This sword was very slow, but Zhuo Mufeng did not dare to be careless at all. Even when he just saw the sword light, twenty steps away, he could not wait to swing out his palm.
The Buddha's light suddenly appeared, colorful flowers filled the sky, and Sanskrit sounds echoed in waves. A giant Buddha behind Zhuo Mufeng shone brightly in the world, turning into Buddha light to save all living beings.
This was a palm that I could not go all out in the future, because Dongfang Qianxue's sword speed was too fast. When Zhuo Mufeng could send out this palm, he could already feel the piercing sword light coming towards him in his palm.
boom!!
Like an avalanche, all the thick snow covering the long street was shaken away, and the bluestone floor rolled up and was cut by the sword. It continued to spread to the end of the 100-meter-long street.
The walls on both sides were shattered like porcelain, but surprisingly, not a single bit of palm power or sword energy spread to the surrounding buildings.
The long street formed a barrier of its own, and a wave of internal energy exploded inside it every moment, and finally shot straight into the sky, brightening the night sky. Countless people in Jinghua City raised their heads and saw the fireworks on the snowy night, which were so beautiful.
Several holy land super experts near the long street suddenly felt the violent fluctuations, their expressions were moved, and they rushed here quickly.
Zhuo Mufeng knew that he could not stay for a long time. After one palm strike, he was exhausted and weak, but he still wielded the Golden Dragon to kill Dongfang Qianxue, focusing on the opponent's fatal points.
But Dongfang Qianxue was more difficult to deal with than he thought. Although the sword in his hand was only a three-star weapon, it was able to intercept Zhuo Mufeng's moves in advance, so that Zhuo Mufeng had to change his moves temporarily before he could finish his move.
But in this way, not only did Zhuo Mufeng's internal energy deplete faster, but he also became extremely passive. Often his attacks were blocked, and at the moment when the move was being launched, Dongfang Qianxue's sword had already stabbed him from an impossible angle.
, forcing Zhuo Mufeng to retreat and dodge.
After such a hundred moves, Zhuo Mufeng was already dripping with cold sweat.
Dongfang Qianxue's moves and changes were so fast that she didn't have to think at all. Her beautiful and graceful body was like a machine, always able to make the most correct reaction at any time.
There are many types of talents. Some people practice extremely quickly, some have extremely high perceptive abilities, and some are naturally suited to fighting.
The Dongfang Qianxue in front of him clearly combines the above three advantages. The speed, ruthlessness, and unbridledness of his moves made even Zhuo Mufeng, his opponent, amazed and his heart even colder.
If the frontal strength of both sides is similar, then the close combat strength is hardly on the same level.
After barely resisting dozens of moves, Zhuo Mufeng was already in a state of disarray. His arms, hem, shoulders, back and other places were scratched by the sword. The skin was not broken by the protective energy, but the coldness penetrated through it.
Among them, it penetrated to his bone marrow.
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to distance himself and clear the way with force. But what made him powerless was that this woman didn't give him a chance at all. She always cut off his retreat, forcing him to choose close combat.
Tsk!
Zhuo Mufeng's chest was scratched, the skin burst open, and blood flowed like water. Dongfang Qianxue's face was calm, and the long sword was like a snake coming out of its hole. There were no dazzling skills, no amazing tricks, and it only seemed ordinary again and again.
But it's a desperate attack.
This woman's swordsmanship has clearly reached the highest level of returning to nature without skill or skill!
In panic, Zhuo Mufeng took advantage of the moment of the fight to pull out the Jialan Sword, gritted his teeth and attacked with both hands. Dongfang Qianxue said calmly: "You will only lose faster if you do this."
The sword flashed through the gap between the Jinlongduo and Jialan swords, and because he was distracted from controlling the two weapons, Zhuo Mufeng's reaction was half a beat too slow. His right arm was scratched by the sword, and Jinlongduo almost lost his grip.
At this time, Zhuo Mufeng had clearly sensed the approach of several powerful auras. He was eager to break out, but the woman in front of him was like a devil spinning a web, leaving him nowhere to start.
Seeing this woman's expression as eternal as an iceberg, as if defeating him was just a trivial matter. Because of her, he missed the opportunity to escape and fell into a crisis. Zhuo Mufeng was angry and hateful, shouted loudly, and poured out his remaining skills.
The Golden Dragon Duo and the Jialan Sword thrust out simultaneously.
Two clangs!
Dongfang Qianxue moved a thousand pounds four or two times, and clicked the sword tip twice in succession. The Jinlongduo and Jialan swords moved away from their respective positions. Zhuo Mufeng's arms were stretched, and the door in his chest opened wide.
The sword was straightened and thrust towards him.
Zhuo Mufeng suddenly burst into laughter, and his internal energy was like a mountain torrent passing through his meridians. Only now did he realize how terrifying this woman was, but it was too late, and he fell into the prison of the opponent's close combat, unable to escape.
But Zhuo Mufeng was never one to sit still and wait for death. He could not let himself be caught by the people of the Eleventh Holy Land, so he would rather explode his meridians. Although this would cause great harm to himself, it was the only way to escape!
Looking at Dongfang Qianxue's plain eyes, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly felt his heart twisting like a knife, and his inner strength suddenly burst out. But just when it was about to detonate, Dongfang Qianxue's left hand flicked lightly, and the sword energy hit a few points.
The Da Yao point cut off Zhuo Mufeng's explosive power.
But in this way, Dongfang Qianxue temporarily lost the possibility of changing her moves. The Golden Dragon Duo and Jialan swords held in Zhuo Mufeng's arms both stabbed her.
Blood splashed out, and Dongfang Qianxue dodged sideways in time, but she was still passed by two four-star weapons. She didn't say a word, and the sword that was supposed to be slashing at Zhuo Mufeng also withdrew its strength in an instant, and gently stepped aside.
wipe.
