Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

The majestic mountain at midnight is full of Taoism.

On the Baizhang Peak, the elites of Daozhen, Daoling, and Daoxuan gathered together to witness the duel between Butterfly Lord Yinchuan and Mu Zhengrong.

This duel is not only Mu Zhengrong's revenge for the death of his brother, but also determines the leadership of the Taoist sect against the Black Sea Prison.

As the mediator between the two parties, Cang took the lead in explaining: "This decision only determines victory or defeat, not life and death. No matter what the outcome is, this grudge will be put aside. The righteous will unite and eradicate the evil with all their strength."

Juanshoutian and Yuanwuxiang listened silently.

Dao Ling's representative thanked the master for being a little worried: "It is rumored that Lord Yinchuan Butterfly's sword skills are not bad."

Fellow practitioner Zu Hongjun hurriedly interrupted him: "Don't try to increase others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige. I believe Dongjun will definitely win."

At this moment, hundreds of red butterflies flew in, dancing in psychedelic colors under the moonlight.

Mr. Butterfly of Yinchuan is here.

Besides him, there are four others, Huang Quan, Cui Luo Han, Chao Yi Zhu and Qing Shuang Tai.

The four of them said nothing and kept a few feet away from the people in the Taoist sect to watch.

However, the cold aura conveyed by the four people made Mu Zhengrong feel intimidated and murderous.

Mr. Butterfly glanced around and focused his gaze on Mu Zhengrong:

"Are you Mu Zhengrong? Mr. Butterfly is here as invited. How do you want to fight?"

Mu Zhengrong looked at the enemy who killed his brother, with hatred burning in his eyes, and then he took a step forward: "I'll finish him right here in three moves."

"Three moves, you are so confident."

The night wind is cold and solemn, the Bagua begins the battle, and the wind of Mu Zhengrong's fist is like a long river of water, rushing towards Mr. Butterfly.

"Butterfly Heaven Slash!"

A fast and curved arc of the sword first blocked the punch and then attacked the boxer.

Mu Zhengrong bent down softly, dodged the arc of the knife, rushed to Butterfly in an instant, and punched him in the head again.

Split, drill, collapse, cannon, and horizontal, there are five hidden moves in one move, fully displaying the mystery of Bagua flow.

Lord Butterfly felt like he was in the eye of a storm, and he suddenly felt that the energy all over his body was entangled, as if he was being squeezed by thousands of mountains, his energy was stagnant, and it was difficult to swing the butterfly blade.

Daozhen's group and Tiandu's four men were watching the battlefield closely, waiting for the final result to come.

On the distant peak, Jiu Shenlian was also watching the battle with the Four Seal Truths.

Yu Wuyi asked: "Holy Navigator, what are we waiting for?"

"Humph, the people in the Taoist sect have made an appointment with me. As long as they finish fighting, we can ambush the injured Butterfly Lord halfway and we can exchange for the sick boy."

"Wouldn't this be a violation of the agreement between Prince Xuanxiao and Tiandu? Besides, with four people from Tiandu on the side, we may not be able to capture Lord Butterfly."

Jiu Shenlian has already considered everything: "Yinchuan Butterfly Lord is not from Tiandu. Forest Prison can touch him, but Tiandu cannot interfere with our actions due to the covenant."

Although Yu Wuyi felt uneasy, Jiu Shenlian had the token of Prince Xuanxiao in his hand, so he had no choice but to obey the arrangement.

Mu Zhengrong and Mr. Butterfly have already entered the second move. They are surrounded by gossip and frightened by body and mind. Mr. Butterfly is unable to make a move and can't help but dodge with his dexterous body.

He fell into crisis several times and escaped several times with his rich combat experience.

The third move is the final move.

Mu Zhengrong's eyes showed murderous intent, and his true energy reached its peak: "Bagua Change·Zhenlong Pingyuntuo!"

As a peerless killer, Mr. Butterfly immediately noticed the subtle changes in his opponent. Just when Mu Zhengrong's inner breath was gathering and the wind of the fist was about to come out, Hongdie suddenly transformed and absorbed all the sword energy.

