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Chapter 449: Lonely Stone Song

Thinking of such devastation, he had not yet reached Mu Hao's limit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The playful smile on the corner of Chennan's mouth is also getting more and more prosperous. His right hand was raised again, and the fierce refining sword qi appeared like a torrent, hitting the mountain rock standing in front of the waterfall, and suddenly the gravel flew sideways, shooting in the direction of Mu Hao.

"Woo!" The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually increased, and the afterglow of Mu Hao's eyes swept over the flying rocks in the distance. In this way, he not only has to deal with the rocks falling from above, but also has to face the rocks in front of him.

"Click, click, click, ・・・・・・" Mu Hao's figure was erratic, his right hand swept straight across the mountains and rocks in front of him, while his left hand was to cope with the mountains and rocks tumbling above. Under such terrifying pressure, Mu Hao didn't have any sense of exhaustion, but an indescribable sense of comfort.

This sensation made him faster and faster, and the strength of his fingers became more and more terrifying. Seeing this scene, Chen Nan's eyebrows raised slightly, and vaguely, he sensed the breath in Mu Hao's body, and he was about to soar at a terrifying speed: "Going to break through?"

At the moment when Mu Hao completely shattered the mountain rock, his erratic figure suddenly tore open the waterfall, swept straight up the towering mountain rock, sat on it, and formed a cultivation handprint with his hands, and the energy transformed by his Hongmeng Qi raged in Mu Hao's body like a tide.

This comfortable feeling has never been forgotten by Mu Hao. He knew that under Chen Nan's deliberate pressure, he had completely come into contact with his own shackles, and whether he could break through it depended on this moment. After a month of hard work, Mu Hao knew that the flesh and cells in his body in front of him were in a state similar to a sponge. With the infusion of Hongmeng Qi energy, these energies are like a liquid integrated into cells, flesh, and bones.

In a trance, Mu Hao felt that his body seemed to become a dry lake, and with the integration of these energies, the feeling of comfort became more and more abundant. Until the end, the majestic mana surging in Mu Hao's meridians, like a river flowing into the sea. Under Mu Hao's control, at an extremely violent speed, he poured towards the dantian. In an instant, a roar sounded in Mu Hao's mind at the same time.

"Boom!" This feeling like a silkworm breaking through a cocoon made Mu Hao very intoxicated. However, what brought Mu Hao more was expectation, he knew that the next thing was to confirm, and it was time for him to guess whether it was accurate, "When he broke through to the half-step Yuanying, Shi Song's phantom appeared, and now he has broken through to the half-step refining void, if his guess is correct, now should be the time to fully comprehend the sword killing technique." ”。

"Could this be the case?" Mu Hao restrained his slightly excited mood, his heart was like water, and then he seemed to see that a man in white was telling about his swordsmanship and everything. Chen Nan looked at Mu Hao with a little surprise, and with his sharp perception, he could detect the changes in Mu Hao's body.

That surging force made the air ripple with debut ripples, and in Chen Nan's gaze, there were also ripples from debut dao. He knew that Mu Hao had only broken through to the ninth layer of Yuanying a month ago. In other words, it was less than two months since Mu Hao entered the ninth layer of Yuanying, but in less than two months, he was able to hit the bottleneck?

"Although this little guy's cultivation is crazy, the accumulation of just two months is far from enough. If he wants to forcibly break through, I'm afraid it will take several months to consolidate his cultivation, and even leave hidden dangers to his body. Chen Nan frowned slightly, and when he stepped into the void, he shot towards Mu Hao like a wild goose.

However, before Chennan stepped into the area, Mu Hao was a few feet away. The pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and a shocked look covered his face in an instant, and the soles of his raised feet suddenly froze in mid-air. A feeling that made Chennan's body cold instantly flooded Chennan's whole body. Chennan noticed that the waterfalls and pools that tumbled down were freezing into ice at a terrifying speed, and even the warm sunlight was frozen in mid-air.

What kind of power is this? Chen Nan felt an inexplicable chill when he cultivated a weak powerhouse, as if as long as he took another step forward, then that kind of power would completely freeze himself. Raising his eyes slightly, Chen Nan's gaze fell on Mu Hao's calm face, under the illumination of the sun, the latter's face was as white as jade, and a faint frost appeared between his sword eyebrows, which was crystal clear.

