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Chapter 663 Catastrophe
There are a large number of red and yellow koi in the Bi Angang pond, the stone fence is half missing, and the flowers are withered and the trees are broken.

There are vertical and horizontal drag marks all over the ground.

It was obvious that a fierce battle had just gone through in the courtyard.

Mu Zijian's heart trembled, he drew his sword in his hand, tiptoed his feet and bent his knees, leaning against the court tree and quickly approached.At first glance, a gallant horse hissed, which was a warning sound."Yichen" dressed in snow-white fur stepped out from behind the windmill that was climbing the double-petalled morning glory.

The multicolored bead curtain hanging on the door moved without wind, crisp and sounding.Xin Baige walked out slowly with his whisk in his arms.Wrapped in a white robe, like a snow-covered pine, she is reserved and dignified, but also indifferent, without a trace of human touch in the world of fireworks.

Mu Zijian breathed a sigh of relief, and then a faint, vague boredom appeared in his heart.

as usual.

He straightened his waist, returned the Qingni sword into its sheath, and walked out from behind the short trees planted in the courtyard.Without waiting for a voice to ask, the bead curtain moved again, Mu Lan hugged her pipa and followed, Rushuang's cheek was covered with a long bloodstain, veins like silk, drawn out by a whisk.

Mu Zijian was deeply surprised.

Mu Lan is perverse and provocative, and she didn't get much advantage from Xin Baige.It doesn't matter if you are indifferent or arrogant, Xin Baige has always paid little attention to Mu Lan, and it is really rare to take the initiative to find Mu Lan like this time.

What's even more surprising is that Mu Lan was able to swallow his anger.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Zijian's voice was cold and indifferent. After finishing speaking, he stopped watching Xin Baige, turned around and walked deep into the courtyard, and shouted: "Sifang."

Shangyue Bridge, also called: "Tianyuan!"

Still no answer.

"No need to call." Xin Baige said lightly: "I sent you to look for you and Yue Ting. It's just in time for you to come back. Father-in-law told me that you must leave Ruyin this morning at the latest. You have to go. "

Mu Zijian hates Xin Baige the most and mentions Mu Cangping.

He is not the eldest son that Mu Cangping is satisfied with, but Xin Baige is the eldest daughter-in-law that Mu Cangping has chosen out of thousands of people.Whenever the two had disagreements, Xin Baige moved out of Mu Cangping, always overpowering him,
This is also a major reason why he hates this wife.

Mu Zijian raised his sword and turned around: "I'm going to find Yueting. Yueting is not your sister, I don't expect you to help, but don't stop me."

He yelled at Mu Lan: "What are you doing standing there in a daze, and you haven't helped to find someone."

After this change in the business, his attitude towards Mu Lan has also changed a lot.In the past, he would not have made Mu Lan face like this in front of Xin Baige.

"I also have a younger sister, and my younger sister died. She died for the Mu family." Xin Baige said softly, her voice calm: "There are priorities, you are the son of Mu's family, you should know how to put the overall situation first."【 1】

"Put away your rhetoric!" Mu Zijian turned around angrily, and his words were unconsciously bitter: "I marry a wife and come into the house to educate and raise children, not to tell me how to be an old mother. You find out your surname is Xin, don't you?" Surnamed Mu."

For the sake of being so ugly, Xin Baige still didn't respond.

Mu Zijian turned around and left.

Xin Baige stood still for a moment, then suddenly made a move.The brown-red whisk swept out, swinging into a full circle, twisting and twisting in the air, accumulating sufficient strength, as hard as a piece of gold and iron, poking straight at the Sleeping Point on Mu Zijian's back.

Mu Zijian raised his arms and turned around, the sword was out of its sheath, and fell directly to the center of the whisk.

He has always been gentle and gentle to others, even if he hurts someone with a sword, he will always have an elegant posture, and he never fights brute force with others.Unexpectedly, such a move happened.

Singer Xinbai's heart was numb, he loosened his wrist to release the force, and the straight horse hair was loosened, instantly soft, and walked smoothly like flowing water, one wave after another, one arc after another, endlessly, entangled Xiang Mu Zijian's head, neck, wrist, waist, and limbs.

Mu Zijian slammed his sword down, and immediately drew the sword from the hilt. The movement was done in one go, and there was no time left.The clear and piercing light and shadow shuttled through the vast ocean woven by the ponytail, like thin ice cutting through red water.

This crazy woman!
Mu Zijian shouted: "Enough! If you don't stop, don't blame me for not caring about the relationship between husband and wife."

