The soft light suddenly disappeared in Mu Tianlin's chest.

The next moment, the sword of sorrow stabbed into Mu Tianlin's chest, but it was only half an inch. Meng Tian clenched the sword of sorrow, and his face was as white as paper. Her expression was sad, her eyes were dark, and her crystal tears glittered with endless sorrow.

Mu Tianlin pinched the sword body in his left hand, his eyes cold.

The combination of the tragic sword intent and the human sword broke through Mu Tianlin's body protection true qi, but it was already the end of the strong crossbow.

Mu Tianlin had already prepared and pinched the sword body with the ghost's claws.

The sword of pathos is difficult to enter by half an inch.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Tianlin's body turned quickly, bypassing the Sword of Sorrow, and his left hand moved forward, straight to Meng Tian's chest, as fast as lightning.

Meng Tian couldn't dodge, and was hit by a ghostly claw in his chest, and his body was thrown backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

The body of the rusty long sword was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying.

He stabbed out with a sword, and his body instantly turned into an afterimage, only the blood-colored sword qi was permeated.

Mu Tianlin originally planned to take the opportunity to kill Meng Tian, even if he was injured, it was worth it. However, he sensed a terrifying killing intent, containing the breath of death. Without hesitation, he raised his internal force to the peak state, urging his true qi with all his might, and the body of the blood-colored long sword was shrouded in black energy. He stabbed out with a sword, facing the blood-colored sword qi.

In the next moment, the blood-colored sword qi and the black qi collided violently, stirring up a circle of ripples, and the qi dispersed in all directions, and where it passed, the grass and trees were broken.

The two figures stood opposite each other. Yan Shan clenched the rusty long sword, and blood oozed from the tiger's mouth. Mu Tianlin looked indifferent and secretly breathed.

In mid-air, Meng Tian secretly used his true power, so he stabilized his body and fell down. She held on to her sword, barely standing on her feet, blood still trailing from the corners of her mouth.

Wanyan Xue'er was already protecting Meng Tian.

Dugu Feng held a long sword and stared at Mu Tianlin.

Mu Tianlin sneered: "With you, you can't kill me." ”

"And me. Before the words fell, a tall and cold-looking man had already appeared beside Dugu Feng, it was Ning Yifan, the first master of the younger generation of the Huashan faction.

Mu Tianlin was slightly stunned, and asked casually, "I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

At the same time, Yan Shan has been using his heart to comprehend the three swords of selflessness. Mu Tianlin is far more terrifying than he imagined. Miss Xue'er was plotted by the claws of the ghost, and the first time that the tragic sword intent and the human sword were united, Tian'er was seriously injured and worried about her life. Some people deserve to be guarded with their lives. Two crystal tears crossed his cheeks, I don't know if it was sadness or love.

Ning Yifan said lightly: "Huashan Ning Yifan." ”

Before the words fell, Yanshan shouted, like a river bursting its embankment, like a flash flood, out of control.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

He swung his rusty sword.

In the first sword, he seems to be freed from the predicament, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins.

The second sword, his eyes were empty, and a killing intent arose from his heart......

The third sword, the killing intent in his heart disappeared suddenly, his eyes were sometimes empty, sometimes blurred, a sword stabbed out, it was so freewheeling, as natural as a child playing, but it seemed to be integrated with all things in heaven and earth, it was so harmonious......

The seemingly slow sword came in an instant, straight to Mu Tianlin's throat.

Mu Tianlin was caught off guard, but he was not in danger. He used all his strength to cast the ghost shadow body technique, and his body instantly turned into an afterimage, sweeping backwards. However, this sword is faster than him. He knew that this sword couldn't be dodged at all, and he didn't plan to dodge. The sweep is just to buy time for a breath. In this breath, his expression became indifferent, his gaze was sometimes blurred, sometimes empty, as if he was one with all things in heaven and earth, it was so harmonious......

Seeing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Ning Yifan muttered: "It's self-forgetfulness again......"

