The autumn wind is bleak, blowing through the mountain forest full of fallen leaves, making a whistling sound, like thousands of ghosts and gods crying!
A young man was half-kneeling on the dark cliff. The long clothes flying in the wind were all dazzling bright red. The young man's face was full of fatigue and vicissitudes, but the cold and shining sword in his hand was still there.
It made an unyielding dragon roar in the wind.
Around this young man, there were more than a dozen cold corpses lying scattered. They were of different ages, with different clothes, and with different expressions when they died, but the way of death was exactly the same, their throats were all sealed with a sword.
!
At this time, the setting sun had already set in the west, like a bloody setting sun, dyeing the white clouds drifting by red, and also dyeing the crisp and quiet mountain forest red. Everything was so quiet, except for the whistling wind, there was no other sound.
The young man raised his head slightly and stared at the sun that was about to set on the western mountain. A layer of frost condensed in his clear eyes. He secretly thought in his heart: In half an hour, the moon should come out!
Thinking of this, the young man lowered his head slightly and took a look at Qingcheng's Tears tightly clenched in his palm. With a dazzling bright red mouth, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he subconsciously uttered the names of the two people: "Qingcheng's Tears"
Son, Qi Xiang..."
At this time, he felt that there were too many things in his mind, like rolling waves, pouring into his heart layer upon layer. There were too many nostalgias, too many reluctances, which made him feel like
Feeling overwhelmed.
This feeling was like poison piercing the intestines, like a sharp sword piercing the heart, a sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, and an omnipresent panic. He wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to escape?
It was as if the young man had been completely drained of his body, and his resolute expression was full of panic. Vaguely, he saw two figures, one of whom was walking towards him, and the other figure was walking away from him.
go.
He wanted to open his arms to hug the figure walking towards him, but he was reluctant to let go of the beautiful woman who was about to leave. In desperation, he had no choice but to stay where he was, falling into a deep painful struggle.
"Lin Yu, son, we meet again!" Just when the young man was struggling, a sinister, cold and arrogant voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
The young man raised his stubborn and resolute head, his clear eyes condensed with a thin layer of ice, he stared at the visitor, gritted his teeth and spit out three words: "Murong Xuan!"
A sinister smile flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes, and he said coldly: "Hand over the Tears of the Falling City!"
Lin Yu snorted coldly and shouted: "Hmph, as long as I have one breath left, you can never get the Tears of the City!"
Murong Xuan let out a few weird laughs and said, "Jie Jie... Jie Jie... now that your true energy has been exhausted, why should you fight me?"
Lin Yu swung the Qingfeng Sword angrily and shouted coldly: "It depends on my life and the Qingfeng Sword in my hand!"
"Jie Jie... Jie Jie... Old Man Qingfeng has indeed taken on a good apprentice, but he is a bit too presumptuous!" Murong Xuan said with a cold smile.
"Hmph, are you overestimating your own capabilities? You'll know after you try it, right?" Lin Yu snorted angrily, swung his sword and stabbed Murong Xuan.
The moment Lin Yu just thrust out the sword, the ghostly fire in Murong Xuan's hand struck at Lin Yu almost at the same time.
boom!
The sharp Qingfeng Sword and the overbearing Netherworld Ghost Fire met in mid-air, causing continuous roaring and explosion sounds. A group of returning birds from the sky entered the forest, and after a few wails, they fell one after another like stones.
Seeing this, Lin Yu's wrist suddenly turned sideways, bypassing the ghostly fire, and stabbed directly towards Murong Xuan's throat.
Seeing the situation, Murong Xuan hid like a ghost. At the same time, the ghost fire in his hand struck Lin Yu's chest fiercely.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Lin Yu suddenly tapped the ground with his toes, jumped into the air, temporarily avoided the menacing ghost fire, and stabbed Murong Xuan's head with ninety-nine eighty-one swords.
The Qingfeng sword energy struck at Murong Xuan like falling rain, but he avoided it every time with clever movements.
After the last wave of sword energy turned into rain, two balls of ghostly fire rushed towards Lin Yu from two directions.
When Lin Yu saw a sword piercing the air, he immediately swung the Qingfeng Sword and slashed through the air. He took advantage of the situation to use his true energy to perform the movement technique of Cang Long Overlapping Waves, and jumped three feet into the air.
"You dare to show off your little skills in front of me, you are really a master of one's skill!" Murong Xuan snorted coldly when he saw Lin Yu's Canglong Wave Movement.
Before he finished speaking, two masses of black energy on his palms were seen slamming into the ground, and the whole person flew into the air like an immortal flying into the clouds and mist.
Lin Yu stepped into the void, and the Qingfeng Sword swept towards Murong Xuan with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.
Murong Xuan waved his sleeves, and two balls of ghostly fire came forward with the force of wind and lingering clouds.
boom!
The two killing moves emitted brilliant and bright light high in the sky, falling down like thousands of shooting stars.
The dragon transformed by Qingfeng's sword energy was attacked wildly by two groups of ghostly fires. After only one round, it was surrounded by groups of ghostly fires and was completely defeated.
Poof!
A ball of ghostly fire hit Lin Yu's chest, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood, dyeing the entire sky red.
