Nangong Mu Yue, the original owner of the Hanging Scissors Sword, was twenty-seven years old, so according to the regulations, he should hand over the Hanging Scissors Sword and let other younger brothers fight for its ownership. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎforanw?enw?w?w?．`

There were a total of seven disciples who participated in the competition to compete for the Hanging Scissors Sword, and Nangong Muyun also participated in the competition, but his probability of winning was the same as his background, and he was never favored. The most promising of these seven is Nangong Mu Yuan, whose father is the deacon in charge of Hengzhou affairs in the Presbyterian Church, and his power is not small.

Nangong Mu Yuan and Nangong Mu Han, Mu Ting have a close relationship, their qualifications are quite high, and they are full of fire in the swordsmanship with one hand, and they are the number one seed in this competition, as for other people's martial arts compared to Mu Yuan, there is still a big gap.

As the top seed, coupled with his father's operation, Nangong Mu Yuan tried a match, first dueling with the other six people, and decided the three winners, and then with Nangong Mu Yuan, four people drew lots to catch the competition.

In this game, Nangong Mu Yuan won very excitingly, defeated the enemy in eight moves, his swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, and his martial arts were really good. The members of the family elder council who were watching the battle on the side also nodded again and again, secretly saying that this son has a great future.

In comparison, although Nangong Mu Yun also successfully broke into the decisive game, the loss caused by two consecutive battles undoubtedly made him fall behind, and in the final game, facing Nangong Mu Yuan's fierce opponent, can he win?!

Whatever the situation, this inevitable war is finally about to begin.

Nangong Muyun took a deep breath, the true qi in the meridians slowly calmed down, and he slowly stepped into the ring, staring at the young man in front of him, Nangong Mu Yuan.

"Boy, you have some ability to make it to the tiebreaker. Nangong Mu Yuan crossed his arms and looked at Nangong Mu Yun for a long time, "But your good luck has come to an end, you don't want to get the hanging scissors sword in this life." ”

Nangong Mu Yuan is telling the truth, those who get the Divine Sword will definitely make great progress in the next five years, and the gap between the losers will become wider and wider, if Mu Yun loses the competition this time, he will basically have nothing to do with the Hanging Scissors Divine Sword in this life.

In addition, the Nangong family has always been an elite line, and those who serve in important positions in the family must have the identity of the holder of the Eight Swords of King Yue, so that the strong will always be strong, and if Nangong Mu Yuan gets the hanging sword, he will naturally step into the ranks of the elite of the family, in contrast, it will be difficult for Nangong Mu Yun and others to get ahead.

This layer of obscure thought passed through Nangong Mu Yun's heart extremely quickly, he sighed, and stared at Nangong Mu Yuan with burning eyes, "It's too early to say who wins and who loses, let's draw conclusions after the fight." ”

After saying that, Nangong Mu Yun shook his long sword and put on a starting gesture, "Please." ”

Nangong Muyuan laughed loudly, "I originally expected you to retreat despite the difficulties, but it seems that you must see the real chapter under the sword." ”

As soon as the laughter fell, Nangong Mu Yuan rose into the sky and rushed towards Mu Yun, and the long sword at his waist also came out of its sheath, like a lightning bolt cutting through the sky, with an amazing momentum.

They practice the hanging swordsmanship, this swordsmanship attaches importance to speed, the moves are sharp, once the enemy passively defends a move, it will usher in a follow-up attack that is faster than a sword, and it is difficult to have room for counterattack. Nangong Mu Yuan stabbed out with a sword, and the sword wind roared, and he had brought the swordsmanship to the extreme.

Nangong Mu Yun's heart was awe-inspiring, and he had just watched the battle from the sidelines, and he had already seen Nangong Mu Yuan's clever swordsmanship, and he was sure that this person was the strongest opponent in his final competition for the hanging scissors. At this moment, he was facing the enemy with Mu Yuan, and only then did he really feel that his swordsmanship was superb, and he was really above himself.

At this moment, Nangong Muyun felt a panic and worry in his heart, and the thought of worrying that he would fail and not be able to capture the Hanging Scissors Sword was like a blister, popping up in his mind

He took a deep breath, suppressed this thought, and tried his best not to think nonsense, because he knew that if he messed up his state of mind, he couldn't help but lose to Nangong Mu Yuan's hands in this battle, but he was afraid that he would have no hope of defeating him in the future, and he would probably be unable to reach the peak of kendo for the rest of his life.

Nangong Mu Yun let out a long shout, raised his long sword, and went all out to meet Nangong Mu Yuan.

Boom!

The two long swords clashed, and a crisp sound resounded throughout the audience. Nangong Mu was condescending from afar, and he was in full swing, so he naturally had the upper hand. On the contrary, Mu Yun's mind was snatched, and under the reluctance to parry, he took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

Drink!

Nangong Mu was so far away that he roared, and the long sword turned into cold stars, chasing after Nangong Mu Yun who was retreating. The latter played with twelve points of spirit and did it with all his might, although he was embarrassed, but he also barely resolved Mu Yuan's offensive one by one.

The two of them practiced the hanging swordsmanship, and every move and style in it was firmly engraved in their minds, and they were proficient. So far, the main competition between the two is their own physical fitness, as well as their comprehension of the true meaning of swordsmanship.

In terms of physical fitness, Nangong Mu Yuan is two or three years older, and his height is taller than Mu Yun, and his strength and speed are above Mu Yun. In addition, Mu Yuan's family background is superior, and he has elixirs to take every day, and his internal cultivation is even higher than that of Nangong Mu Yun.

Therefore, it can be said that Nangong Muyun has the upper hand in this competition.

At this time, the two of them fought fast, and the cold light of the two long swords flickered, and in the eyes of others, it seemed that two steel flowers had bloomed in the ring, dazzling. With the exchange of petals, the sound of the collision of swords and blades seems to be continuous thunder, endlessly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

After a while, the sword flower suddenly dispersed, and the figures of Nangong Mu Yun and Nangong Mu Yuan appeared, staggering each other.

Nangong Mu Yuan fell to the ground suddenly, and the long sword shook, leaving a red blood on it.

On the other side, Nangong Muyun covered the wound on his left shoulder, blood oozed from his fingers, staining his clothes red, and his face turned pale.

"Your swordsmanship is okay, but unfortunately there is still a gap between you and me. Nangong Mu Yuan turned around and stared at Mu Yun's back, a teasing smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to admit defeat yourself or will I subdue you?"

Nangong Muyun pointed at the acupoint on his left shoulder, temporarily restrained the bleeding, pointed forward with his long sword, and said indifferently: "Please." ”

"It's really not the heart of the Yellow River that doesn't die. Nangong Mu Yuan sneered. Mu Yun's left shoulder was injured, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was afraid that he would lose if he couldn't make a few moves, but he didn't expect to resist hard. "Let's see if you can still block my sword!"

Seeing that Mu Yun refused to surrender, Nangong Mu Yuan roared again, the long sword shook, and a sword arc slashed towards Nangong Mu Yun, the sword wind roared, and Mu Yun's hair was also stirred and raised backwards.

Knowing that his strength was not as good as Mu Yuan, Nangong Mu Yun still gritted his teeth and tried his best to draw out his long sword. "I can't admit defeat, even if I lose, I have to fight until the last moment!"

"Come on!" Nangong Muyun roared, and the long sword cracked out with all his might, giving birth to a kind of domineering spirit that would give rise to someone else! )