Murong Yixue swept out of the triple roof like a paper kite, and the figure of that person was also like a ghost following closely behind, Murong Yixue couldn't help but glance back at him, that person's murderous aura was scattered, and his bloodthirsty eyes were like Shura coming out of hell, which made him think of what Nalan Ziqing had said before. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You would never have thought that a man's sword skills could be so strong, yet dexterous and versatile. Then he saw the man draw his sword.

A long and extremely long knife with an extremely narrow blade looks like a sword used by the samurai of the Eastern Ei, and if you look closely, the blade is straight and looks like a sword.

The sword light lit up, and the blade swiped against Murong Yixue's back, and for the first time, Murong Yixue felt that he was so close to death, his body slowed down, and he had fallen.

The Shura-like man's blade suddenly changed, a strange change.

"The speed at which he changed his moves was beyond the reach of even the Flying Eagle Swordsmen of the South China Sea Sword Sect. "The sword power of his side has not been exhausted, the old power has not been exhausted, and the new power has not been generated, it is impossible to change the trick.

Murong Yixue finally drew his sword out of the sheath, the sword light pierced the sky like a meteor, only a crisp sound was heard, the sword light and sword shadow were wrong, sparks splashed everywhere, and in an instant, the two of them had passed twenty-four moves.

Murong Yixue held the sword in her backhand and said with a faint smile: "'Jade-faced Shura' Liu Wuming?"

The man's cold gaze stared at Murong Yixue, and suddenly he smiled gloomily: "You are the 'Sword God' Murong Yixue." Before he could finish his words, the blade rose again.

His killing intent was stronger, his moves were faster, Murong Yixue shook a sword flower casually, a silver light flashed, and it fell silent again.

It's like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, and an autumn wind sweeping away a fallen leaf.

Murong Yixue smiled bitterly: "Do you even think about killing people when you speak?" Liu Wuming didn't answer, his knife had already spoken for him.

Usually in a duel in the martial arts, one move is enough to determine the outcome of the battle, and if it is a short encounter, there will always be someone who loses their lives in an instant.

That's why he got Murong Yixue's peerless sword, and he usually only needed this sword to kill people. Murong Yixue's swordsmanship is not passed down from generation to generation, but it integrates the essence of all famous swordsmanship, and the purpose of swordsmanship is only one, that is, to kill.

Therefore, the swordsmanship that can kill people is a good swordsmanship.

And Murong Yixue's swordsmanship is disorderly, he can always stab this incredible sword from an incredible angle, and his swordsmanship has only one purpose, that is, how to send the sword blade to the opponent's throat.

There is also a kind of duel, which is like the top of the Forbidden City, the battle of the Imperial City. Maybe you can tell the winner between one move, maybe dozens of moves, maybe hundreds of moves.

The premise is that there must be an opponent on equal footing, Murong Yixue has not encountered such an opponent for a long time, and Liu Wuming is undoubtedly such an opponent.

Masters compete with each other, if there is a slight flaw, they will die in an instant. Although Liu Wuming's sword technique was strange and changeable, Murong Yixue had already discovered three flaws in his changing moves, and any one of them was enough for him to use that peerless sword to cut the sword edge Liu Nameless's throat.

But Murong Yixue didn't use his sword for a long time, he just raised his sword to block, what was he waiting for?

Beads of sweat have appeared on Liu Wuming's forehead, he has been bloodthirsty countless in this life, and there are countless souls under his blade, each of his knives is a fatal killing move, but the man in white in front of him can not fight back in nearly thirty moves, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Liu Wuming started to think crankily, his heart was already in turmoil. If the heart is confused, there must be a deviation in the moves, sure enough, Murong Yixue just stood there without moving, his blade was still half a foot off, at this moment, Liu Wuming felt that the figure of the man in white in front of him was erratic, and he was dizzy, Murong Yixue didn't know when the sword blade suddenly came out of the sheath, no one could describe the speed of this sword, the sword qi was like a dragon's chant, and the sword blade could pierce Liu Wuming's throat in the next second!

But this sword also seems to have deviated, and the blade of the sword is only about to touch Liu Wuming's throat, and it suddenly stops!

Liu Wuming stared at this sword blade for a long time before slowly raising his head, a deep and dry face was expressionless, but the murderous aura had already dispersed in the wind.

After a long time, his voice sounded darkly: "You won't kill me?"

Murong Yixue stared at him and said with a smile: "An opponent like you is hard to find, why should I kill you?"

Liu Wuming's eyes suddenly had a strange look, he really couldn't figure out that this man in white with a gentle smile was Murong Yixue, the 'Sword God' who had a strong sword aura.

How could such a person use that kind of swordsmanship?

He suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter was indescribably poignant, like the ghostly laughter of the wraith in hell, he bared his white teeth, and said coldly: "You don't kill me, but I will kill you one day." ”

Murong Yixue smiled and said, "Okay! Liu's nameless pitch-black cloak was raised, and the whole person disappeared at the end of this boundless night.

Gu Qingfeng looked coldly at the two disciples who were knocked unconscious on the ground, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

"I saw that the two of them hadn't come back for a long time, so I came over to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be like this. One of the four people on duty in the courtyard who spoke, Murong Yixue really didn't miscalculate, but Liu Wuming's sudden appearance disrupted his plan.

