Fang Jianwei's move of "sealing eight gates with one sword" was derived from his father Fang Yingwu's Tao of Five Elements.
——The meaning of the sword is like water, penetrating all directions.
——The sword's intention is like fire, burning everything.
——The intention of the sword is like wood, no obstacle can be broken.
——The sword is like gold, invincible.
——The meaning of the sword is like earth, and it can melt with everything.
As soon as this move was executed, a smile appeared on Fang Jianwei's face. This move contained his decades of sweat. He was confident that this sword could cut off Mu Yunfeng's neck.
The sword light has hit his face.
Seeing the dazzling sword light, Mu Yunfeng's eyes flashed, and his eyes were actually brighter than the sword light!
He drew his sword, just one strike, a strike that was unstoppable.
This sword blocks water, extinguishes fire, breaks wood, destroys metal, and melts earth.
With just one strike of the sword, the smile on Fang Jianwei's face was extinguished. Decades of sweat evaporated instantly on this strike. His eyes were confused and the hand holding the sword was no longer stable.
Mu Yunfeng stepped forward, and then struck out with another sword.
This sword has cold intent and white light.
It's like hiding in the moonlight.
Fang Jianwei was frightened by the moonlight, and he could only pull away in a hurry and retreat quickly.
But it was too late for him to retreat, Mu Yunfeng's sword light had arrived.
He could only hold his sword in front of him. He should be grateful for his sword, because this sword not only made Fang Xiaohou famous, but also protected his life.
With a crisp "bang" sound, Fang Jianwei's long sword broke in the middle.
The blade shattered into pieces like the moon and stars extinguished, emitting a miserable light in the gloomy night.
Fang Jianwei lost. He didn't expect that he would lose. He didn't expect that his family's swordsmanship, which he was proud of, would be destroyed by the young boy with just one sword strike.
"What move is this?" Fang Jian asked, trembling slightly.
"Cut the love thread." Mu Yunfeng said very calmly, but only he knew how chaotic his heart was at the moment. Every time he used this move, his heart ached a little bit more, and the look on that person's face became a little bit darker.
Although this sword technique is called "cutting the thread of love", the person who uses this sword technique cannot cut off the lovesickness.
Fang Jian nodded slightly and said with a wry smile: "I heard my father say that there is no sword in this world that can cut off love. If there was one, it would be the best sword in the world. It seems that I lost unjustly."
When Mu Yunfeng saw Fang Jianwei, he spoke a little more politely and sheathed the long sword in his hand.
Fang Jianwei saw Mu Yunfeng return the sword to its sheath, and said calmly: "Little brother, let me give you a suggestion."
"Oh, okay, senior, please tell me." Mu Yunfeng nodded.
"Then don't put down your sword easily, especially in front of someone who wants to kill you."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Jianwei took action again.
His sword was broken, and he shouldn't have been able to take action again, but he still took action, and his move was faster, faster, and more powerful than the previous sword.
Three small arrows shot out from his sleeves, like three fireflies.
"Knowing the smallest details can make a big difference."
This is Fang Jianwei's killing move. People in the world only know that Fang Xiaohou has the true inheritance of Tongtian Shenhou's sword skills, but no one knows that he is also a master of hidden weapons, and his hidden weapons are not inferior to his sword skills.
When Mu Yunfeng saw a hidden weapon coming, he didn't dodge or dodge, he just charged.
He drew his sword and forced away the first hidden weapon that was coming towards him, and used his sword to assist him to force away the remaining two hidden weapons.
Fang Jian was slightly stunned. He had never thought that someone in this world could defeat his own swordsmanship and hidden weapons with one move. He only felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth all over his body.
His eyes were bright, as if the sun was caressing his cheeks.
He squinted his eyelids, trying to take a look at the sunlight, but what he saw was a long sword.
This long sword penetrated Fang Jianwei's neck straight, and the sword's body was as translucent as snow, as if the moonlight and starlight in the sky were condensed on the sword's body.
"Can you really..."
Fang Jianwei wanted to say something, but his trachea and blood vessels had been pierced by the sword. He had no energy to finish his words. In the moonlight, he fell to the ground.
The only son of a master of swordsmanship who "saw three thousand squares of swords" died like this in a desolate courtyard, on a night when the moon was as bright as water.
Draw the sword and put it into its sheath.
"I didn't want to kill him." Mu Yunfeng said.
"I know, but he heard our conversation, he should die." Yan Zhuo replied.
"Why are there so many intrigues and conspiracies in this world?"
"That's how the world is, there are more bad people than good people."
"Why did he want to kill me?"
"Maybe it's to claim credit. Baiyun Villa has secretly begun to arrest us. Once the matter is resolved, more people will come to arrest us in the future. From now on, we will have to face the pursuit of others every day."
"Are we going to kill people every day from now on?"
"Well, I have to kill every day."
Xiang'er was sweating coldly as she listened to the conversation between the two. She really couldn't bear to hear it and didn't want to hear it. She was the daughter of Prince Dan Dan and the princess of a country. She entered this world just out of curiosity and fun. She was not aware of the darkness of this world.
I just heard about it, not really understanding it. Now when I heard Yan Zhuo say this, I felt my chest churn.
"Brother Yan, Xiao Mu, please don't kill people every day, okay?" Xiang'er spoke with trembling, "How about you come to Dadan? My father can protect you and no one can hurt you."
"No, I must avenge Uncle Zhao. If someone comes to hunt me down in the future, I, Mu Yunfeng, will do it alone. It has nothing to do with Brother Yan and Miss Xiang'er."
Mu Yunfeng said decisively, but Yan Zhuo just smiled after hearing this.
"The two of us must be responsible for this matter. Baiyun Villa dare not blame Miss Xiang'er. This is considered a rule in the world."
"Brother Yan!"
Xiang'er wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Yan Zhuo.
"Xiang'er, let Brother Mu go down the path he has chosen. He has a chivalrous heart and wants to get ahead. If you want him to stay at your house, he will suffocate to death."
"What about you?" Xiang'er asked.
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, as if a hole had been opened in his heart. It hurt, it hurt a lot, and he said, "I'll be with him."
Xiang'er's heart ached too. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
"Okay, you go, I'll go too, I'm just going to have a wedding, there's nothing to be afraid of!"
