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Since Qin Mu and Bi Xuan have been fighting, they have made nearly a hundred hard moves, all over the body, there is no pain, the eight veins of the strange meridians, none of them is not as hot as fire, but Bi Xuan is fighting more and more bravely, and his kung fu has been vividly played, and there is a faint flash of red under the bronzed skin, obviously not only with all his strength, but even with a lot of kung fu, in this fierce battle, there is also diligence.

I saw him raise his head and laugh wildly, his subordinates kept fighting, punching around Qin Mu's body, and the laughter in his mouth gradually turned into a human voice, but turned into the long howl of the wolf howling moon, and the bun on his head also spread out, and the black hair fluttered in the night sky, and the tips of his hair were red.

Qin Mu struggled to support himself under his stormy attack, and the bottom of the silt under his feet turned into scorched earth, cracked, and smoke and dust rose all around.

This night is so beautiful, who would have thought that there would be such a gorgeous battle in this deserted place?

Qin Mu was in this nirvana situation, but his heart was like the bright moon, he didn't think about it, and the movements in his hands turned into instinct, blocking left and right, without retreating, but there were more and more blood stains on the corners of his mouth, his face became more and more pale, and occasionally sweat droplets dripped down, and he couldn't even land, so he was evaporated by the high temperature in the air.

But his martial arts thoughts, his body, and even the future path in the dark, in this Bi Xuan's roar, at the moment when he was on the line of life and death, suddenly seemed to shine brightly, a heart lamp, in his mind, illuminating the whole body.

Qin Mu knew that although he was able to fight with Bi Xuan in the early days, his martial arts characteristics were not suitable for a long time, and the martial arts in the dragon and snake all paid attention to killing people with one blow, and Qin Mu was naturally no exception, every attack he had was full strength, and even exceeded, but this style of play consumed too much of the body, Bi Xuan had a profound true qi cultivation, and if he continued to fight for such a long time, he would inevitably be killed by him.

He is not a person who is afraid of death, but at this time, when he saw the way forward, he naturally did not want to die such a meaningless death, and the idea of survival in his heart suddenly flourished.

But the more his heart moved, the quieter his god became, and he saw that he slowly contracted his defensive circle, and the amplitude of his hands became smaller and smaller, as if he had been beaten by Bi Xuan and had no power to fight back.

Only he knows that the fierce fighting spirit in his heart, at this time of internal and external difficulties, was slowly tempered, polished, and turned into his most decisive style, in his chest, eager to try.

Bi Xuan seemed to be strolling leisurely, one punch after another gradually lost the breath of fireworks, but the strength in the punch did not increase but decreased, without a trace of killing intent, majestic, but it made people unavoidable, this is his majesty and bearing as the first Turkic person.

He suddenly sighed for the person in front of him in his heart: "I was a rare genius in the world, but today I want to die at my hands, I only blame you for being from the Central Plains." ”

When he reaches this realm, he is not a hypocrite, but at the same time, a person who is wholeheartedly devoted to martial arts, how can he not know the other party's heart? Qin Mu Bixuan, who is also a seeker on the road of martial arts, is a pity that today, how can he not be a pity when he meets each other?

In the world, what is more tragic than the twilight of the hero and the white-headed beauty is probably that the hero died early before he could shine in this world.

It was this moment of distraction, Bi Xuan felt that the momentum of the person in front of him had suddenly changed, he knew that it was not good, and immediately returned to his senses, crossed half a zhang with an unpredictable body style, came to Qin Mu's body, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped Qin Mu's head.

But where is the time?

I saw Qin Mu's face unprecedentedly solemn, looking at his flying figure, there was no trace of waves in his eyes, just raised his right hand, turned his thumb inward, turned into a knife with one palm, and slashed in front of him from top to bottom.

The trick that has been tempered in my heart for thousands of years, without a trace of mystery, without a little change, just cut straight like this.

The palm seemed to split into the air, not slashing at Bi Xuan, but three feet in front of him, slashing down, but Bi Xuan felt as if he was hitting up, all the previously anticipated offensive lines were cut off by this palm, and even himself, as if he had thrown himself into a net, drilled into the palm wind.

Seven Styles of Divine Power - Slashing Knife!

Qin Mu learned the knife since he was a child, and then learned the national arts, and never held a knife against the enemy, but he was immersed in it for many years, and he forgot the knife, and the accumulation in the main world and the laughing and proud world were turned into this knife, and today, finally appeared.

Chopping the knife, dividing life and death, Qin Mu used this move, that is, the unwilling anger under Bi Xuan's offensive, helplessness and despair, turned into this knife, with all the meaning of survival, all the heart of fame and fortune, and even cut himself down, I saw that after he stabbed it, there was no more move, the whole body was empty, there was no true qi, and his physical strength was overdrawn, and only his people were left, independent of this vast wildness.

Bi Xuan was not as quiet as him at this time, I saw that his palms were suddenly open, his five fingers were erect, and he connected the dots on Qin Mu's arm, intending to ease the knife momentum, but Qin Mu's lifelong skills and thoughts, where was it so easy to dodge, I saw that he snorted, and there was already a blood mark on his chest.

This knife actually injured Bi Xuan, who had been crisscrossing the grassland for fifty years, for the first time, only to see him look at Qin Mu fixedly, his eyes flashed with surprise, but there was no trace of anger, only to hear him ask: "Good knife, is it famous?"

Qin Mu's eyes were not on him, he just raised his head, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "Sword name slashing thoughts, I created this trick myself, and I have never used it, only today I know that if it were not for the belief of giving up everything, I would not have used this trick, and thanks to Wu Zun, I have been forced to a desperate situation today." ”

"This knife should make the way for me. With that, Qin Mu clasped his hands into fists and saluted Bi Xuan.

Qin Mu made a move, and found that he had finally grasped the direction of his own martial arts, and he saluted, not to thank the person in front of him, but to thank this party for the battle, martial artist, what a blessing to be able to get an opponent and fight happily.

Bi Xuan laughed suddenly, and also hugged his fists, spurting blood from his mouth, and said solemnly: "Chop the knife, cut others and cut yourself, good spirit, if you don't die this time, in the coming day, I will be in Turkic, and I will cook wine to wait for you." ”

He himself was also seriously injured, although he also knew that Qin Mu was weaker than him, but he was a martial artist, not only could not be defeated, but he could not even defeat Qin Mu again in the near future, I was afraid that he would be able to kill Qin Mu, but he would be in danger. He is the pride of the Turks and the biggest barrier of the Turks, and he is seriously injured today, so it is conceivable that this steppe will not be peaceful. For example, the demon marshal Zhao Deyan, Yun Shuai, the Daming Sect Venerable and even Tiele and other clans are like wolves, waiting for this Turkic guardian saint to reveal their flaws. Therefore, both know that this battle is over.

His words were to tell Qin Mu that if he could go back alive, one day, Qin Mu would truly gain the same status as Bi Xuan, and they would fight again.

Bi Xuan was originally injured at this time, with blood on his face, and he was embarrassed, but his bearing was like that, and he had a convincing charm.

Qin Mu looked at him and replied with a smile, "Yes." ”

Bi Xuan had already ignored him, turned his head and jumped, flew on the treasure horse, clamped his legs, and walked into the distance.

Qin Mu watched him go away with a smile, looked up, and fainted in the river that had just broken the ice beside him.