Gu Qingfeng's heart was flustered, and his palms were sweating, he didn't know who had stunned these two disciples, could it be that Senior Brother had already noticed his abnormality?

In two days, he will be able to become the head of the Huashan faction, and at this critical moment, will he fall short?

"Brother Gu, why panic, you just need to be your head with peace of mind. The door of the house opened, and a handsome man with a good demeanor walked out of it, and when Gu Qingfeng saw him, his hanging heart finally relaxed.

He knew that this brilliant young man would help him figure it out.

Xie Ange still smiled faintly, but this smile was neither elegant nor gentle, but a treacherous smile, and he smiled gloomily: "It is Murong Yixue who has been here, and Mr. Liu has already fought with him." ”

Gu Qingfeng panicked, and said in a lost voice: "How did he come? It's all over, who is his opponent in the whole world?"

Xie Ange became furious and shouted coldly: "What about Murong Yixue, what about the Sword God? After all, he is just a person, and if he is a human being, he will have weaknesses!"

He was originally a calm and calm person, but at this time, he couldn't help but be irritable, Liu Wuming had already lost to him, Gu Qingfeng was scared just by hearing his name, what is so powerful about him Murong Yixue?

Suddenly, Xie Ange casually pulled out the sword on Gu Qingfeng's waist, only to see the sword light flash, and blood flowers flew up, and the two people lying on the ground were originally just set on the jade pillow by Murong Yixue, but it was impossible to wake up at this time.

Ji Beishuang's face changed miserably, and he said in a trembling voice: "Gongzi Xie... What do you mean by that?"

Xie Ange didn't answer, the four of them turned pale, and they wanted to fly away for their lives, but Xie Ange's sword edge rose again, and three people had already lost their lives in an instant.

Only the Northern Hebei Shuangsha was left to avoid the rapid sword light, Xie Ange's figure swayed, the sword light was like lightning, and the strength was too strong, and he actually nailed the Northern Hebei Shuangsha and the sword to the ground, Xie Ange slowly pulled out the sword and handed it to Gu Qingfeng.

Gu Qingfeng was already trembling with fright, his wrist trembled and he took the sword, and almost fell to the ground, Xie Ange looked at him coldly, and said secretly, what kind of head does this person want to be if he is so bold? If it weren't for the sect master's intention to support him, I would have solved it with a sword.

Gu Qingfeng's surprise in his heart was because this gentle and elegant son had such a high martial arts, and he didn't know why Xie Ange suddenly made a move and killed his own people.

Xie Ange suddenly smiled strangely and asked, "Of course you are curious about why this is." ”

Gu Qingfeng said in a trembling voice: "This... They are not good at taking care of the hospital, and they are not good at doing things, and Xie Gongzi is good at killing, and he is good at killing. ”

Xie Ange suddenly straightened his face and said coldly: "Who said I killed them?"

Gu Qingfeng was stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Xie Ange glared at him, and said lightly: "Murong Yixue came to assassinate you, and killed all the disciples of the Guardian Academy under your sect, do you understand?"

Gu Qingfeng's eyes immediately lit up, and he stroked his palms and smiled: "Yes, just now Murong Yixue wanted to assassinate me, but was stopped by my disciples, Murong Yixue was ruthless, and actually killed them together." ”

Xie Ange suddenly smiled and said, "Do you still think he is a 'sword god' now?"

Gu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Gongzi Xie is the unparalleled sword god in the world, Murong Yixue he... At best, he's a sword boy who lifts a sword for you. ”

Xie Ange's eyes became as vicious as a poisonous snake, and he said hatefully: "Murong Yixue, tomorrow is your death..."

Of course, Murong Yixue didn't know about these things, he had already come to Yan Shuangqing's courtyard at this time, there were more guards and disciples here, there were sixteen people, Murong Yixue frowned secretly, and remembered the method that Hua Qingyi taught him.

It turned out that there was a secret door behind the Zhenwu Palace, when the disciples of the Huashan Sect were punished, they had to kneel in the Zhenwu Hall for several hours, at that time Yan Shuangqing and Hua Qingyi were young, so they thought of an opportunistic way, and the two slipped out of the secret door behind the Zhenwu Palace, and when the time limit for the master's punishment was approaching, they quickly returned to the hall and pretended to be fine.

Murong Yixue was speechless when she looked at this secret door, at that time, Yan Shuangqing and Hua Qingyi were just teenagers, and they happened to be able to get by easily by bowing down, and now Murong Yixue wants to get in like a cat and a dog, Murong Yixue smiled bitterly, Hua Qingyi didn't mean to be bad, so he told himself to visit Yan Shuangqing late at night in this way.

Murong Yixue finally passed the secret door, at this time the moonlight was like water, he lay on the ground and couldn't help but look up at the starry sky, but found a pair of bright eyes looking at him, and he was really startled.

The man was gorgeously dressed and his face was handsome, he just looked at Murong Yixue lightly, without saying a word, he suddenly raised the long sword on his waist and stabbed it, Murong Yixue recognized this swordsmanship, this is the 'Qingfeng Xu Lai' in the Huashan School's Peerless Qingfeng Thirteen Styles.

Who is this man? His swordsmanship is no longer weaker than Yan Shuangqing in the past.