Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 309

The clouds were all in one place, the stars and the moon were dark, and it snowed in the sky at some point.

The snowflakes are fluttering and falling, like a girl singing and dancing, elegant and elegant, adding a bit of vitality to this dark night.

The narrow blade is no more than shakuhachi, and the edge of the blade is shining with a faint purple awn, especially in the snowy night.

Mu Yun stared closely at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, and when he heard him say "Keep you alone", although his heart shuddered, he became more determined, and immediately said coldly, "Should we kill people to silence them?"

The black-clothed swordsman said slowly: "It's all because of being strong, you can't blame me."

Mu Yun's thoughts turned, and while he was on guard, he said in a deep voice: "Then why don't you do it?"

The black-clothed swordsman moved his wrist, and said flatly: "If you want to escape, now is the time."

Mu Yun sneered and said, "Not only can I not run away, but I don't even want to run away."

The black-clothed swordsman seemed a little surprised, and said playfully: "Could it be that you still want to capture me? Are you confident that you can do this?"

Mu Yun said awe-inspiringly: "You are superb in swordsmanship, almost on par with Tong Hua, and you also have hidden weapons. You are indeed a formidable opponent."

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes flashed brightly and he said, "Have you ever fought against Tong Hua?"

Mu Yun nodded slightly and said: "His sword skills are more sophisticated than yours, but he also has a little more tricky moves, unlike you who take lives with swords and swords with no room for death. But your sword skills are ruthless, but He is not smooth enough, especially because of the lack of internal strength, if you really want to fight with all your strength, you may not be able to defeat him."

The swordsman in black blinked his eyes, and said calmly: "I thought that the Dragon Champion of your sect was already a genius from the heavens, so it turns out that your Excellency is not far behind. , is not to be underestimated."

Mu Yun snorted and said: "Your Excellency, your saber skills and hidden weapons are so exquisite, but your internal strength does not match. I think it's mostly because of the lack of martial arts. So you still have a chance to catch people by surprise, but now I have If you are on guard, you have nothing to do with me."

The black-clothed swordsman was startled, and for a moment he said coldly: "But you think you've seen through me after a few moves?"

Mu Yun said softly: "Although it is not possible to see through it, it is enough for me to have this moment of calm analysis, just like you also took the opportunity to adjust your breath?"

The swordsman in black took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "That's right, it seems that you really possess the treasure of avoiding poison, so not only are you not afraid of the scent of vipers around you, but even my crisp bones quenched on plum blossom needles Ruanjinsan can't do anything to you, so the two of us can only see the real chapter with our hands."

When Mu Yun bit the plum blossom needle earlier, he felt a wave of disgust in his chest, and now he heard the man in black say that he was glad that he didn't return the "Yijin" piccolo to Xiaolei today.

Immediately, he collected himself, and said calmly: "In short, your ghostly tricks are useless, let's see the real ability."

The black-clothed swordsman didn't even talk, and when he was bullying him, he handed out a series of killer moves again, but Mu Yun made up his mind and didn't confront him tit for tat, but just flashed and moved with Yun Yi Ba Wu's body skills, and he was as light as he could be. attitude.

The fight between the two sides was different from before, because Mu Yun had already recognized the opponent's moves, and he didn't have the slightest bit of panic and timidity in his heart.Even with a deadly move on his body, he can handle it with ease, really chic.

The Yunyi Eight Dances of the Kunlun School are well-known far and wide, and they can indeed be called miraculous and incomparable. At this time, what Mu Yun is using is the atrium style of Yunhe Opera.This pose is known for its lightness and leisureliness. The black-clothed swordsman seems to be pressing every step of the way, but he can't even touch half of Mu Yun's clothes.

However, the black-clothed swordsman can be extraordinary after all, and the power of the sword changes suddenly in the blink of an eye, from weird and fierce to open and close.This type of move is heavy and tough, and it is mostly used for thick-back machetes, long-handled plain swords, or big-pass swords. It must be based on extraordinary strength.

Mu Yun had already tried out the opponent's lack of internal strength. At first, he was quite surprised that he abandoned his strengths and turned short, but after a few moves, he couldn't help but admire him.

It turns out that although the black-clothed swordsman's moves are brave, they are not purely used to defeat the enemy with strength like ordinary warriors. Instead, they are one after another and unpredictable.

In this way, the sword moves from the point to the surface, and the offensive is more dense and powerful, and the real energy is circulated to slow down the emergency, which greatly makes up for the lack of internal strength.

Although Mu Yun knew that at least six or seven out of the opponent's ten moves were fake, he couldn't see the actual truth, so he was forced to be caught in the dark all of a sudden.

The swordsman in black firmly had the upper hand, and he did not forget to taunt: "How? Since you believe that your internal strength is stronger than mine, why don't you fight it upright? Like you blindly accepting everything, is there still a person in Yunyi Eight Dances? Are you recruiting 'cloud tortoise and hard shell'?"

Mu Yun couldn't help cursing inwardly, if he had all the skills and physical strength at this moment, he wouldn't be afraid to confront the opponent head-on.

Helplessly, the black-clothed swordsman obviously had a treasured sword in his hand, and his swordsmanship had reached the level of perfection, so it would be too dangerous to enter the white blade empty-handed.

The black-clothed swordsman made a fierce attack with more than a dozen moves. Seeing that Mu Yun had no strength to fight back, he said triumphantly: "Yes, I relied on the power of the precious sword, but so what? This battle between you and me is not a martial arts competition. I've already said that I can't keep you today."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw the black-clothed swordsman suddenly lift the sword at a slant, and the body of the sword suddenly burst into purple light, and the blade's edge looked even more like a dragon raising its head, threatening to tear Mu Yun in half.

Mu Yun endured it for a long time, waiting for the moment when the other party lost his mind, his palms were firm and soft, and his two strengths were transformed, and then he came first to grab the treasured sword.

Unexpectedly, at this time, several points of cold light shot out from the chest of the black-clothed swordsman, and divided into three vital points of Mu Yun's eyebrows, throat and lower abdomen.

At this moment, the two are fighting with all their strength, the hidden weapon is obviously fired from a machine spring, although the recognition of the acupoints is not very accurate, but the distance is too close, it is really unbearable.

Mu Yun fought with "Shenxing Wuying" Lu Bukong last night, and he forced out the plum blossom needle by surprise to injure the enemy, so he knew it very well.

Fortunately, Mu Yun's lightness kungfu and body skills are really extraordinary, he is swiftly turning like a swallow sweeping the sky, and his figure is as straight as a swallow sweeping the wind, so the moment of delay can be avoided.

However, Mu Yun's offensive was greatly frustrated in this way. Seeing the golden blade piercing through the wind to his chest, he could only say helplessly, opened his hand in mid-air, and "Yijin" Piccolo, who was hidden in his sleeve, pointed at the black-clothed knife. The treasured sword of the hunter.

There was only a crisp sound of ding in the blink of an eye, not only did the purple awns of the treasured knife shrink suddenly, but also a few tiny cracks burst out on the blade on the spot.

The majesty of the divine flute was as expected, but Mu Yun suddenly felt a chill in his heart, it turned out that the opponent's saber was light and weak, and it was clearly a vain move!

Falseness naturally has reality, and this thought just flashed in my mind, a cold front had already pierced my chest, and there was no longer any chance for Mu Yun to respond.

Mu Yun suddenly recalled the situation when he was stabbed by Lin Qianmeng earlier, and the fear of dying and unwilling resentment filled his heart again, but after all, he was doomed.

(End of this chapter)