Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 311

It is said that when a person is about to die, all the experiences in his life will flash in his mind, but when the pain in his heart is spreading to his whole body, Mu Yun only recalls the previous ten years of learning art, as if there appeared in his eyes That beautiful face that was as cold as ice.

If the rotten wood is really indestructible, if the master knew that her ten years of hard work were in vain, would she shed a few tears?Or just sigh, and completely forget about this mortal relationship from now on, and never think about her rebellious and ignorant apprentice?

If I had listened to my master before, and had thoroughly understood the light art of "hard to beat", I wonder if I could have escaped this catastrophe today?

The true meaning of the Four Absolutes has not yet been comprehended, so how can you succeed?What is the mysterious connection between the two?

A ray of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and the blind spot that had been forgotten in the corner for a long time suddenly became clear under the severe pain.

The will to survive instantly burns fiercely, turning into a shining radiance like the sun, driving away the despair in his heart.

A strange and miraculous feeling suddenly came to life, accompanied by the free circulation of Peiran's true essence, before the life-threatening cold blade could penetrate the heart, it was stagnated by a soft and condensed energy, and then uncontrollably deflected , and slid to the side with a chirping sound.

The black-clothed swordsman never expected that his decisive blow would fail, and his figure was completely unable to control himself by the strange spinning force. When his feet were floating and terrified, he was hit by Mu Yun's palm again on the shoulder. .

This palm almost shattered the shoulder blades of the black-clothed swordsman, his chest was boiling with blood, and with a muffled groan, he took advantage of the situation to fall backwards, kicking, kicking, and kicking back more than a dozen steps before he stood firmly on the stake, accompanied by a heavy blow. He was gasping for breath and his heart was beating violently, and his forehead was also covered with bead-sized beads of sweat.

Mu Yun stretched out his fingers to seal the acupuncture points near the wound, then took a deep breath, stared at the black-clothed swordsman and said, "To be honest, I really want to thank you."

A trace of surprise flashed across the eyes of the black-clothed swordsman, and while he was concentrating on everything, he gasped and said, "What do you mean?"

Mu Yun exercised his muscles and bones, and said with a sneer: "But thanking you is meaningless."

The black-clothed swordsman's heart trembled, and he only heard Mu Yun continue to say: "Because, I can't keep you today."

When Mu Yun finished his sentence, he immediately stepped forward, using the piccolo in his hand to distract himself with a sword move, and then stabbed.

The black-clothed swordsman hadn't regained his blood, and his internal strength was weak, so how could he dare to force him at the moment, he dodged and floated back, and at the same time shot a few plum blossom needles with shaking hands, intending to slightly hinder Mu Yun's offensive.

Unexpectedly, before the needle light got close to him, he was forced to lose his direction by an invisible spinning force, and only slid past Mu Yun's body.

The black-clothed swordsman was surprised, seeing the piccolo piercing his chest like a thunderbolt, he had no choice but to swing the sword to strike.

The Zimang sword had been hit by the piccolo before, and it had already shown slight cracks, now the two sides fought again, only to hear the crackling sound, the sword actually shattered on the spot.

The black-clothed swordsman was frightened and terrified. Although he took advantage of the situation to retreat almost in a hurry, his chest was penetrated by the sword energy, and the circulation of his inner breath became more and more suffocated.

Mu Yun gained power and refused to let others, Piccolo slashed the throat of the black-clothed swordsman again.The black-clothed swordsman's eyes froze, and suddenly there was a gleaming and bright dagger in his hand, which could withstand Mu Yun's piccolo in a short time.

The short sword is only about seven inches long, but it clearly exudes a cold and evil spirit.There was a slight trace of blood on the sharp blade, which was the sharp weapon that almost pierced Mu Yun's heart just now.

Mu Yun looked at it clearly, and felt a surge of hatred in his chest. Piccolo urged him again, and suddenly he heard a light ding. The dagger was not as strong as Piccolo, and it was hit out of a crescent-shaped gap.

The black-clothed swordsman snorted, staggered and took several steps back, his astonished eyes showed infinite regret.

Mu Yun was about to continue to kill, but when he suddenly saw the eyes of the swordsman in black, he couldn't help but feel a little touched, and when he stopped his flute and stood still, he said coldly: "Do you want to die?"

The black-clothed swordsman stared at Mu Yun, and said bitterly, "Even if I die, I won't die by your hands."

Mu Yun snorted and said: "You are really stubborn, then kill yourself."

The black-clothed swordsman was stunned, still staring at Mu Yun and said, "You are from the Kunlun sect, why did you sacrifice your life for Murong Zhuo?"

Mu Yun said in disbelief, "Then why did you sneak attack on Chaotian Tower?"

The black-clothed swordsman opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and then said in a deep voice: "Murong Zhuo is despicable and shameless, a wolfish and ambitious man, we must get rid of him."

Mu Yun said disapprovingly: "What a wicked person to file a complaint first. You first took advantage of the situation and then poisoned innocent people. Such despicable acts, I don't know if they are considered wolfish ambitions, should they be punished?"

The black-clothed swordsman said disdainfully: "If you help the tyrant to abuse, there will always be a day when you regret it. I advise you not to make mistakes."

Mu Yun snorted coldly, walked closer and at the same time said in a cold voice: "I'll give back what you said just now, since you don't want to kill yourself, don't blame me for doing it."

The black-clothed swordsman took a step back subconsciously, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it really immortal?"

Mu Yun nodded and said, "Just take it as my revenge."

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head and sighed softly: "Forget it, I should die today, cough... Your surname seems to be Qi?"

Mu Yun said coldly: "Do you need to know?"

The black-clothed swordsman laughed at himself, "I just want to know whose hand it was."

Mu Yun said softly: "You really forgot the cruel words you said?"

The black-clothed swordsman said faintly: "There is nothing serious except death. After all, I don't have the courage to kill myself."

Mu Yun didn't expect the black-clothed swordsman to be so honest, and he couldn't help but lose [-]% of his anger. After hesitating for a moment, he coughed and said, "My name is Mu Yun."

The black-clothed swordsman nodded and said, "Thank you for letting me know, I'm sorry."

Mu Yun hesitated slightly, and asked casually, "Are you also one of the six warriors?"

Saixin gave a dry laugh, and asked without answering: "Do you think I look like me?"

Mu Yun froze for a moment, staring at Sacred Heart with both eyes and said: "Then there is nothing to say, you can fight back."

Sacred Heart slowly closed his eyes, and said in a calm manner: "Forget it, after I die, please keep this Yaoguang Sword for me, and if I can return it to Brother Xiang and his wife, I will be deeply impressed by it. "

Mu Yun saw that he was waiting to die in peace, and it was difficult to strike for a while, so he said in a deep voice: "This sword almost took my life, if I get it, I will smash it into rotten iron, so you should ask for more blessings." .”

He intended to stir up Sixin to fight again, but unexpectedly, his eyes were still slightly closed, and he said casually: "If you only have this little temperament, then it's up to you."

Hearing the words, Mu Yun couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, stared blankly at Si Xin for a moment, then suddenly asked: "What is your intention here tonight?"

Sacred Heart said indifferently: "Do you think I will tell you?"

After Mu Yun asked, he felt that it was unnecessary, and now he heard Shi Xin's sarcasm, and couldn't help being angry, and said coldly: "Does the dead still keep secrets?"

Si Xin paused for a moment, sighed and said, "Isn't the dead the best to keep secrets?"

(End of this chapter)