Chapter five hundred and eighty first peak decisive breeze cut
Just as Murong Xuan and Tingxiang Tower Master were about to have a peak duel, Tingxiang Xiaoxie, Youlanju people, Jun Buhui and others rushed over one after another. Both sides were circulated by this top-notch master.
The pressure that came out was so strong that he couldn't breathe. He didn't even dare to look up and see these two people like the god of killing.
At this time, a bitter smile appeared in Lin Yu's heart. He did not move or say a word. He just secretly used his skills to heal his wounds, quietly becoming a docile elk, sitting and watching the two tigers fight.
Murong Xuan and Tingxiang Tower Master both knew that the other party’s martial arts were unfathomable, and they couldn’t figure out the other party’s true background. They knew very well that even if they could defeat the other party, they would be greatly damaged.
Although the injured tiger can also suppress the sheep, no one can guarantee that it will kill another wolf to reap the benefits of the fisherman. After all, there are almost all the Dongchangs in the world in recent years.
If the figures of the Western Region Demon Sect and the Dark Heliu are not as good as those of the Qingcheng Conference, even the children in the street would not believe it, let alone those who stand at the top of the rivers and lakes.
Master Xianglou and Murong Xuan?
In this way, the master of Tingxiang Tower and Murong Xuan confronted each other for more than half an hour. Neither of the two sides took action nor spoke, but just fought invisibly with their eyes and momentum.
The two of them did not move, and Jun Buhui, Lan Ruo and others naturally did not dare to make a decision without permission. They all looked at each other with glaring. If the eyes could really be said to be killing people, I am afraid that this small area would have blood flowed into a river and corpses were floating everywhere.
The atmosphere seemed extremely depressing and dull, and no one dared to say a word, let alone move. Some people felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but they were afraid that they would miss a rare encounter in a century after leaving like this.
A good show.
At this time, a gust of wind blew over, falling leaves, and passing by everyone, leaving a nearly crying howling whistling!
"Look, there are people there!" A shout came from the foot of the mountain, breaking the silence of death for more than an hour.
It turned out that it was the group of people from the rivers and lakes who came to attend the Qingcheng Conference at the foot of the mountain. They noticed the abnormality on Wanjian Mountain and rushed to the scene. Of course, as the host, the people from Zangjian Villa were naturally among them.
In less than half an hour, the green bamboo forest had already gathered seven or eight hundred people. It was crowded with people, surrounded by water.
The owner of Zangjian Villa Qi Mucheng, Ximen Piaoxue, Afeng, Lin Yong, Yan Yun, and the big-eared monster Tiantu with the six doors and Wang Long from the East Factory. Even the one who has never liked the lively place.
There was a hint of redness in Jiangnan, and he had already arrived here at this time.
The owner of Tingxiang and Murong Xuan rarely appear in the world, so many people only know their names and do not see them. Moreover, they all look extremely mysterious when they cover their faces with black robe and gauze cover their faces.
The onlookers began to whisper in a low voice.
"I dare to ask the two seniors why they came to my Tibetan Sword Villa?" Such a scene is undoubtedly a good choice. Qi Mucheng, the old fox, naturally understands the truth. However, this place is Wanjian Mountain, and they Tibetan Sword Villa.
In his territory, others were causing trouble at his doorstep. If he didn't say a few words, he would naturally be unable to speak. He had to bite the bullet and ask respectfully.
At this time, neither Tingxiang Tower Master nor Murong Xuan paid attention to him, and Jun Buhui, Lan Ruo and others also said nothing. It was quite embarrassing that he was the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa.
Looking at the world today, there are not many people who dare to blatantly destroy him Qi Mucheng? If it were normal, he would have been so angry. But at this time, he would not even breathe.
, and even felt trembling, for fear that these two killer-like figures would get angry and attack him.
"Master, the eldest lady is not here." Park Ying next to him stepped forward and muttered in a low voice to Qi Mucheng who was in great embarrassment.
Qi Mucheng has been in a state of uneasy these two days and feels that something big will happen. Now when he heard Park Ying's words, he was shocked. Even after glanced at the crowd, he did not notice Qi Xiang's
The traces were already in chaos at that time. Lin Yu and Xiaotian were here, so this girl would definitely follow him, but...
Thinking of this, Qi Mucheng didn't dare to continue thinking, so he immediately put all his eyes on Lin Yu, and asked with a trembling voice: "Lin Yu, where is Xiang'er, why isn't she here?"
Lin Yu, who was calm just now, heard this, and immediately rolled in his heart, and he kept muttering to himself: "Yes, where is Xiang'er,
Where did Xiang'er go?"
