Chapter 157 Under the sign of the restaurant, a little cold light
The dark night is the best cover for the black sword, not to mention that Uncle Ming's assassination method is unparalleled in the world. The light of the sword perfectly blends into the night sky, brushing against the falling white snow, without facing the back of Changsheng Dongfang.
A long sword was blocked in the air, but Dongfang Changsheng's arm tilted back and his wrist twisted, blocking the black sword's slashing. When the black sword shook the sunflower sword away, Dongfang Changsheng had moved sideways to the right.
This made Uncle Ming miss his chance.
Uncle Ming escaped into the void again, this time above Dongfang Changsheng's head. The light of the sword disappeared in a flash, but it triggered Dongfang Changsheng's three-foot sword energy shield.
The sunflower rotated leisurely, and as the petals opened and closed, Uncle Ming's sword skills were slowed down greatly. Dongfang Changsheng snorted coldly, and stabbed out the sunflower sword quickly. At the same time, he flexed his left hand and flicked, and the sword energy crazily attacked the opponent.
A jet-black sword light enveloped Uncle Ming, shattering the petals of the flower. Uncle Ming slashed vertically with the sword, taking advantage of Dongfang Changsheng's serious injury, and indeed split the sword energy frenzy into two.
He was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue, but suddenly a golden light suddenly appeared on the right side, and there were many Buddha shadows, but it was Master Jingxin who used the Heavenly Buddha's Hand to attack. If Uncle Ming didn't change his moves, he would be able to severely damage Dongfang Changsheng, but he would also be injured.
In desperation, he had no choice but to dodge sideways.
Just after such a delay, those powerful auras were already approaching this place. Knowing that if he stayed, he would become a target, Uncle Ming quickly turned into a shadow and fled into the vast night sky.
Master Jingxin said calmly: "Looking at this officer's ability to appear and disappear, no wonder Dark Night Pavilion is so difficult to deal with."
If they are unprepared, neither Master Jingxin nor Dongfang Changsheng can be absolutely sure that they can avoid the opponent's sneak attack.
In other words, no more than two hands can completely block an opponent's sneak attack in the entire world.
Inevitably, the two of them thought of Zhuo Mufeng again. After fighting three times in a row and exhausting his strength, Zhuo Mufeng was still able to avoid the sneak attack of the man in black. This ability is really admirable.
Brush brush brush.
Three figures fell on the scene, namely Master Balin from the Tantric Sect, Nangong Xin from the Nangong Family, and Tang Zhao, the Lord of the Shura Palace.
Looking at the devastated scene and seeing that Dongfang Changsheng and the other three were injured, Nangong Xin's pupils shrank and he asked urgently: "Have you met Yan Yiqing?"
On the way here, Nangong Xin was very unlucky and happened to meet Yan Yiqing. Fortunately, he was assisted by Master Balin and Tang Zhao at the time. In addition, Yan Yiqing was worried that the three people's anger would accidentally hurt the people in the city, so she couldn't let go.
Only with hands and feet did the three of them escape successfully.
Thinking about it now, the three of them still have lingering fears. While talking, Nangong Xin couldn't help but cough a few times, and blood spilled from his mouth.
"Yan Yiqing?" Dongfang Changsheng and the others looked at each other, and Liuchen asked Xiang Nangongxin and the others: "Did you encounter her and be defeated?"
All six people were stunned, feeling faintly shocked by the answers and expressions on the other side. Tang Zhao asked: "What on earth is going on? Wasn't it Yan Yiqing who hurt you?"
Dongfang Changsheng had a gloomy face and did not answer, Liuchen was silent, Master Jingxin sighed, clasped his hands together, and said with difficulty: "It's Zhuo Mufeng's moving hand."
"Zhuo Mufeng?!" Master Balin, Nangong Xin and Tang Zhao said in unison, looking like they couldn't believe their ears...
Speeding through the dark night, tapping the roof ridges a few times along the way, it was a span of tens of feet. Zhuo Mufeng was so fast that he couldn't even see his figure clearly, and he deliberately avoided some tyrannical auras.
In tonight's battle, his greatest goal has been achieved. The moment he defeated Dongfang Changsheng, it was like two mountains were lifted from his shoulders, making him feel relaxed and the bad breath that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time dissipated.
The world seems to have become different.
Even at that moment, the "Qingtianyu" martial arts realm that had been making no progress showed signs of loosening, and he hit the wall of breakthrough.
Once the storm escalates to a downpour, Zhuo Mufeng's martial arts will reach a higher level. With a happy heart, Zhuo Mufeng laughed silently and let the snow seeds float into his mouth and melt.
He didn't know what was going on with the other people, but whatever, now he just wanted to hug his sister in white and vent his excitement.
There was a restaurant in front of her. Under the archway, stood a woman dressed in white and covered with snow. She just stood casually, letting the wind and snow in the city become her background. Lonely, silent, and cold, she clearly didn't bother to show anything.
, it just makes the heaven and earth eclipse.
Such a stunning woman!
Zhuo Mufeng's heart skipped a beat, and waves of cold air surged from his limbs throughout his body. In his current state, he might not even be able to defeat the uninjured Meng Bang, Tuo Yezhen and the like, and the woman in white gave him a sense of threat, even
Still above the Eastern Victory.
Zhuo Mufeng turned around without thinking, preparing to avoid it in another direction, but a cold and sharp sword energy locked onto him from a distance. As long as he moved half a step to the side, it would completely detonate.
