Chapter 103: Goodbye to the rivers and lakes

Mu Yufeng was like a demon returning from hell, without a trace of reverence for life, and the Longyuan sword in his hand forced the old monk of the dead wood to retreat, and only a few breaths pushed the dead wood to the edge of the cliff.

The wind whistling from the internal force was howling, and the arm-thick pine trees were swaying left and right, and only the sound of "bang-la-la" stones was heard, and half of the dead wood's feet were already hanging in the air.

"What, old monk, what about your preachy face?" Mu Yufeng teased, and the posture of a superior person overlooking the ants was intimidating.

And just now those who supported the old monk of the dead wood closed their mouths one after another, and many of the people standing behind them sneaked away, and they didn't dare to say a word again, where was the awe-inspiring righteousness when the old monk of the dead wood had the upper hand just now.

"Amitabha, donor, turn back to the shore! cough cough ......" The old monk of the dead wood became a little disturbed, and the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down like beads with broken threads.

Mu Yufeng smiled coldly, with infinite ridicule in his eyes, and said: "The person who should turn back now should be you, have you realized my situation now?"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The old monk of the dead wood shouted lightly to the Buddha's name, and the fingers against the tip of the sword crossed a semicircle, turning into a Buddha Demon Subduing Hand and grabbing Mu Yufeng.

"Poof!"

Hearing only a crisp trembling sound, the dry old monk's dry fingers had already touched the Long Yuan Sword, and the wide robe rolled up a vast gust of wind towards Mu Yufeng's face.

Mu Yufeng only felt that his eyes were blown by the strong wind and couldn't open them, only a blink of an eye, the palm of the dead wood was almost to the door, and there was a vigorous vitality between the palms of his fingers, which was a kind of vigorous life breath of dead wood in spring and willow buds, cleansing people's souls.

"I didn't expect that the master of the dead wood had already understood the mystery between the dead and the glory, and found the stubborn and tenacious vitality from the dead wood!"

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one withered glory!"

“......”

The already silent crowd suddenly became lively again, and there was the sound of squirming conversation, and the already tense heartstrings couldn't help but relax.

"This bit of ability can barely get into my eyes, but what's the use?" The Longyuan Sword in Mu Yufeng's hand flashed like a meteor piercing the night sky, and he slid backwards with the sword three feet away.

It stopped abruptly, the wind from the sleeves shook the dead wood's body, Mu Yufeng's feet were on the hard stone ground, and the hard stone was instantly stepped on by him and collapsed, and his unruly eyes swept over the wrinkled face of the old monk of the dead wood, without half a point of pity.

"That's the end of it!"

The left hand shook and led the old monk's palm to the side, and the strong palm of the dead wood slapped on a pine tree with the thickness of a bowl, and there was no sound, the tree was cut off, and the break was as smooth as a mirror.

At the moment when half of the pine tree fell off the cliff, Mu Yufeng had already stepped forward, and for some reason there was a terrifying aura of death all over his body, he seemed to be a corpse crawling out of a mass grave with millions of corpses.

I could vaguely smell the smell of blood, and I could vaguely see him floating and sinking in the sea of corpses and blood.

The majestic breath of life was covered by the endless and vast breath of death, like a drop of water dripping into a desert, and gradually, the face of the old monk of the dead wood was gradually filled with fear and despair.

The sword was too fast for him to see!

The palm is too strong, he can't stop it!

"Smack!"

An inaudible sound sounded between the two of them, and then the sound of the jewel falling to the ground, very light and thin.

But everyone heard it clearly, because it was so quiet, everyone here stopped breathing, only the sound of swallowing saliva came from time to time.

"Is it over?"

I don't know how long it was, and I don't know who asked such a question, but no one answered him.

The string of prayer beads wrapped around the Long Yuan Sword had been torn apart, and the Buddha beads that had been blackened and shiny by the old monk of the dead wood every day rolled down to the top of Zhurong Peak, and some even rolled down to the bottom of the cliff.