A blood moon suddenly appeared in the sky, the sun and the moon were in the same sky, very strange.

Mu Tianlin stabbed out with a sword, facing the rusty long sword.

The next moment, the two long swords struck each other, and only the sound of "dang" was heard, which did not stir up a trace of waves.

The battle of artistic conception seems to be prosaic, but in fact it returns to the basics, and the danger can only be understood if you have really experienced it.

Yan Shan took seven steps back to stabilize his figure. He stood leaning on the sword, only to feel the qi and blood in his body churning, and his internal strength and physical strength were instantly exhausted. He knew in his heart that he was no longer capable of fighting.

Mu Tianlin took five steps back to stabilize his figure. He held a blood-colored sword and his gaze was cold. Just now, between life and death, he had an epiphany and touched the threshold of artistic conception. At this point, he was at the end of his crossbow. But he is not reconciled, he wants to live, and his desire for life has never been so strong, just because he has touched the threshold of artistic conception.

Yan Shan said softly: "Kill him." "The voice is laborious, but unmistakable.

Wanyan Xue'er did not hesitate, slapped it with one palm, and took Mu Tianlin's chest directly, as fast as the wind.

Dugu Feng stabbed out with a sword, straight to Mu Tianlin's throat, there was no hindrance between the moves, naturally, as if it were natural.

Mu Tianlin snorted coldly and remained motionless.

The next moment, the red gold palm was close at hand, and the sword light was imminent.

At this moment, Mu Tianlin moved. Abandon the sword, change his palm, his body is slightly sideways, one palm is slapped at Wanyan Xue'er's chest, and the other palm is slapped at Dugufeng's right arm.

I only heard a "bang", and the two figures were thrown backwards.

Three zhang away, Wanyan Xue'er stabilized her figure, and blood kept gushing out of her mouth.

Dugu Feng grabbed his right arm with his left hand and took five steps back. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, cold sweat soaking through his clothes.

Mu Tianlin received Yan Xue'er's palm, but he staggered the point, and received a sword from Dugu Feng, but he only stabbed his right shoulder. The blood was already soaking through his clothes, but he didn't care, just stared at Ning Yifan quietly.

Ning Yifan walked in front of Dugu Feng and said softly: "It's just a dislocation, I'll pick it up for you." ”

Dugufeng just nodded slightly.

Ning Yifan grabbed Dugufeng's right arm, only to hear a crisp sound, and then took it. After that, he looked at Mu Tianlin, and there was struggle and pain in his eyes.

Seeing this situation, Yan Shan's eyes closed slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Dugu Feng stared at Mu Tianlin deadly.

Wanyan Xue'er stared at Ning Yifan deadly.

Meng Tian just looked at Yanshan quietly.

There was silence all around.

The hope of life was rekindled, and Mu Tianlin was secretly happy. He won the bet, and the first master of the young generation of the Huashan faction really didn't make a move, this is the reserve of the famous and upright, and this is the pride of the master. He said in a deep voice: "As long as Ning Daxia doesn't make a move, I can swear here that I will never set foot in the rivers and lakes within ten years." Ten years later, I will fight a fair fight with Ning Daxia again. ”

Ning Yifan sighed lightly and said slowly: "You can go." ”

Mu Tianlin clenched his fists slightly and was about to leave.

"And me. The tone was calm and waveless, it was sweet.

Mu Tianlin frowned slightly, but didn't say a word.

Yan Shan's face changed suddenly, and he shouted, "Let him go." ”

Meng Tian smiled, like a snow lotus suddenly blooming, beautiful and unearthly.

Mu Tianlin left.

Yanshan Chaoning Yifan clenched his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you Ning Daxia for saving your life!"

Ning Yifan laughed at himself and said lightly: "Sect Master Yan is serious. ”

Yan Shan continued: "We plan to recuperate here, I'm afraid we will have to trouble Ning Daxia for some time." ”

Ning Yifan seemed to think of something, and said, "It's okay." ”