When Lin Yu thought of this, he subconsciously looked around again. At this moment, he hoped that Xiang'er's silly girl could giggle at her and talk about the interesting things from the past to him. But now she is not here.
Even he didn't know where he went...
Lin Yu held Qingcheng's tears tightly in his palm. His bright eyes were as dull as the remaining stars, confused and confused. I wonder where to look?
"Lin Yu, what about the eldest lady, hasn't he been with you all the time?" Park Ying next to him also felt something was wrong when he saw Lin Yu's sad expression. He immediately ignored the others and asked urgently.
One sentence.
"Xiang'er, she..." Lin Yu subconsciously glanced at the tears in his hand, and said a few words. The scene in the cave before began to roll in his mind again.
When he got up, he even had the urge to go crazy.
"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Lin asked with a puzzled expression. This was the first time he saw Lin Yu so sad.
"Brother Lin, what happened?" Afeng and Yan Yun were puzzled and asked.
At this time, everyone's attention was shifted to Lin Yu, looking forward to the answer in his mouth.
Lin Yu's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse, and his expression was even a little dazed. His originally resolute and calm eyes actually became dodging this time, as if he was struggling in pain.
Murong Xuan and Tingxiang Tower Master, who were in the confrontation, also turned their attention from each other to Lin Yu.
Although the owner of Tingxiang guessed a few points, he was only half aware of it, and a few incomprehension appeared on his expression.
All of this was almost designed by Murong Xuan, and almost all of it happened under his nose, so he naturally knew about this. However, he didn't say anything, just like the owner of Tingxiang.
Looking at Lin Yu with great interest.
Faced with the crowd's questioning, Lin Yu really didn't know what to do. Xiang'er, Xiang'er, how could she become the glare of thousands of fireflies, where did she go?
Just as Lin Yu asked himself over and over again in his heart, his hand that held Qingcheng's tears was unintentionally spread out. Suddenly, the light shone brightly, which was comparable to the sun at this time.
It made everyone unable to open their eyes.
blow!
Just when the tears of the city shone brightly, Murong Xuan attacked Lin Yu like a black lightning.
Lin Yu subconsciously took two steps back. Although he barely avoided Murong Xuan's attack, the tears in his palm had been snatched away by him.
"Give me back my tears!" Lin Yu's eyes, which were a little dazed and dodged just now, became extremely resolute at this moment, and even a cold murderous intent appeared inside.
"Tears of the Falling City?" When everyone heard these four words, they were shocked in an instant, and they were thinking about the legend in their hearts. Is all this true?
At that moment, the owner of Tingxiang Tower's deep eyes narrowed into a line, and a thirsty light appeared inside. Tears of the city are the most top treasure in the world. As long as you get it, you can achieve supreme martial arts.
, to reach the true peak!
"Haha...haha... I finally got the tears of the city, and finally got them..." Murong Xuan laughed out loudly with complacent pride.
"Give me back the tears of my desolate city!" Lin Yu was furious and was unsheathed in his hand. He slashed towards Murong Xuan with the power to destroy the world.
"Looking for death!" A cold murderous aura flashed in Murong Xuan's dark eyes, and he shouted angrily. While speaking, a ball of ghost fire had already condensed in his hands and went straight to meet him.
boom!
The Qingfeng Sword slashed straight towards the Netherworld Ghost Fire, and suddenly thousands of sparks were emitted and the wind fell. The powerful light made people unable to open their eyes.
After a stalemate for a while, two domineering and fierce true energy rippled around quickly in the form of waves. Suddenly, everyone felt dizzy and their bodies were shaking back and forth, as if they were earthquakes.
generally.
Wherever the air wave passes, it is destroyed into powder. Some masters with good internal strength can barely support one or two. Even if those disciples with weak internal strength are not shaken on the spot, they will die of blood and vomiting.
Almost completely became a useless person.
"What a strong internal force!" Almost everyone exclaimed.
Ximen Piaoxue, Qi Mucheng, Jun Buhui, Lan Ruo, who used to be equal to Lin Yu's martial arts, had a shocked expression. No one could believe that the destructive sword in front of him was actually Lin Yu.
Cut out.
A ripples appeared on the expression of the ancient Jing Wubo from the owner of Tingxiang Tower at this time, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously he was also shocked by the power of Lin Yu's sword.
When the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, Murong Xuan's smug expression just now was already a little solemn, and he said in surprise: "What a powerful sword!"
Lin Yu ignored everyone's surprised gaze, his expression was as cold as frost. His clear eyes had condensed into ice, and a cold light shot out. He stared at Murong Xuan tightly, and shouted in a cold voice, "Right,"