Xin Baige concentrates on attacking, turning and twisting his bright wrist, driving the whisk up and down, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, pointing, chopping, stabbing, wrapping, chopping, like the wind and rain, leaving Mu Zijian with no chance of retreating .

"If I let you take risks, I will truly ignore the relationship between husband and wife."

"Is it to please the old man?" Mu Zijian sneered, completely unaware that his address to Mu Cangping had also changed. In the past, he would never have dared to express his grievances.

But today he saw Jin Lianyin.

Even if it's just an illusion.

He hadn't dared to think of Jin Lianyin for many years, even in his dreams, he would be awakened.Because he killed his own sister.

Now his other sister is in danger again.At this time, he saw the face that was almost eroded out of outline by the years, and saw his mother's voice and smile. Maybe she had a deep understanding, and she came here specially to remind him not to make a second mistake.

Yueting... If Jin Yanchen kidnapped her, she could only die.

Mu Cangping will not miss her.

"Yueting is a woman, and you are the son of Mu's eldest son, and they are the most important target. I will go find it."

"I dare not work for you."

Mu Zijian frowned, and after finishing speaking, his moves turned sharp, and the brown-red whisk was cut off in half.The thin sword held the wind, and the move was fierce, it was actually a killer move.

Although Mu Zijian's swordsmanship is not as amazing as when Mu Cangping was born, it is still considered a small success.He is one of the best swordsmen in the world.

It's a pity that he has a genius father, and once had a genius sister.Let him, a bright pearl that should have been shining brightly, under the shining sun and stars, no one sees, no one appreciates, and it is as dim as dust.

Once the hostility comes out, the sword's edge is unstoppable.

He used all the moves in the cold and summer scroll - "Han Haibing", "Enduring Flooded Winter", "Sick Willow" - severe cold or blazing, with murderous intent.

Xin Baige was defeated for a while, and retreated in a row. His white clothes rolled up in the shadow of the sword, and the hem of the skirt at the bottom of the sleeves was smashed. Pieces of white snow flew in the biting wind of the sword, blending with nature, and entered winter in an instant.

A willow blade cut through the air, and with a sharp wind, it cut towards Mu Zijian's wrist.

The second piece, the third piece...the silver light formed a line.

It was Mu Lan who shot.She pulled the mechanism of the pipa.

She could bear Xin Baige slapping her face because Xin Baige brought a news that was almost fatal to her.

That is, Mumen found the body of the missing killer, and found out that those wounds came from the "non-style sword" of Qianyu, the palace master of Tianzi Palace - no style, that is, there is no move.Wanchang overcomes thousands of cases, a style-style killing sword.

In the entire rivers and lakes, only a thousand feathers can practice this kind of swordsmanship.

If the team that secretly cleared the road and covered Mu Dianke's trip to Luoyang was really led by Qian Yu, then she would have gotten into a catastrophe today.Mu Yueting ran away because of love, and it is not known whether she will be able to get back. If Mu Zijian made another mistake, one can imagine what will happen to her. 【2】

Because of Mu Lan's joining, the battle situation that was originally clear about the outcome became complicated again.

Mu Zijian's footsteps were wrong, and his figure flashed, avoiding the first two willow blades, and swung his sword to fly the third thin blade.

With a sound of "ding", the lingering sound did not dissipate, and the sword in Mu Zijian's hand could no longer move an inch.The reddish-brown ponytail is bound to the sword body, like a cocoon binding a spring silkworm, it is clear and sharp, but there is no chance to exert strength.

Mu Lan half-carrying the pipa, came galloping, Xueni slapped the back of Mu Zijian's neck, but he turned back and slapped Yue Xiong's mouth vigorously.

As soon as the two palms met in the air, Mu Lan felt a sharp pain at the suture of the broken bone, and hurriedly withdrew her strength.

None of the three people who were in the middle of the fight noticed that there was a new and tender willow leaf on the ground, which was slightly shaken and floated up.

A cold and bitter breath diffused quietly, invisible and intangible, but it made the person who felt it shudder.

It was too late when I felt it.

A very faint light flew out from the ground, there was no sound, no wind, and it took the best timing, the most difficult angle to observe, and the most difficult line to defend.

Everything counted just right.The light of the sky, the shadows of the clouds, the fallen leaves and the breeze are all covering the sword.

So the sword came out of nowhere, entered through the gap, and pierced into Mu Zijian's hip bone.

[1] Volume Two, Chapter 251 One Sword Slash;

[2] Volume III, Chapter 13 Weaknesses;
　I have to go to the hospital in the next few days, and the update may or may not be available.No more false notes.

　　
　
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