A bright red light broke through the dark night and turned into a flowing shadow and sword light.

"Butterfly Shadow Sword Flow!"

The fists and knives collided with fierce loud noises, the mountain wind roared, and the earth cracked.

After the wind calmed down, he saw a scene in front of his eyes. He was shocked to see the butterfly chop pressing on Mu Zhengrong's neck, and the sword light blew out a circle of light red.

Mr. Butterfly's other arm hung limply, probably because he had been punched by Mu Zhengrong.

This move means that Mr. Butterfly sacrifices his left arm in exchange for a killing blow.

"Is this the difference between a warrior and a killer?"

Mr. Butterfly retracted his sword and said, "Those who cherish their lives often have a harder time surviving. This grudge ends here. You sects should resist the Black Sea Forest Prison. I am going to travel abroad."

Mu Zhengrong's eyes flashed: "Do you want to leave this difficult situation?"

"Happiness in life lies in the warmth of your wife and children. You Taoist priests cannot understand this."

Mr. Butterfly turned around and left side by side with the people from Tiandu.

At this moment, a punch that was stronger and heavier than before came and hit the life point on Butterfly Lord's back.

This move came suddenly and shocked everyone in the Taoist sect.

"Mu Zhengrong you!"

"Mr. Butterfly, be careful!"

Unexpectedly, just when everyone thought Lord Butterfly was dead, the red butterfly sword suddenly lit up, spanning the sky like a rainbow, and slashed towards Mu Zhengrong.

"Uh!"

"what!"

Butterfly Lord immediately jumped forward after drawing his sword, dodging most of the punch.

Cui Luohan then flew out a nine-needle sword move to seal the scar, and then input the inner energy of a scroll of life.

Mr. Butterfly coughed several times and vomited blood.

Looking at Mu Zhengrong again, this knife was completely unprepared, piercing the abdomen and heart, cutting off several bones and meridians.

Although Cang despised his sneak attack, she couldn't bear to see Mu Zhengrong die on the spot. He shook the duster and eagerly injected a gentle Tao Qi to temporarily heal Mu Zhengrong's injuries.

Being attacked in front of his eyes, Huang Quan was angry and resentful. He drew out his spear and pointed it at Mu Zhengrong.

"He who breaks his promise deserves to die!"

Cang put down Mu Zhengrong and came over to apologize: "I'm sorry! But he brought it upon himself and has been seriously injured. I hope Mr. Butterfly and everyone in Tiandu will show mercy."

Huang Quan was very unwilling: "Heaven is so ruthless! What do you say, Mr. Butterfly?"

After spitting out the congestion, most of the wounds in his body were healed.

Mr. Butterfly smiled unexpectedly: "Master Die, I have a lot, so please forgive him once. I hope you, Mu Zhengrong, can live longer."

"Ok?"

In the embarrassment of everyone in the Taoist sect, Mr. Butterfly and the people from Tiandu went down the mountain.

Cang sighed: "It's not appropriate to discuss the Taoist leaders today. I'll invite you all another day. Please."

"Xian first please."

When Cang left, Juan Shuotian and Yuan Wuxiang resigned together.

Thanks to Shi and Zu Hongjun for their polite words, seeing that Mu Zhengrong was out of danger, he also left Xiongshan.

In a blink of an eye, the mountains were deserted.

The moon is bright and the wind is cold.

Mu Zhengrong crossed his legs and adjusted his breathing, but he still felt that his heart and soul were seriously wounded by the knife. If this continues, it will inevitably cause great damage to his body.

"Damn Mr. Butterfly! Well... if you want to recover quickly, the only way is to combine your energy and go find her!"

The moon is hazy and misty, the water is silent, and no one is crossing the boat in the wild.

Leisurely people are admiring the beautiful scenery under the moon.

Suddenly, a voice came: "Shanlong Yinxiu, your leisurely time is over."

