When the two of them were in the boudoir at the same time, there was a black shadow, standing next to the water pavilion in the small courtyard, staring indifferently at the vermilion lacquer-colored mansion in front of them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Yu patted the storage bag with an indifferent expression, and three groups of array flags flew out, secretly arranged around, hiding their figures.

Immediately, Mu Yu sacrificed the golden sword, and with one hand, the sword turned into a golden lightning, and with a thunderbolt, it slashed towards Song Yulong in the room.

Boom!

A flying sword was quickly spewed out of Song Yulong's mouth, turned into a streamer, and touched the Jin Jiao sword hard, only to hear a violent buzz, the flying sword was knocked away, penetrated a screen, nailed to a wall, and centered on the tip of the sword, there were spiderweb-like cracks that spread around the wall, until the bottom of the wall did not stop.

"Who?!" Song Yulong shouted, hurriedly put on a robe, and then controlled the flying sword, broke through the window and flew out.

I saw a young man in his twenties, standing in the air with his feet on the lake and his shoes not touching the water. His face was full of indifference, his eyes were even more murderous, and he held a sword in one hand, as if he was a fairy, with a dusty temperament.

Song Yulong's pupils constricted first, thinking that the person who came was a strong man who could fly in the air, but then, after a little observation, he suddenly realized that although this young man was suspended above the lake and seemed to have the ability to stand in the air, in fact, it was by relying on his own mana and casting flying spells that he could stand in the air for a short time.

The monks in the foundation building period can only rely on flying swords to fly freely in the sky. Unable to rely on itself, the heavens and the sea are omnipotent.

"Your Excellency is very good, I don't know where it is. Song Yulong asked with a solemn expression while arranging his robe.

Even if this young man is not a Jiedan monk, there is no doubt that he is a foundation building monk, according to the breath fluctuations that permeate his body, he should be a foundation building early stage monk, but the all-pervasive sense of oppression and death crisis made Song Yulong a little breathless.

"Are you Song Yulong?" the young man said indifferently, it was the pastoral deity who had taken off the mask of human skin.

"Song Yulong, the head of the Song family, this is polite. Song Yulong hesitated slightly, and then arched his hand at Mu Yu.

"Then I didn't find the wrong person. Mu Yu nodded and slowly raised his arm.

"This fellow Taoist ......"

Laugh at!

The golden sword trembled, and in an instant, the moonlight sky was covered with golden rays, and it was extremely dazzling for a while.

Song Yulong's pupils shrank, in this sword, he felt the danger of death, this is from a monk's perception, if he can't dodge, if he can't dodge, even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured!

"Damn, who the hell is he, how can he be so strong?!" Song Yulong scolded, the two of them were both in the early stage of foundation building, but when facing Mu Yu, Song Yulong felt that he was fighting against a strong man in the middle stage of foundation building!

"Colorful Knife!" Song Yulong roared, his hands quickly pinched, and he sacrificed a magic knife the length of a baby's arm, and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, leaving seventeen knots on the magic knife.

Swish!

As the only spiritual treasure magic weapon on Song Yulong's body, this colorful knife is also Song Yulong's killer weapon, which is sealed with secret techniques on weekdays to accumulate energy, and once it is used, its power is enough to reach the terrifying level.

"Hmph. Mu Yu snorted coldly, not mentioning that he had many treasures on his body, just that he could be comparable to the combat power in the middle stage of foundation building, and killing the head of the immortal cultivation family in this secular world in front of him was no different from pinching an ant to death.

However, Mu Yu planned to play tricks on Song Yulong, so that after he tasted fear and unwillingness, he died in despair and struggle!

Boom!

On the first knife, Mu Yu flicked his fingers and harnessed the golden sword to be hard-connected.

Swords and swords intertwined, colliding together, and burst into brilliant sparks.

Immediately, the two magic weapons parted and returned to their masters.

Song Yulong spurted out a second mouthful of blood again, causing his face to quickly turn pale. He pinched the seal in his hand, and this time, a total of twenty-one marks were placed on the colorful knife!

A devastating wind echoed here, causing the lake water under Mu Yu's feet to ripple faintly, rippling towards the depths of the lake. At the same time, the hanging beams of the pavilion in the water pavilion also appeared dense cracks, and the autumn leaves flew all over the sky, falling slowly like raindrops.

"Not bad. In a commentative tone, the pastoral said slightly.

Song Yulong's face was covered with a cruel smile, this blow, he was confident, unless it was a mid-foundation building monk, even if it was a core disciple from the main sect, he would not dare to resist hard, and he needed to use spiritual treasures or spells to defend, taking advantage of this gap, Song Yulong could see the opportunity to escape.

However, Mu Yu's trick was very simple, he sacrificed a small black shield, which skyrocketed in the void and collided with the colorful knife that shot over, and as soon as the two came into contact, they were immediately entangled.

Mu Yu's fingers swirled a small golden sword, like a bolt of lightning, revealing a sharp aura, intimidating Song Yulong, once he dared to choose to escape, the next second, this golden flying sword would split his head.

Song Yulong's hand trembled slightly, the enemy was too strong, so he didn't have the ability to fight back at all.

"Where did I offend Your Excellency, please make it clear!" Song Yulong softened.