The eyes of the old monk of the dead wood, full of great compassion and great wisdom, gradually became cloudy, and the hand holding the Eight Treasures Zen staff was also loosened a little, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Mu Yufeng raised the long sword diagonally, and the left palm with the missing thumb was impartially imprinted on the chest of the dead wood, without the surging true qi, just slapped it lightly, but everyone knew that the old monk of the dead wood must be fierce and auspicious under this palm.

Hardly made any sound, the old monk of the dead wood flew straight out of the cliff like this, there was no fear on his face, some were just a kind of freedom to let go, and some were a kind of "I don't go to hell who will go to hell" big mind.

The old monk of the dead wood has flown out of the cliff and fell straight down, the onlookers looked at Mu Yufeng who was standing with the sword upside down, and their fear of him was one more heavy, his invincible prestige was accumulated by the bones of the giants of the rivers and lakes, which was by no means different from the other three princes.

At least on the surface, it is decidedly different.

Mu Yufeng's cold eyes swept over the onlookers in turn, and they looked like animals lying on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered, and some of them simply collapsed directly.

"Have you seen enough?"

It's just a simple sentence, but it makes everyone feel like their lives have come to an end, no one will doubt that Mu Yufeng will kill them all, he is a madman who is not afraid of everything, no one doubts.

The sword pointed to the Zen heart to go to the vastness, and the blood stained the ghosts and gods of Bodhi.

He is a bloody slaughterer, a man who has gone from an ignorant boy to endless killing, he has long forgotten the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the spring breeze of ten miles, and he has long forgotten the good and evil rights and wrongs that should exist in the world.

"I don't know how long you'll be obsessed!"

A light voice came from nowhere, but there was an irresistible majesty, whether you were a prince or a village man, you would not see the true face, as long as you heard this voice, people couldn't help but kneel down.

Mu Yufeng raised his eyes and looked at the edge of the cliff where the old monk of the dead wood fell, only to see a black shadow rising into the sky, like a big peng, swaying upwards and unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow fell steadily in front of him, with dark jade eyes, handsome face, and that graceful and noble temperament, as if he had long been destined to be the master of this world.

The ink-like black robe was slightly raised under the blowing of the mountain wind, and the old monk who was breathing quickly in his left hand was holding the old monk who was short of breath, and his wise and resolute eyes looked at Mu Yufeng without blinking, as if he wanted to see through the man surrounded by mist in front of him.

Many people's mouths have been opened enough to stuff a fist, this Zhu Rongfeng is as high as a thousand thousand, full of cliffs, there is no foothold at all, this person can actually soar into the sky, and with a person, this is not something that mortals can do at all.

Such profound martial arts attainments even the old hermit master can't do it, but he is a handsome and unspeakable young man in his twenties.

"Northern Emperor?"

Mu Yufeng had no joy or sorrow, no fear or fear, and said softly.

When I heard these two words, the crowd became noisy again, and today I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings have been accumulated, and I can see such a noble figure as the Northern Emperor.

If the Eastern Maniac and the Northern Emperor faced each other today, this would definitely be ten million times more exciting than the fight between the Blood Slaughter Boy and the Old Monk of the Dead Wood, and everyone's eyes flashed a little bit of light.

Yun Yifan's dark jade-like eyes flashed with a few stars of playful brilliance, and the old monk of the dead wood was easily opened in his hand, and he walked slowly towards Mu Yufeng.

Every step is so calm and elegant, invisibly giving people a noble and incoherent feeling, he is a natural king, in front of him is a dragon you have to coil, is a tiger you also have to lie on your stomach!

Standing four or five feet in front of Mu Yufeng, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, and said, "The Blood Slaughter Master doesn't seem to be so surprised to see me!"

There is not so much murder in the words, it is like a conversation between old friends, but even fools know that the four princes can never become friends, and even a few more words is a luxury.

Because everyone is too proud, just like the sun in the sky, this heaven can only allow one round of suns to appear, there can only be one ......