"It's you, Master of the Palm Pearl, Lingxi Zhixia."

After many years of silence, Lingxi Zhixia actually let out a light scold and punched Shanlong Yinxiu directly.

Shanlong knew it in his heart and raised his fists to fight, and the two immediately entered into a fierce fight.

Bang bang bang, flutter flutter.

The punches were like meteors, each punch was heavier than the last. In the wind and under the moon, the punches caused the river water to surge and the vegetation to be destroyed.

After ten battles, Shanlong Yinxiu jumped onto the mast and said, "Kill with every move, Master Que really doesn't want Shan to live?"

"Distraction is the greatest insult to me, ah!"

The woman does not give in to the man's eyebrows, her fingers are sharp and her eyes are full of passion, and she strikes hard again.

"It's time to rest."

The mountain dragon turned over, grabbed its hands, attacked its roots, and drove away the enemy in one go.

Lingxi Zhixia finally stopped and said his intention: "Shanlong Yinxiu, you understand the demand for the evil dragon arm in the boxing domain, are you willing to hand it over?" "I'm sorry, Shan doesn't want the situation in the North and South Road to really rise again. In the past The entanglement has sacrificed too many people."

"So you want to wipe the slate clean and make the sacrifices of the past worthless."

Shan Long has his own opinion: "The sacrifices made in the past have already paid a bloody price, and Shan cannot bear to see them again."

Lingxi Zhixia said angrily: "You can choose to sit back and watch, but I hope you can lend me your evil dragon arm for one month."

"Master Que, good soldiers are unlucky. If they are used properly, they are good; if they are used incorrectly, they are evil. Your hatred is so strong now that you cannot borrow this thing."

"you!"

Lingxi Zhixia was unwilling to give up what he wanted, and proposed a solution: "Within ten moves, if you don't use the evil dragon arm to defeat me, I will be convinced and will not be embarrassed. On the contrary, if you lose, let me know this And I feel no shame.”

"This?"

Shanlong then thought about it, instead of letting her struggle endlessly, it would be better to let her lose and give up.

"Okay, I will accept your bet and please teach me."

"Watch out and drink!"

Before he finished speaking, he attacked with fists and palms, attacking without mercy, just to win without being allowed to swallow defeat.

Lingxi Zhixian made aggressive moves and pressed forward step by step. Although Shanlong Yinxiu only used one arm, he was still walking like a chariot and did not fall behind.

In the blink of an eye, there are eight moves.

"drink!"

Lingxi Zhixia suddenly shouted loudly, full of his true energy, and struck with a shocking punch.

Shanlong had no choice but to turn from defense to offense and take action to repel the enemy: "I'm offended."

Just when Shanlong punched Lingxi Zhixia with a heavy punch, Lingxi Zhixia turned around and sent his plump breasts towards Shanlong's fist.

Shanlong hurriedly stopped his hand, and the strong force of his return immediately hit his insides hard.

Before he could catch his breath, Lingxi Zhixia slapped him across the face: "You, shameless!"

"I?"

Shanlong wanted to tell the difference, Lingxi Zhixia kicked him suddenly and knocked him to the ground.

"The tenth move, you lose."

Shanlong covered his face and got up: "This?"

"I am willing to admit defeat and hand over the evil dragon's arm."

"Ah, okay."

Shanlong sighed, untied the copper buckle, removed the evil dragon arm, hid it in the evil dragon bag, and handed it to Lingxi Zhixia together.

"After one month, I will return it as scheduled and say goodbye."

Lingxi Zhixia happily turned around the fist area.

Ten miles away, Mu Zhengrong came on the moon, just in the direction of Lingxi Zhixian.

Just when the two of them met, the sword energy in Mu Zhengrong's body surged again, causing him unbearable pain.

"It's better to adjust your breath for a while first, otherwise you may not be able to succeed when you meet her."

Mu Zhengrong looked around and suddenly saw a cave not far away.

He entered cautiously, not expecting that the cave was long and deep. After walking for several miles, a light came from the cave.