"Is this power coming from Mu Hao?" Chen Nan twisted together, but his tone was uncertain: "How can there be such a terrifying power in his body?" No, this power comes from the sword momentum, and the sword momentum leads to the vision of heaven and earth, what kind of sword power is this?"

Chen Nan whispered softly, afraid of disturbing Mu Hao, and walked back. At this moment, the goose-feathered snow fluttered down in the warm sunlight. When the snow floc fell on Chen Nan's shoulders, Chen Nan's whole body was excited, and even stretched out his hand to support these snow flocs, his eyes showed a shocked look, and he attracted the vision of heaven and earth with his sword momentum, which required what a terrifying sword momentum to do.

"It's hard to see. Chen Nan muttered softly, but there was a wary look in his eyes. He didn't know what Mu Hao was doing now, but he was sure of it: "Mu Hao can't be disturbed in any way." ”。

And just when Chen Nan was stunned, Mu Hao had already found that he seemed to be in an ancient road at dusk, and the snow was falling in a stream. At this moment, a white-clothed figure like snow stepped on the hurried afterglow, waking up the wind and snow. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the plum blossoms blooming in the wind on both sides of the ancient road have lost their original color, even if the world in front of them has lost its color and is dull.

Seeing this familiar back, Mu Hao should have been ecstatic, but at this moment, his state of mind was like the ice and snow that the distant mountains did not melt, quiet as snow.

"Shi Song senior. Mu Hao muttered softly. And at this very moment. The snow-like figure stopped in vain, as if hearing Mu Hao's self-muttering, raised his head, but did not look at Mu Hao, but at the end of the ancient road.

Mu Hao also raised his head and looked at the end of the ancient road, only to see a dazzling sword light coming at a gallop.

"Assassination!" was Mu Hao's only thought. His gaze was fixed on the falling snow, as if he hadn't noticed the sword light. At the moment when the sword light was about to touch the white clothes, Mu Hao noticed that he calmly held the black sheath long sword in the form of a strange form behind him, followed by a cold sword light, rippling out and blending into the snowstorm.

"Poof!" At the moment when he drew his sword, a blood lotus bloomed in the wind. Immediately after that, the figure that came at a gallop fell to the ground, splashing scarlet all over the ground.

"It's a very elegant murderous swordfight. Mu Hao muttered, but his gaze stopped on his movements. I saw Shi Song slowly raise the ancient long sword in his hand, and gently blew up the blood beads that swirled around it, and the blood beads gently drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and fell in the wind and snow. In the blink of an eye, it was covered by the wind and snow, and the sword peak became as pale as snow again.

Mu Hao looked at the sword peak, and a side face as pale as snow was reflected on it.

"There will always be an inexhaustible treacherous person in this world, and when you stab people in the throat with your sword, you see blood bloom under your sword. You can always see the splendor of that moment, and you will know that that kind of beauty, there is absolutely nothing like it. ”

The cold voice was like snow wool on the ground, Mu Hao looked at the white-clothed figure in the distance, and then looked at the corpse on the ground that was covered by the wind and snow, raised his head to look at the snow fluttering in the sky, and couldn't help but say: "Loneliness as pale as snow." ”。

The slanting sun, the clothes as pale as snow, the sword peak, the side face, and the loneliness, as if imprinted in it. With his steps, Mu Hao walked to the end of the ancient road at dusk. There is a mountain there, Wanmei Mountain, but there is not a single plum tree in the villa, but Mu Hao can smell the fragrance of flowers. Shi Song stands upright, like a sculpture that has stood there since ancient times.

Looking at this figure, Mu Hao couldn't help but think that when he saw Shi Song for the first time, he also saw a touch of loneliness in Shi Song's eyes, which was a kind of loneliness that was left behind and independent, and detached from the red dust. And Mu Hao also saw loneliness in Shi Song's always indifferent and cold eyes, it was a kind of loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was pale and powerless, but when he held the ancient sword behind his back, this loneliness seemed to be insignificant.