Mu Yufeng raised his sleeve and habitually wiped the blade of the Longyuan Sword, although the sword was so clean that it was not stained with any dust, and teased: "Then what kind of expression does the Northern Emperor think I should have?"

The corners of their mouths were shallow and disdainful smiles, and at their level, what could they be afraid of.

"Afraid, surprised, or fleeing in a hurry?"

Yun Yifan looked at the smoke clouds that slowly gathered, and did not speak, the mountains in the distance seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and the red maple leaves loomed in the misty clouds, and the entire Nanyue was like a fairyland Yao Pond.

"It seems that the top of Hengshan Mountain will be particularly lively today!" Yun Yifan muttered to himself.

As soon as the words fell, Mu Yufeng's gaze turned to the crowd, because the crowd that had been noisy and boiling a moment ago suddenly quieted down, and they all made way to both sides.

Yun Yifan's jade-like eyes suddenly flashed with feelings that had not appeared for a long time, and he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, just because the two white-clothed people walked into his sight, which was very dazzling.

The color that was as pure as snow was a dizzying color in Yun Yifan's eyes, and the two people whose faces were so perfect that they almost shouldn't exist in the mortal world slowly stood on the top of Zhurong Peak.

The white clothes are still the same, and the face has not changed, but it is a pity that she has become someone else's wife!

She was a ray of sunshine in his gloomy life, but this ray of sunshine never shone on him.

She is just the tenderness in his dreams, just the destination of his Emperor Shadow Palace from afar, she is a fragrant fragrance in the moonlight, and she is the memory of his warm life.

But she wasn't his after all......

Nan Mengying also saw him, but her hand was held by the man in white next to her, very tight, as if to rub her into flesh and blood.

This may be a kind of declaration of war between the two men.

"Nanxian is also here, today is really as lively as the Northern Emperor said!"

It made Mu Yufeng break the awkward silence.

After a word, there seemed to be a little star in front of the onlookers, Xia Xuehan and the two of them had already vaguely guessed when they appeared, but they didn't want to believe it.

What are the four princes, I was lucky enough to see one Yin virtue that I don't know how many lifetimes I would accumulate, but I saw three at once in a few days.

There is also the peerless Princess Langya with unparalleled appearance and temperament, which is incredible.

"It's been a long time!" Nan Mengying lightly opened her lips, her voice was like a ring, and the yellow warbler came out of the valley, gentle and pleasant.

He took her father's country, banished her father and queen mother to the bitter cold land of the far north, and fought with her husband for the world, in the eyes of the world they are mortal enemies, but she can't say how much hatred he has.

Because she was born in the royal family, she has seen more than others since she was a child, and the royal family has never been a peaceful and simple place, and it is not uncommon to compete for power and profit.

Yun Yifan is just one of the people who fell into the power net, the change of the country is really common, and Yun Yifan can still make a promise to return to the Yelu clan after a hundred years after seizing the country, and he has not been wiped out, it is already a great grace.

Speaking of which, Nan Mengying should also thank him for sparing his father's life.

"Your father is alive and well now, if you want to see him, you can go at any time!"

After a long time, the handsome man in the black robe squirmed his lips and said such a sentence, not knowing what to say, maybe only this sentence could be said, which was more suitable for their relationship at the moment.

Nan Mengying shook his head, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad, and said, "It's still not necessary, it's enough to know that my father is okay." Thank you!"

Yun Yifan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw the hands with his ten fingers clasped, he swallowed the words back, and his face returned to his usual cold arrogance and loneliness!

Nan Mengying turned his head to look at Xia Xuehan and found that his gaze had moved elsewhere, and he didn't care about what she and Yun Yifan said.

"Northern Emperor, the lord of Liao, dare to come to my Huaxia territory alone, aren't you afraid that I will mobilize tens of millions of troops to let you stay here forever?"

After a while, Xia Xuehan turned his head and looked at Yun Yifan playfully, he was also a lonely and proud peerless boy, just such a simple sentence made thousands of people watching the excitement feel like they were hit by a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

What a shock, if Xia Xuehan really did this, then the pattern of the world would be reversed in an instant......

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