Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 438 Mu Yumo's Sword

"Sir, you underestimate me."

In the smoke and dust, Mu Yumo wiped the red from the corners of her mouth and walked out slowly. Some parts of her emerald green dress were stained red by blood, which was extremely dazzling.

"Aren't you Da Xiaoyao?"

The scholar's lips were blue and purple, which was a sign that the cold had penetrated into his bones. It was obvious that he did not feel well from Mu Yumo's attack just now.

"Sir, you are joking. I have never said that I am a free and easy person!"

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out and turned into ice chips in mid-air. The scholar put his hand on his chest, his face ashen.

War situation.

Both sides suffer.

"How can this be!!"

Lei Wujie was completely confused. Mu Yumo was clearly a Great Free and Easy Heaven Realm cultivator, and they had just met before.

“She was lost in thought.”

Tang Lian seemed a little unconvinced. Although there were many people wandering in the mysterious realm in the martial arts world nowadays, those people were not the figures who appeared in the martial arts world in recent decades, but the old seniors who had been famous for a long time.

In his opinion, Mu Yumo, the Dark River killer who was about the same age as his master, had neither the talent nor the opportunity to support her to cross the chasm and become a master in the realm of the divine.

"It's him!!"

Xiao Se's eyes changed, as if he thought of something.

Tang Lian was stunned, as if she suddenly understood something, her eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

Mu Yumo was captured by Zhao Shouyi and also rescued by him, so it is not difficult to guess the other party's current realm.

"Since you like to use swords, how about I give you a sword?"

"You know how to use a sword?"

After all, he was in the realm of divine wandering. After a brief relief, he forced down the injury.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across the scholar's mouth. People who use swords have extremely distinctive characteristics, both in terms of their physical shape and artistic conception.

But Mu Yumo didn't have that. On the contrary, her palm was smooth and delicate, just like a soft piece of cloth. Such a hand was not suitable for holding a sword.

"Who says you can't draw a sword if you don't know how to use it?"

Suddenly, Mu Yumo had a bamboo flute in his hand. It was emerald green, small and exquisite, and the whole body was like jade.

When Shusheng and Xiao Se saw this scene, they were very curious. What was Mu Yumo planning to do?
But soon, they had the answer.

"If you are not in a trance, seeing him is like a frog in a well looking up at the moon; if you are in a trance, seeing him is like a mayfly seeing the sky."

Before Xiao Se and the others could figure out what Mu Yumo meant by this, they felt that in an instant, the heaven and earth changed and the stars appeared in the daytime.

"This is."

Xiao Se and the others' hearts suddenly skipped a beat, and almost subconsciously, they began to retreat frantically.

The scholar's eyes began to twitch wildly, and he was about to retreat, but when he pulled his foot away, he suddenly found that his body had been frozen. "Sword Qi!!"

Yes, it was sword energy, a very thin sword energy, but it gave people a feeling of being stabbed in the back, as if this sword energy could split the sky and earth in half.

"Whose sword is this??"

The scholar's face changed and he lost his composure. It was true that he was a scholar, but he was also a swordsman. Since he was born, he had never seen such a sharp sword energy.

It was originally an ordinary sword energy, which came from the bamboo flute. It was different from what he had imagined. From this sword, what he saw was not the seemingly weak woman in front of him, but a god.

There is a mountain in the world, and there is a god standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the world. What he sees is a pair of cold eyes, without any emotions, only the justice of heaven.

"This is not my sword!"

The gentle voice carried the flavor of death. Xiao Se and the others' pupils suddenly shrank, and the sword energy as thin as a hair gradually enlarged in their eyes. This sword was really dazzling.

"It's his sword!"

Although Xiao Se is using the Wuji Stick now, he is not only able to use it. The Xiao family has the Jinglong Sword Technique, and the former King Langya was proficient in this art.

Read more latest popular novels at 6.9*shuba!

Therefore, Xiao Se also has considerable attainments in the way of the sword. This is the same as the spear immortal. As a contemporary strong man in the way of the spear, he can also control the unparalleled sword box. The eighteen martial arts in the world are all interconnected in the end.

“The gap has widened!”

Tang Lian's tone became a little complicated. In the battle of the East China Sea, they were bystanders, and Zhao Shouyi deliberately avoided them, so for the battle between Zhao Shouyi and Mo Yi, they could only feel that the fighting power of the two was very exaggerated, but if they wanted to say the specific details, they couldn't say it.

But now it is different. Mu Yumo is not the real Zhao Shouyi. She cannot control all the trump cards Zhao Shouyi gave her. So when this sword is swung out, they can feel the power contained in this sword, the unconcealed power.

If they were facing the Taoist priest Zhao Shouyi instead of this scholar, they would not even have a chance to escape, let alone delay, that would be a fantasy.

"Mu Yumo's previous words!"

Lei Wujie tightened the sword in his hand. It was different from the last time in the East China Sea. He was deeply touched by this fight.

It is said that the more you know, the less courageous you become, because you know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is.

Perhaps when Zhao Shouyi and Li Hanyi fought each other back then, those swords were definitely not the same as what they felt. Standing in the Free Land Realm to watch the Divine Wandering Realm was like standing at the foot of a mountain to watch the top of the mountain. Now that they have all entered the Free Heaven Realm, watching the Divine Wandering Realm again is like standing on the mountainside to watch the top of the mountain. The scene they see is really different.

"I really want to know what Brother Zhao's sword looks like in the eyes of my sisters?"

Suddenly, a fire burned in Lei Wujie's eyes, burning hotly. This sword did not destroy his faith, but made him more determined.

He wanted to see what different scenery he would see if he could stand on the top of the mountain and in front of Zhao Shouyi one day.

He didn't know when his goal had changed. Becoming famous was no longer his only pursuit. He stood in front of that man and saw the scenery he saw.

"I think the sword they saw would be much cooler!!"

Xiao Se made a rare joke, and the next moment, the world was silent. The strange phenomenon caused by the fall of the spirit was directly destroyed by the sword slashed by Mu Yumo.

"Amitabha!!"

Buddhist verses were heard from the sky, as if mourning the passing of this fellow practitioner, and also as if lamenting the tremendous power of the sword just now.

The movement on the distant hill also stopped abruptly. Several figures turned back again and looked at the body split into two on the ground. The three of them shook their heads. This result was definitely not what they wanted to see.

The three of them looked at Mu Yumo deeply, as if they wanted to remember this girl.
(End of this chapter)