However, before Murong Xuan could reveal a proud smile on his lips, Lin Yu suddenly saw a dazzling flame emerge from Lin Yu's chest, forming the shape of the legendary beast Fire Qilin, and rushed towards him.
Murong Xuan was shocked when he saw the situation and said in astonishment: "How can he know the Qilin Holy Fire?"
At the same time as he was shocked, the black light around Murong Xuan flourished, and a ball of ghostly fire, which was several times more powerful than before, condensed in the palm of his hand. With a bang, he rushed towards the Kirin Holy Fire.
boom!
The Kirin Holy Fire and the Netherworld Ghost Fire suddenly collided in mid-air, causing the entire world to change color. The time shrouded in black and red was like a real purgatory on earth!
Poof!
Poof!
At the moment when the two flames collided with each other, Murong Xuan and Lin Yu spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time. However, Lin Yu's injury was more serious, and he immediately lost consciousness and fell from the sky like a stone.
Ah Feng, who happened to arrive just in time, saw this scene and immediately shouted: "Brother Lin!"
The moment the voice came out, he had already raised his energy, jumped into the air, and caught Lin Yu who was falling at high speed.
"You will all die today!" Murong Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at everyone angrily, and said murderously.
"Lin Yong, Yan Yun, you two protect Brother Lin, I will deal with old ghost Murong!" Seeing this situation, Ah Feng hurriedly handed Lin Yu, who was almost dying, to Lin Yong and Yan Yun who arrived later.
, he picked up the black broken knife and rushed forward.
"Hmph, another guy who overestimates his own capabilities!" Murong Xuan snorted coldly when he saw the situation, and struck Ah Feng with a wave of his hand.
Afeng's sword was as powerful as a tiger, mixed with the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, and slashed directly at Murong Xuan's Tianling Cap!
Ah Feng's sword skills are extremely superb and fierce, and he has also practiced the Five Elephants Divine Art, the Wind God Art, which is even more powerful. Now that he is risking his life to strike with all his strength, even the terrifying painting master Murong Xuan does not dare to do anything.
The heart of belittlement.
The two major killing moves have their own advantages and disadvantages, and basically no one takes advantage.
Murong Xuan looked at Ah Feng carefully with a strange expression. After a moment, he asked with a bit of confusion: "Shaman Soul Sword Technique, boy, what is your relationship with the Dragon King of Wujiang?"
Hearing Murong Xuan's words, Ah Feng's expression was suddenly shocked, and he asked in astonishment: "How do you know the name of my sword technique?"
The sword skills that Ah Feng uses now are all taught by his mother when he was a child. The martial arts moves are basically done by him alone in the mountains and forests, reading boring sword manuals in his spare time.
based on memorized
The mental formula was slowly understood by myself. The proficiency was also gained by testing the sword on large and ferocious beasts such as wolves, tigers, leopards, wild boars, and giant pythons. Although the method is very wild, the power is extremely powerful.
Not to be underestimated.
The four big characters on the sword manual: "Shaman Soul Sword Manual". At this time, the handwriting is basically indistinguishable, but he has always kept it with him. After all, this is the only thing his mother left him in this world, and
Or is he the only clue to find the mystery of his life experience. Now that Murong Xuan has revealed the origin of this sword technique at a glance, how can he not feel a huge wave in his heart?
Murong Xuan looked A Feng up and down a few more times, and murmured to himself: "This boy does have a bit of a resemblance to the Dragon King of Wujiang, could it be..."
Ah Feng saw that the mystery of his life experience that he had been searching for now had some clues, and he immediately asked impatiently: "Murong Xuan, what imagination did you just have? Who is this Dragon King of Wujiang?"
Murong Xuan looked stunned and asked in astonishment: "Do you really not know who is the Dragon King of Wujiang?"
Ah Feng snorted coldly and shouted: "I don't know, I just don't know. How can I still lie to you?"
Murong Xuan pondered for a moment, wanting to say something more, but when he saw from the corner of his eye that the setting sun had completely set under the Western Mountain, he immediately felt anxious. Once the moon came out, with the help of the moonlight, Tears of the Falling City could
Open the door to the fantasy world, and the old monster Peach Blossom Virgin will also take the opportunity to escape...
Thinking of this, Murong Xuan didn't dare to think about it any further. Beads of sweat as big as peas appeared on his forehead. He shouted urgently: "If you don't want to die, just hand over the Tears of the Falling City to me, or else you will."
I will never show mercy to the son of my old friend!"
When Ah Feng heard the words "son of an old friend", he was immediately shocked and asked anxiously: "What son of an old friend? Who is this old friend?"
Seeing that the moonlight was about to come out, Murong Xuan, who was so anxious at this time, could still be so leisurely talking to Ah Feng. Black air was billowing from his body, and a ball of extremely powerful ghostly ghost fire had condensed between his palms. Suddenly,
He rushed towards Ah Feng.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Ah Feng hurriedly waved his black broken knife and went straight towards him.
Who knew that Murong Xuan did not directly confront him, but took the opportunity to jump into the air and chased him in the direction where Yan Yun, Lin Yong and Lin Yu had just escaped...