Mu Yu shook his head indifferently, and with a finger of his right hand, the golden sword that was spinning in his fingers turned into a bolt of lightning and slashed towards Song Yulong.

"Before you die, I'll let you die!"

"Kill!"

Song Yulong roared, holding the colorful knife with both hands, infusing all his mana, and the invisible air waves ploughed out traces of different shades on the ground, rolling up the grass and dirt in all directions.

Bang!

A golden dragon transformed, and it collided with the colorful knife in Song Yulong's hand with teeth and claws. As soon as the two came into contact with each other, there was a terrifying thunderstorm that resounded in the sky, brilliant and dazzling.

"Ah......" Song Yulong let out a miserable scream, and the arm holding the colorful knife was cut down by the golden sword Qi Gen, and blood sprayed out and flowed all over the ground.

Mu Yu looked at him playfully, his hand did not stop, and he slashed the golden sword again, and cut off Song Yulong's left leg.

"You ......" Song Yulong knelt on the ground, trembling lightly, his heart filled with fear and doubt.

In his memory, he didn't have the slightest impression of Mu Yu, and if the descendants of the former enemy came to take revenge, there was no such possibility, because every time Song Yulong killed a great enemy, he would eradicate his descendants and kill them all.

"Song Yulong, do you remember, how did you have all this now?" Mu Yu put away the golden sword and walked over with his hands in his hands.

Song Yulong used his spiritual power to block the cut artery, and the blood no longer flowed, but the stump on the ground shocked him, always reminding him that the young man in front of him had the strength to pinch himself to death at will.

"What do you mean?" Song Yulong calmed down, and the only palm of the pestle moved slightly, as if he was pinching some kind of hand.

Mu Yu didn't notice Song Yulong's small movements, and said to himself: "More than ten years ago, Mu Fu and Mu Linfeng!"

Song Yulong's pupils shrank, raised his head in shock, and looked at Mu Yu, "You are ......"

"Mu Linfeng's only apprentice is also my adoptive father. The pastor said indifferently.

Song Yulong was stunned, shook his head, and kept muttering softly, "This is impossible, impossible...... Pastoral Wind ...... How can you cultivate a foundation apprentice......?

"A few years ago, I was still a core disciple of the Sword Sect. The pastor said slowly.

Song Yulong completely understood, no wonder when he first saw Mu Yu, he felt a trace of dusty and ethereal temperament from his body, if it was in the secular world, it would be more or less stained with some 'fireworks' Only the disciples of the great sect who live in seclusion in the mountains all the year round, do not eat grains, breathe in pure aura, and cultivate gods and enlightenment will be able to form this kind of fairy-like temperament in the day after tomorrow.

"I see, I see, so ......" Song Yulong smiled miserably, harming people's lives and taking people's wives, it seems that even God can't stand it anymore, so Mu Linfeng taught such a terrible apprentice before he died, and came to ask for his life.

"Die......" Suddenly, Song Yulong's face was covered with hideousness, his eyebrows flashed, and a black iron sword rushed out, as fast as lightning, directly piercing Mu Yu's body protection Linggang.

Qiang~~

The Wood Spirit Sword slashed out and slashed at the iron sword, and the two were at a stalemate for a while, and the iron sword started from the middle, and a crack spread, and then it shattered into two halves.

"Your Excellency ......" Song Yulong lost his color, couldn't care about his face anymore, knelt on one knee, and kowtowed to Muyu.

Burst!

Mu Yu poked out a finger and poked at Song Yulong's eyebrows, he ran the nameless sword technique, and shot out a small sword ray, and in a silent silence, annihilated Song Yulong's primordial spirit, and could not be reincarnated.

Suddenly, Yang Jianniang's boudoir rushed out of a streamer and wanted to escape.

Mu Yu raised his hand indifferently, pinched a trick, and the triple magic circle that had been arranged long ago rose, directly forcing the streamer back.

The streamer dissipated, revealing a beautiful lady with a cloak of hair.

On Yang's body, there was only a wide robe wrapped around her Miaoman's figure, and there was no mature and charming look on her pretty face, but only boundless fear.

"Your beloved Song Lang'er died at my hands, but how can I see that you are not angry and distressed at all?" Mu Yu walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and every step he took seemed to have a heavy hammer smashed on Yang Jianniang's heart.

"I am your wife. Yang said.

Mu Yu stopped, he raised his head, his lips showed a hint of sneer, and said, "Are you worthy? In this world, I have only one master and one adoptive father, and I have never had a master and an adoptive mother. ”

"Please...... After all, I am your master's wife......" Yang Jianniang's face was full of fear, and as soon as her delicate body was soft, she knelt on the ground, tears burst out of her eyes and flowed down the corners of her eyes.

Mu Yu turned sideways, squinted at her, and said, "For the sake of you and my master, who are both husband and wife...... Judge yourself!"

"No, I don't want to die yet......" Yang Jianniang let out a hysterical scream, her beautiful eyes showed a trace of hesitation and shame, biting her cherry lips, tremblingly stretched out her hand, and after a little hesitation, she suddenly ripped off her robe, revealing a delicate body like jade.

Mu Yu was shocked, quickly closed his eyes, turned around sharply, and turned his back to her. (To be continued.) )