit, although your bones are thin and small, they are refined, how can you have this ability?" Mu Sanniang was unceremonious, and An Ziyu was unconvinced.

But when the words of dissatisfaction came out, they softened a little, and An Ziyu said in a low voice: "Little Master, I am only twenty years old. ”

"Your little master, I have practiced this sword qi in all directions since I was eighteen years old, and you are twenty years old, don't you feel ashamed?"

Mu Sanniang's rhetorical question was a reasonable question, and An Ziyu was speechless for a while.

Mu Sanniang continued: "That day, I watched you practice swords, although the sevenfold sword technique is already decent, but there are empty moves, no power, just like that, even if your father only uses two sword techniques, it is enough to deal with you with one hand." ”

An Ziyu was not convinced, but he did not dare to object.

Mu Sanniang saw it, and said: "Young man, little experience, it is inevitable to be arrogant, in this way, it is better for you to try it with me, I will use my right hand to you this sevenfold sword technique, if you lose, you will lose, if you win, you don't have to come again in the future, how?"

An Ziyu's heart moved: "Really?"

"Really. Mu Sanniang put her hands behind her back, and her breath was extremely stable.

An Ziyu took down the Xuantie Sword that he had carried with him for many years from his back, and Mu Sanniang was suddenly attracted to it.

"This is what Antongping gave you?"

"Yes. ”

Mu Sanniang's heart was a little turbulent at this time, this sword was also used when Xiao Lang taught her.

"Bring it to me. Mu Sanniang's tone began to be a little unstable.

An Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and had to hand it over obediently.

Mu Sanniang's expression at this time suddenly became solemn, holding the sword in her right hand, and touching it three times with her left hand on the sword body.

An Ziyu saw that the scene was a little weird, so he tentatively said: "If the little master likes this sword, take it." After speaking, An Ziyu smiled awkwardly, in fact, An Ziyu also likes this sword, but who calls the person who likes it on the other side is Mu Sanniang. As the saying goes, a man has no wife, let alone this sword.

"Come on. Mu Sanniang sneered and threw the sword to An Ziyu again.

What should come will come after all. An Ziyu took the Xuantie Sword and gasped.

Seeing this, Mu Sanniang asked, "What's the matter?" weren't you unconvinced by my evaluation just now?"

An Ziyu was like Yang Feng's flamboyant tongue at this time, and grinned: "I don't dare." ”

"Make a move. Mu Sanniang still didn't move, and her words were very concise.

"I ...... Am I really out?" An Ziyu confirmed again and again, he was afraid that Yang Feng would not have time to save him.

Mu Sanniang didn't answer again, just closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

An Ziyu's heart was very complicated at this time, in his eyes, this Mu Sanniang was not the little master of the Divine Sword Sect, she was a female devil, but after thinking about it, how many days would she have to deal with her in the future, which was also an extremely reluctant thing for An Ziyu.

Thinking of this, and guessing that there was a high probability that his life was not in danger, An Ziyu gritted his teeth and had no choice but to harden it.

The moonlight shone on Mu Sanniang's face, surprisingly calm, An Ziyu stepped forward with his sword, and the closer he got to it, the more unstable his heart became.

When she came to Mu Sanniang, Mu Sanniang just stretched out her right hand and flicked it lightly on the tip of the sword, An Ziyu's hand holding the sword trembled, and she hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Ridiculous!" Mu Sanniang was a little displeased: "The sword qi is seven in all directions, how can it be so unbearable?

Mu Sanniang is used to being domineering, how does she know how much this junior is afraid of him.

Mu Sanniang said coldly: "If you are really so unbearable, then the little master will abolish you today." In the future, you will be an ordinary person, don't embarrass the Divine Sword Gate in the Jianghu Martial Arts. ”

Having said that, An Ziyu had no way out, thinking that a dead horse would be a live horse doctor.

So An Ziyu swung his sword and greeted it again, Mu Sanniang smiled at the corner of her mouth, she didn't make a move, An Ziyu's sword was like the wind, but Mu Sanniang just moved her steps lightly, every time she was indifferent, turning the danger into a disaster, An Ziyu couldn't even reach her clothes, but she was always in front of her, like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, but it was actually out of reach.

Although An Ziyu was not able to reach himself, Mu Sanniang was also more satisfied, this kid's sword blade was acceptable, and with some time of training, he could surpass the mediocre An Tongping.

When An Ziyu used the sixth sword technique, Mu Sanniang's right hand suddenly raised, and her right arm was like a long snake, threatening An Ziyu's neck with a special position when An Ziyu's sword was about to approach his neck. An Ziyu had to return the sword to defend against each other, and with a wave of the Xuantie sword, Mu Sanniang also said with interest in his right hand.

An Ziyu took two steps back, his eyes were firm, he suddenly made a difficulty, forced his luck, pointed at the sword, Mu Sanniang's body was on the side, and the sword qi hit a stone wall behind him, a small piece of the stone wall cracked, and when Mu Sanniang was up again, An Ziyu was no longer in front of him.

Mu Sanniang turned around with a palm, and the Xuantie sword that flew behind him was beaten back, but he only felt a threat above his head, Mu Sanniang looked up, it turned out to be An Ziyu, holding the sword and descending towards himself, this move was the flying divine sword that was realized in the Lei Zhenmen that day, the fourth weight of the sword qi in all directions.

This move, which fuses the flying sword technique of heaven and earth, has become An Ziyu's nirvana.

But in front of Mu Sanniang, she looked so pale and powerless.

Until Mu Sanniang was directly above the Tianling Gai, Mu Sanniang didn't dodge, but the two fingers of his right hand met An Ziyu's sword tip, An Ziyu only felt that the sword body of the Xuantie Sword was tight for a while, and the whole sword stood there motionless, unable to move. An Ziyu tried to twitch, but after all, he couldn't.

Mu Sanniang said lightly: "I said that you embroidered your legs with fists, and today's trick will let you know!"

After that, Mu Sanniang only used force, An Ziyu even flew out with a sword, and when he landed, the Xuantie Sword almost didn't hold it steady, he took three or four steps back, and his left hand desperately unloaded, so that he could be considered stable.