Feng Mu waved his hand towards the corpse of Akita Shinno, and Feng Mu actually gave birth to a trace of respect for this Japanese sword saint in his heart.

Respecting strong opponents is to achieve oneself and make oneself continue to grow.

Feng Mu no longer paid attention to the corpses on the battlefield, and then turned his head and walked down the mountain. As soon as he reached the halfway point of the hill, An Miaoxin stepped forward to ask where the injury was, and she could bandage him. Feng Mu smiled at her, then took off his shirt, there were several knife wounds on it, An Miaoxin applied the golden medicine to his wounds, and then carefully bandaged it.

"Fortunately, with you as a miracle doctor by my side, I who didn't have a long life, with your care, I may be able to live a few more years. Feng Mu said. An Miaoxin scolded the "crow's mouth", and then deliberately increased the force, Feng Mu shouted in pain.

"Your injuries are not serious, although the skin injuries look horrifying, but they do not hurt your muscles and bones, so don't say those unlucky words. An Miaoxin looked at Feng Mu, she was worried about him before, but Feng Mu was still able to laugh with her now, and she was relieved.

After bandaging, Feng Mu said thank you, and looked at the big white ape, only to see the big white ape carrying Hu Erya on his back, looking at Feng Mu with interest on the side, this spirit beast has already understood human nature, has known Feng Mu for so long, regards him as a friend, and has no hostility towards him.

The little finch Hu Erya slowly woke up, opened her eyes and saw the white gauze wrapped around Feng Mu's head, and asked nervously: "Brother Mu, how do you feel, why don't we stop and rest for a few days before we go?"

"Silly girl, you look at the way I look like I'm alive and well, do you seem to have something wrong? ”

Feng Mu said softly, all along, there was a faint guilt in his heart, this sister he met halfway can be said to be benevolent and righteous to him, but Feng Mu has been involved in many times for her to hurt herself. At this time, Feng Mu already had the ability to protect her, and naturally he didn't want that to happen again.

Hu Erya was still a little weak, she shook her head yes, and said, "It's okay, as long as Brother Mu is safe and sound, it doesn't matter if I lose some vitality." ”

An Miaoxin listened to the conversation between the two, looked at Feng Mu's handsome face, and then looked at Erya's serious face, and there was a sour feeling in her heart, she smiled slightly wryly, and said calmly: "Okay, okay, your bodies are not suitable for long-distance travel, let's find a place to cultivate first." ”

After walking for a while, the three of them settled down in a small inn, which was relatively remote and not very crowded.

The night was already deep, the two red faces had already fallen asleep, the big white ape was still snoring, and Feng Mu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, running the true qi in his body. Now his foundation is stable, but the realm of cultivation has not been improved for a long time, Feng Mu has seen many martial artists with advanced realms, and he also knows that a higher realm is as arrogant and domineering as Mount Tai is overpowering.

The stars were shining at night, and the moon was obscured by a cloud of clouds, and from time to time he poked his head out and gazed at the quiet land. Feng Mu had already run the true qi in his body for a week, and when he was about to rest, he suddenly felt a burst of awe-inspiring murderous aura, like a wind blowing in his face.

The door of the room he was in was blown open, Feng Mu's pupils contracted, and he was on guard, and in the dim light, he finally saw a familiar figure. This man was holding a katana in his hand, and the night breeze gently stirred the candle, and through the faint light, Feng Mu could see his face clearly.

This person was none other than Junichi Nagano, the opponent that Feng Mu wanted to pursue.

What he was carrying in his hand turned out to be the famous knife "Weeping Moon" that Akita Nobuno was still holding firmly in his hand before he died, Feng Mu had never felt such an awe-inspiring killing intent on him, and at the same time stared at him coldly.

"My teacher, but death at your hands?"

Junichi Nagano's tone is flat, his words are clear, and he is full of energy, and he has completely learned the official dialect of the Central Plains. Feng Mu couldn't help but be shocked when he heard his words, from seeing the katana in his hand just now, he guessed that Junichi Nagano had something to do with Nobuno Akita, who was artesian with Daoichi, and he didn't expect him to be his disciple.

It turned out that the fate of the two had already been sealed, and the previous battle between these two old enemies was extremely fierce, but from now on, they will have to fight each other with their lives. Feng Mu nodded calmly, he didn't need to deny it, because the most lethal sword of Akita Nobuno was the one he stabbed out.

Although he also wanted to defeat that opponent completely on strength, Nobuno Akita, who had an old injury, couldn't wait for him for that long. There is a huge gap between the realms of the two, and the death of Akita Nobuno has accelerated the process of Feng Mu's growth.

"You're here to avenge your master?"

Feng Mu opened his mouth to ask, Junichi Nagano shook his head slightly, and said, "Although the master died in your hands, the person who really killed him was himself. The reason why I came to you is to fulfill the duty of a disciple and cut a knife for him. ”

Nodding seriously, Feng Mu looked at Junichi Nagano, and then said softly, "Those friends of mine are resting, can you not wake them up?"

"Yes. ”

"Then let's go out into the wilderness. ”

Feng Mu said, took the "Evening Night" sword, passed by Junichi Nagano, and walked straight outside. He couldn't feel the murderous aura of that Senran, before Junichi Nagano released his murderous aura in order to attract his attention, and now that the two have decided to compete, Junichi Nagano completely restrained his breath.

After a few jumps, Feng Mu's figure had disappeared into the night, and Junichi Nagano moved and followed. In this quiet night sky, the two figures are like goshawks sweeping the sky, swift and incomparable.

Coming to the wilderness, Feng Mu looked at Junichi Nagano and said: "Before the competition, I have a request, if I lose, you can naturally take my head and pay tribute to your master, if I win by luck, you must withdraw from the Central Plains, and you are not allowed to set foot in the Central Plains for twenty years, this is also the agreement between my master and your master back then, what do you think?"

Jun Nagano held the handle of the knife in one hand, stared at Feng Mu's hand intently, and said flatly: "Yes." ”

He has been practicing in Wudang for many years, and he is confident that he is already familiar with the martial arts of the Central Plains, but Feng Mu does not know much about Japanese martial arts, although he knows some ninjutsu that conceals his breath, but after all, it is only a part of Japanese martial arts.

Thinking of this, Junichi Nagano rushed to attack first, his knife was not unsheathed, but when it was chopped down, the domineering sword qi had already cut a crack on the ground that was more than a foot long.

Unexpectedly, the opponent made such a quick move, Feng Mu, who could dodge the attack, lightly totoed, swept a big tree, and swept to another big tree without stopping. Junichi Nagano's attack followed, and the two big trees were split in half after Feng Mu left.

From the very beginning, Feng Mu lost the opportunity, but he relied on his clever light skills to shuttle between the trees, waiting for the opportunity to fight back. (To be continued.) )