Chapter 26 Blood Singing and Bones Singing Ye Weiyang
The wind in Liyou Valley was light and the clouds were light, and the sunset gradually disappeared, leaving only the pale moonlight.
Opposite, there are a total of seven martial arts celebrities, more than twenty sect masters, and dozens of top-notch masters. The remaining three hundred people are all martial arts practitioners who cannot be called heroes for the time being.
But here, the solemn man stood in front of everyone with his hands behind his back, and he was the only one to fight against them.
"Pavilion Master... do what you can." Hua Yu knew that she couldn't persuade the stubborn and cold and arrogant man, so she could only wait aside and wait for the opportunity to act, just in case.
"Who comes first?" The tone was calm and ruthless, and he didn't pay attention to the so-called decent people from the opposite family at all.
If the strongest person is allowed to challenge first, the whole alliance's sects will lose face if they lose; if the weakest person is allowed to go first, they are worried that the first place will be taken away and the limelight of their respective sects will be lost. Fuyu discussed with the leaders of other sects for a long time
It has just been decided that the first person to challenge is the proud disciple of the owner of Zhanjian Villa.
"I'm the incompetent disciple Liu of Zhanjian Villa——"
"Take action." Wei Moyan did not give the other party a chance to tell him his family background. For him, there was no need to describe his life in such detail with a corpse.
The disciples of Zhanjian Villa, who felt extremely humiliated by being interrupted, became furious. Without saying a word, they used all their strength to pick up their short swords and rush towards the cold and disgusting figure.
Confused. Fuyu's eyes were slightly cold.
Without even looking at who the other party is, rushing in so recklessly is tantamount to seeking death.
Seeing two snow blades coming towards him, Wei Moyan was neither nervous nor dodging. He took the long sword thrown by Shao Bi and struck it with his hands. The surging force of the two swords immediately turned into nothingness. Before the disciple could withdraw his sword and launch the second move,
Attack, a touch of coldness passed across the neck, and red liquid spurted out from under the chin, falling far on the slightly damp ground. Those horrified eyes did not see when the opponent made his hand, seven feet away
Before his body fell, he did not see how the sword licked his blood and took his life.
In an instant, one person was killed.
Everyone behind him was frightened. Although this disciple could hardly be ranked among the masters, he was not an unknown person. Just one move could determine his life or death. How unfathomable is the master of Poyue Pavilion?
The man in mysterious clothes stood indifferently in front of others, his face still expressionless, and his cold eyes swept across the people opposite him.
"Next, who?"
It seems that ordinary people come forward just to die. The master of Lingyun Seventh Pavilion pondered for a moment, then stepped forward with his hands clasped in fists: "Lingyun Seventh Pavilion, Ling Qiuse, ask Pavilion Master Wei for advice."
Lingyun Seven Hall is one of the ten martial arts sects. The owner of the hall, Ling Qiuse, holds a completely black ambergris crutch and the cold-shaking dagger in the sleeve of Mr. Yulong. They are both made from the same sacred stone and the same furnace. They are among the seven peerless magical weapons in today's martial arts.
1. It may seem inconspicuous but powerful, its weight is more than ten times that of a weapon of the same size, and its tail can be long or short, unpredictable, making it difficult to guard against, and its owner's own martial arts recuperation is also ranked first in the world.
Among the top ten.
Shao Bi Jiuhe and others were all sweating. They had been in Poyue Pavilion for a long time. They only knew that the master's kung fu was unfathomable, but they didn't know how powerful he was. They had no chance of winning against a master who was second only to the seven celebrities.
Only the master of the pavilion knows how big it is.
I didn't expect that such a strong opponent would come forward to challenge him so soon.
The crutch, which was darker than night, looked eerie and eerie in the twilight. The long sword in Wei Moyan's hand did not move, and he did not even make the slightest defensive gesture. Only a pair of cold eyes as deep as a cold pool were focused on the opponent's figure.
Like a weapon in his hands, Ling Qiu's figure also looked like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was attacking with strange footwork that he had never seen before. The figure didn't seem to be very fast. The strange thing was that no one could keep up with Ling.
The afterimage of the autumn colors flashed and danced, until there was a loud clang of gold and iron colliding, and then only a few people with good eyesight were lucky enough to see the moment when the crutch and the sword intersected.
It was still a seemingly casual attack, but the face of the master of Lingyun Seven Hall suddenly became as pale as a piece of paper, and he quickly took a few steps back, only to stop in front of his own group of people.
A mouthful of vermilion spurted out, and he actually suffered extremely serious internal injuries.
"A good weapon." Wei Moyan sighed, and raised the long sword in his hand, which had been broken in the confrontation a moment ago. Against the dragon saliva guai, Shao Bi's sword was just a child's toy. If the blow just now hadn't been added
The internal force caused Ling Qiuse to suffer internal injuries. At this moment, he must have been injured under the dragon's saliva.
"Good work." After spitting out the redness in his chest, Ling Qiuse also praised him enthusiastically, "Pavilion Master Wei has pure internal energy and good skills. I am ashamed of myself. I lost this battle."
Among many masters, Ling Qiuse is considered an extremely upright and heroic person. Although he was defeated just now because he did not expect that the opponent would use his inner strength on the sword, he has no regrets at all. Losing means winning, and losing means winning. He will never do it for the sake of face or
Others refused to admit it. Facing the young and limitless Wei Moyan, he had no hatred or disgust, but more appreciation and admiration.
"If there is a chance in the future, Ling would like to find a place to discuss three hundred moves with Pavilion Master Wei. I wonder if Pavilion Master Wei can give him a favor?"
"Master Ling, why should he let someone else's ambition destroy his own prestige? Even if he is willing, he must be able to leave alive." Behind him, a cold female voice shouted, it was the master of Jinxiu Palace again.
The woman's fierceness and irritability contrasted sharply with the man's silence and coldness. With a cold gaze, the Lord of Jinxiu Palace could no longer hold back. He raised his hand and shot out a row of silver leaves, hitting Wei Moyan's vital points.
"What a poisonous woman. Fortunately, the master of the pavilion never knows how to show mercy to women." Shao Bi shook his head. Hidden weapons were the least threatening weapon to Wei Moyan and the one he hated the most. The master of Jinxiu Palace was destined to die miserably.
As expected, the master of Poyue Pavilion, who had not missed even half a step in both games, was moving rapidly. His black robe and red clothes were as sharp as a dragon. He held a broken sword lightly with a few sword flowers in his hand. The thin blade was reflected in the near-dark night.
Several rays of fire were reflected, followed by a scream, and the middle-aged woman riding on the horse suddenly fell to the ground.
Each of the twelve silver leaves was deeply embedded in the chest, and blood surged like a spring.
No matter the movement, no matter the sword, the dragon among men could not hide its brilliance and soared into the sky, frightening the gentlemen who were eager to try.
So what kind of amazing talent and beauty is needed to achieve such perfection in just half a life? Is the young man in black clothes, black hair, and black eyes in front of me really a demon rather than a human being? Or is it already destined by the gods in the ninth level of the sky?
Will he become the overlord of the martial arts world, with the world under his control?
There was a long silence, and no one dared to step forward.
"Continue." The indifferent face without any expression was shocking. The head was raised proudly, and the sword in his hand was not stained with blood.
The killings he has committed are far more than that, but tonight he can kill happily without having to worry about the silent woman who is always guarding behind him being injured. After killing them, no one can stop him from completing his hegemony.
The night is like blood, soaked in blood, and the blood is endless all night long, playing the sobbing sound of killing.
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