Junichi Nagano slashed down with his sword one by one, and the three big trees broke off in response. Feng Mu turned around and blocked with the "Evening Night" sword, and the two sword qi intertwined with each other, destroying flowers and rain, and leaves flying.

Feng Mu performed Ling Xubu, and Junichi Nagano performed ninjutsu, and the figures of the two were fleeting, like shadows, in the woods, like ghosts.

It was only a moment of effort, and the two of them had already dismantled each other more than ten times, the trees in the grove were broken countless times, Feng Mu stepped on a big tree, flew up, and then used his clever body to form a huge whirlpool in mid-air, attacking towards Junichi Nagano.

This move is the "Apricot Blossom Spring Rain" in "Tianshui Eighteen Styles", Feng Mu has been practicing Shushan swordsmanship for more than ten years, and he has already mastered those moves. In different situations, he can also use different moves against the enemy, and different combinations of moves can exert the greatest power.

The spring rain of apricot blossoms, the moves are dense and endless, enveloping Junichi Nagano's whole body in it, and Junichi Nagano's clothes have been cut through countless tears, and even his face has been cut. Junichi Nagano's indifferent face finally revealed a trace of sadness, he clenched his teeth, and slashed his sword back, and the sword qi soared into the sky.

Feng Mu turned sideways to dodge the domineering sword, but his right arm was injured by the sword qi, and his hand with the sword was no longer as handy as before. The battle between Junichi Nagano and Feng Mu was already inseparable, and with the help of a severed tree trunk, he used Wudang's Tiyun Vertical to rush up at once, but before he blinked, he had already appeared in front of Feng Mu's eyes.

Feng Mu was shocked, he didn't expect this injured person to have such a figure, Feng Mu's pupils contracted, his right hand became weak, he barely lifted the long sword, and then wanted to use the moves of "Tianshui Eighteen Styles", it was already a little difficult.

I saw Junichi Nagano wave his arm, not using the Wudang swordsmanship, but using Fusang's strange moves, he held the knife in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, he had already made two moves, two slashes, one horizontal and one vertical, forming a cross posture, attacking towards Feng Mu.

This kind of attack is really dangerous, Feng Mu can no longer dodge, no matter how he dodges left and right, he will fall into the opponent's attack. At this time, Feng Mu chose to face it, only to see him stab out with a sword, it was the "Storm", and the move was like a summer rainstorm, facing the move that Junichi Nagano attacked.

At this time, Feng Mu felt as if his arm was about to break, and the pain was indescribable, he knew that he had reached the end of the strong crossbow, if he was consuming, he would die under the sword of the other party within three moves.

Feng Mu frowned, this situation has happened many times, and he has no danger every time, and he can always turn the danger into a disaster at the last moment. Only a slight sound was heard, and the sword moves of the two collided with each other, and the air vibrated away, and the trees of those trees must have been destroyed by the rippling sword qi, and the branches and leaves were ruined.

Because of the battle between the two, those trees were not spared, and all of them were destroyed, and the grove was razed to the ground. The battle between the two had reached the most critical period, and in this uninhabited grove, the two actually stopped at the same time.

Feng Mu quietly looked at Junichi Nagano in front of him, with a little starlight, Junichi Nagano had a few traces of blood on his face, and the blood had stopped from a wound that had been cut.

"Why don't you use the strongest move?" Feng Mu asked calmly, this person had the martial arts technique, but he didn't use it at all, and Feng Mu also saw it in the fight, the other party had reservations from the beginning and did not use all his strength.

Junichi Nagano looked at Feng Mu, and finally wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and Feng Mu's right arm trembled involuntarily, Junichi Nagano looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, of course he had already seen that if the opponent in front of him wanted to use the sword again, the arm would definitely be useless.

"Didn't you also fail to exert your full strength, the essence of Shushan swordsmanship, it should be more than that, right?"

Feng Mu changed the night sword in his hand to his left hand, in fact, he had also practiced the left-handed sword, but when he was fighting against people, he never used it, in order to win by surprise. This is his killer weapon, although he is not left-handed, but the left hand sword takes several times longer than the right hand sword.

Junichi Nagano looked at it calmly, and seemed to be very satisfied with Feng Mu's approach, seeing that Feng Mu was finally going to use all his strength, the blood in his body began to boil. Feng Mu used the true qi in his body, and the true qi swelled, driving his clothes to scatter.

Junichi Nagano also used the true qi in his body, brewing ninjutsu, his gaze was hot, and it seemed that he was about to breathe fire. The two faced off for a moment, but the air seemed to burn, the leaves in the vicinity were already a little burnt, and the battle between the two was about to break out.

A drop of rain fell from the sky, fell on Feng Mu's forehead, smoked in an instant, and then evaporated. Feng Mu was not distracted by this, his fire separation skill had entered a certain realm, and at this time, his whole body was like a furnace.

With the first drop of water, thousands of raindrops will follow the drops, and in the quiet woods, the rain will fall tricklingly, dripping on the leaves and blades of grass, as if countless spring silkworms are eating mulberry leaves.

Junichi Nagano, who was standing opposite Feng Mu, the corners of his mouth hooked a slight arc, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared suddenly, Feng Mu closed his eyes, he couldn't feel the breath of the other party, and the naked eye couldn't see the other party's figure clearly, so at this time, he could only act on his instincts.

Suddenly, the rain falling in the sky was turbulent because of the true qi waves of the two of them, and the rain infused with true qi penetrated countless leaves, and where the two of them stood, it was difficult for those rains to enter anymore.

Feng Mu stabbed out with a backhand sword, he didn't have any confidence in this sword, he just stabbed this sword out by instinct, just because he knew that the other party would definitely attack from his left hand. Junichi Nagano's right chest was pierced by Feng Muyi's sword, and his face showed an incredible expression, although his ninjutsu was not at its peak, but no one in the Central Plains martial arts could distinguish it.

However, he was caught by the other party and pierced by a sword, such a shame that he had never encountered in his life, and the blazing flame in Junichi Nagano's eyes gradually extinguished.

On the other hand, Feng Mu, the rain dripped on his forehead and ran down his cheeks, and his whole body was already soaked. He felt a tingling pain in his abdomen, and when he looked down, he realized that Junichi Nagano's Weeping Moon Knife had pierced through his body. Blood mixed with rain soaked his clothes, and at this time, there was a smell of blood in the grove.

The two of them drew their sharp weapons at the same time, and they both wanted to give each other a fatal blow at this critical time, but when the two stabbed each other, because their true anger was vented out, and they were suppressed by the opponent's strong True Yuan, it was impossible to launch a second attack. The two retreated at the same time, facing each other in the rain, and after a while, Feng Mu took the lead and said: "We have no victory, why don't we fight again in this year's Laba Festival?"

Feng Mu made a tactic, of course Junichi Nagano would accept it, the time was decided by Feng Mu, then the location was decided by him, which was also the rule of the Central Plains martial arts. I only heard Junichi Nagano say lightly: "Well, on that day, we will compete on the drunken dream floor in Jiaxing." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, then turned around and disappeared into the rain. Feng Mu clutched his abdomen, this time he was injured, not as good as before, the blood seemed to be difficult to be blocked, fortunately, there was a divine doctor An Miaoxin by his side, Feng Mu had no fear, and walked towards the small inn. (To be continued.) )