When the two of them crossed each other, they both looked into each other's eyes. Zhuo Mufeng saw a hint of lament flashing through those cold eyes, and couldn't help but feel his heart shrink, and he opened his mouth to shout: "Sister Su!"
With the exact same tone of voice, the same unparalleled melee skills, and the familiar body scent, Zhuo Mufeng recognized Dongfang Qianxue just now.
With his temperament, he would not be so impulsive and immediately blow up his meridians. Looking back at this moment, could it be that he was so impulsive because of his rebellious psychology after being hurt by Sister Su?
Zhuo Mufeng couldn't explain it clearly. He obviously didn't spend much time with Su Zhanxue, but when he saw through Dongfang Qianxue's identity and thought of her coming to harm him with others, he felt unreasonable anger and heartache.
He did not hesitate to self-explode his meridians, just like a child deliberately hurting himself in front of her in order to take revenge on his mother!
"Let's go." Su Zhanxue's voice reached his ears, and the two sides were already at odds with each other.
Zhuo Mufeng tapped the ground with his toes, closed his eyes and roared loudly, then quickly fled into the distance and quickly disappeared into the dark night.
Within a few breaths after he left, the leader of Moko, Hang Wentian, the leader of Dahuan Mountain, Xiong Mozhou, and Beitangyi arrived one after another.
Seeing Dongfang Qianxue sitting cross-legged on the snow recovering from his injuries, with blood dripping from his left and right shoulders, Hang Wentian and Xiong Mozhou just glanced at him and chased forward.
But Beitangyi's eyes flickered and she chose to stay. Her reason was also very good. She asked about what happened so as not to misjudge the enemy's situation.
"Miss Xue, I wonder who hurt you?" Beitang Yi asked.
Dongfang Qianxue didn't open her eyes and replied: "Zhuo Mufeng."
Beitangyi's heart trembled, he looked at Dongfang Qianxue's injuries and asked no more questions.
Running in the night, letting the cold wind howl, after a while, Zhuo Mufeng stopped, held his breath, hid in a house, and put on a disguise mask.
He had not broken through to the Hexiang Realm, so he would not be sensed by super masters, but he could sense the whereabouts of super masters. When the two extremely terrifying auras swept away, Zhuo Mufeng breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed in the house.
Behind the courtyard door.
"Sister Su."
Zhuo Mufeng raised his neck, and a valley full of flowers appeared in front of him. That was the place where he was alone for the first time after jumping off the waterfall with Su Zhanxue. It was also there that he received Su Zhanxue's teachings and insights.
Transformed into a brilliant light.
Then there was an island. A woman chased a young man who was diving in the night, forcing the young man into a panic. He begged for mercy before he gave up. Later, the woman and the young man sat by a bonfire on the beach and ate fish. The woman was always deserted.
, even eating without taking any time, inevitably being laughed at by teenagers.
But the woman didn't take it seriously and never took the ridicule to heart. Under her full guidance, the young man understood the storm.
Scenes passed before my eyes, and finally they were fixed on that one look at each other. The lament in Dongfang Qianxue's eyes was like a sword piercing Zhuo Mufeng's heart. It was very painful!
"With Sister Su's martial arts, if she really wanted to attack me, how could I hold on for so long? But I seriously injured her." Zhuo Mufeng laughed, and his nose felt sore from laughing.
He was in a confused state of mind, patting his head from time to time, and sat on the ground for a long time. When the white snow almost covered his body, he stood up unsteadily, quietly jumped over the courtyard wall, and went straight into the distance.
At the same time, the battle in the city finally came to an end.
A total of twenty-three super masters were dispatched from the Eleven Holy Lands, but when they finally gathered at the agreed-upon location outside the city, four of them were missing.
"Chi Gaihai was captured by Yan Yiqing, and now he is in the hands of the Demon Sect." Meng Bang, the master of the Shenbing Pavilion, sighed feebly, with lingering fear in his heart as he spoke.
He described what he saw. He heard that he was as powerful as Chi Gaihai and could not even catch Yan Yiqing's two moves. The expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.
Xiong Mozhou, the master of Dahuan Mountain, clenched his fists and looked as ugly as possible.
In addition to Chi Gaihai being captured, Tuo Yezhen, the master of the Changsheng Palace, Master Jialuo, the leader of the Tantric Sect, and Ye Longchuan, the second elder of the Moko Sect, are missing.
It was almost dawn. If I was safe and sound, there was no reason not to come here. An ominous premonition enveloped everyone present.
Lu Kuang said fiercely: "Now that the Demon Sect is in great difficulty, don't think about relying on force to win from now on! Dongfang Changsheng, all of this is your fault. In Nuanyang Mountain, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have been killed long ago."
How could we be in today's situation if we killed Zhuo Mufeng?"
This was not an act. In fact, Lu Kuang had no choice but to reveal the news to Zhuo Mufeng. When he found out that the people from the Demon Sect had not escaped, he wanted to eradicate everyone and get the antidote to cure the root cause.
Unexpectedly, a group of people came back in vain and failed to catch even a single hair. Instead, they were completely defeated. It would be extremely difficult for him to break away from Zhuo Mufeng's control.
Dongfang Changsheng retorted: "In Gusu City, who would rather watch the show than help me? If everyone acted together, would Zhuo Mufeng still be able to escape?"
Lu Kuang was paused when he heard the words. He was about to refute, but Hang Wentian reached out to stop him, and he had to hold back his anger.
Hang Wentian looked at Jinghua City in the distance and sighed: "The matter has come to this, everyone, what we have to do is not to fight in the nest, but to think about what to do next."
What should I do? Everyone was silent. When they heard this, they didn’t know how to answer.