Looking in all directions, Zhuo Mufeng, with his extremely keen spiritual sense, discovered that several powerful auras were approaching. Judging from the distance, those people should not be able to sense him or the woman in white. They were purely searching in the city.
If we make too much noise here, it will attract people here.
Zhuo Mufeng sighed secretly, and after landing, he slowly walked towards the archway, taking this opportunity to gather his skills bit by bit. The woman in white just looked at him calmly, without stopping him, and had no intention of taking action.
When the two sides were twenty steps apart, Zhuo Mufeng finally stopped and said with a smile: "Miss Xue, long time no see, you are getting more and more beautiful."
This woman in white was none other than Dongfang Qianxue, who had abused him when he was in the Dongfang family, but also helped him break through the storm realm in disguise.
What made Zhuo Mufeng particularly frightened was that this girl looked young. According to what he knew back then, she was only a few years older than him. But when he saw her today, her aura seemed to be above that of Dongfang Changsheng. She was simply
Incredible!
Dongfang Qianxue stared at Zhuo Mufeng with a look that Zhuo Mufeng couldn't understand. She nodded and said, "My martial arts progress has been rapid, beyond my expectation."
Zhuo Mufeng said with a smile: "No way can I compare to Snow Girl." This is not a flattery. If there were no plug-ins, he would not be able to compare with others.
To be honest, there are countless geniuses in this world, but in his whole life, Zhuo Mufeng has never seen a more terrifying martial arts genius than the woman in front of him. Judging from his age alone, it seems that even his sister in white is slightly inferior.
Dongfang Qianxue: "I have practiced for several more years than you. If it were a fair fight, I am not sure I can beat you." What does this sentence mean, am I sure now?
This was supposed to be a word that did not take people seriously, but when it came from the other party's mouth, it did not make people feel arrogant at all, but seemed to be a matter of course.
This tone, this tone, this wonderful and weird feeling touched Zhuo Mufeng's thoughts, reminding him of an old friend he hadn't seen for many years and who had shared life and death with him.
Suppressing his thoughts, Zhuo Mufeng smiled and said: "Miss Xue, are you here to kill me? After all, we are old acquaintances, and you are even half of my teacher, so you don't need to be so cruel, right?"
Dongfang Qianxue's eyes fluctuated slightly, and she didn't know which sentence touched her, and she said: "It's not to kill you, I just want to compete with you to confirm what I have learned in my heart."
Zhuo Mufeng spread his hands: "Miss Xue has also seen it. I am seriously injured and there is really nothing I can do. How about I leave you a contact address and we can make an appointment when we are free in the future?"
Dongfang Qianxue shook his head: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it."
Zhuo Mufeng said helplessly: "But I can't exert much skill at all in this state. Could it be that Miss Xue was afraid of losing to me and deliberately chose today to attack?"
Ignoring his inferior provocation, Dongfang Qianxue said: "I will suppress my skills and I will never let you suffer."
Continuously showing good will was useless, Zhuo Mufeng didn't bother to cover it up, and sneered: "Really? Once you and I start fighting, people from other parties will definitely come, and then everyone will besiege me. How can I survive?"
What you say is nice, but you are just trying to hold me back. People from the Dongfang family are really all the same!"
Dongfang Qianxue remained silent, and his expression did not even change. He just reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword little by little.
The wind is no longer cold, and the snow has become eclipsed, because the sword force of the light snow in the east has replaced the wind and snow, like a cold wave of sword energy, chaotic and disorderly, rolling like a tornado. The cold front is like a knife, and the knife scrapes the bones.
, the white snow on the ground suddenly appeared with crisscrossing black sword marks, reaching three feet deep into the ground.
There was also a creaking sound in the air, but it was caused by the force of the sword cutting through Zhuo Mufeng's body-protecting Qi. Clusters of golden sparks shot out, illuminating the entire hundred-meter-long street.
Most of the quacks in the nearby restaurants were frightened by the previous commotion in the city and fled back home. But there were always a few brave people who stayed. When they saw the bright light in the sky, they all rushed to the window and saw a man and a man.
The woman stood on the long street, and the momentum of the two of them reached the sky and the earth, which is difficult to describe.
As the long sword was drawn out, the entire long street seemed to be peeled off from the city. Zhuo Mufeng stared at Dongfang Qianxue. It was not that he deliberately allowed the opponent to gain momentum, but he found that once he interrupted the opponent, he would definitely attract more enemies.
Terrible backlash.
The opponent seems to be gaining momentum and has flaws everywhere, but in fact there are no flaws at all. Every pause and even the slightest change in drawing the sword is almost invulnerable.
Even when facing Dongfang Changsheng and Master Jingxin, Zhuo Mufeng did not feel such great pressure. What was scary was that the pressure was still increasing.
Layers of sword pressure enveloped Zhuo Mufeng from the sky and the earth, making him feel that his internal organs were all pressed together. He couldn't help but hold the golden dragon tightly, took a breath, waved his palms, and the Sanskrit sounds sounded in bursts, with the light of the Buddha.
spilled out of his body.
There seemed to be a look of surprise in Dongfang Qianxue's solitary eyes, but it did not affect her movements at all. When the long sword was completely pulled out of its sheath, the chaotic sword movements around her were subdued.
The world in front of Zhuo Mufeng could not help shrinking and collapsing, and finally there was only a light spot left, slowly approaching him, that was Dongfang Qianxue's sword.
Just a little cold light is better than the sunflower, the sky Buddha and the Xuanyang.