Mu Zhengrong followed the light until he reached the end of the cave.

Sure enough, there was a woman lying under an oil lamp.

Hearing the footsteps, the woman struggled to sit up: "Who is it?"

"Ok?"

Under the bright and dim lights, what caught Mu Zhengrong's eyes was an incredibly beautiful face.

Seeing Mu Zhengrong, the beauty's eyes flashed with strange color.

Beauty and poison enter the heart, and love is deeply rooted.

"Girl, what is this?"

"I have been injured for a long time. I am recovering here and making my husband laugh."

Mu Zhengrong walked up to the woman unknowingly and looked at her wounds.

I saw nine sword wounds that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, stabbing into the woman's nine major acupoints.

"Nine Needles Spirit Point, were you injured by the Jade Hand Nine Needles Cuiluo Han?"

"Yes, it's that bitch!"

"Girl's name?"

With beauty and poison in hand, the woman is not afraid to say her name: "I am quietly Fu Yueying, I wonder who you are sir?"

"Xiongshan Dongyu·Mu Zhengrong."

"It turns out to be Dongjun, the master of Bagua Xinliu, whom Yueying has admired for a long time."

It turns out that Yan Da Mida led the Eight-Colored Banners to attack Tiandu that day, and Fu Yueying obeyed Mida's order and poisoned him.

Unexpectedly, the toxin was completely destroyed by the antidote reserved by Gu Duming, and he was seriously injured by Cui Luohan.

Knowing something was wrong, Fu Yueying took advantage of the chaos to escape from the battlefield and found this cave to recuperate.

Not long after Bo Xun died, Fu Yueying was even more afraid to come out and has been hiding until now.

Seeing that Mu Zhengrong came here unintentionally, Fu Yueying seemed to have survived from a desperate situation.

She got off the stone couch and struggled to salute, but due to her serious injuries, she fell into Mu Zhengrong's arms.

Mu Zhengrong's thoughts were racing.

After hugging her for a while, he put her back on the stone couch and asked tentatively: "Does Yueying know that there is a secret healing technique in the door that can heal our injuries?"

"What secret technique is it?"

"Bagua flow originated from Taoism. Taoism advocates the coordination of yin and yang, complementing each other. The so-called yin does not grow alone, and yang does not grow alone. The method of combining and crossing the qi can make yin and yang blend, so as to nourish the essence and consolidate the foundation. The miraculous effect of cultivating the essence. If it lasts for a long time, it will be able to unite heaven and man, and the soul will leave the body and become an immortal."

Fu Yueying is not an ignorant girl, she has had profound experiences with Zhan Yunxiao and Mida.

Hearing this, I was secretly unhappy.

Mu Zhengrong is someone she can use, but he is not her favorite target.

He immediately frowned and said, "What Dongjun said is absolutely true. However, Yueying is too seriously injured at this moment, so it is inconvenient to use this method to heal the injury. It is better to wait for Yueying to pass the dangerous period, and then slowly study it with Dongjun."

"Take your time?"

Mu Zhengrong looked at the beauty's extremely beautiful face and severe injuries under the lamp, and said resolutely: "I can't wait, Yueying, come and treat her with me!"

"Mu Zhengrong, you! Ah~"

With a scream, all his clothes fell off him.

Tears of humiliation fell from the corners of Fu Yueying's eyes. Looking back on his life, several figures passed before his eyes.

Bury Yunxiao...

The lights drifted, the grotto shook, and the night was dark and it was difficult to see.

Fu Yueying didn't know that it was already dawn outside, but the cave where she was hiding was too far away from the light.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Zhengrong got down from the stone couch and concentrated his energy. Most of the wounds in his body were really healed.

"Yueying, how do you feel? Is it effective? How about we continue the treatment, hahahahaha!"

Amidst the proud laughter, Mu Zhengrong suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood smelled bad, and it actually had a blue-green color.

"How could this happen? Moon Shadow! Moon Shadow!"

Mu Zhengrong shook Fu Yueying's body. The pale skin gradually became cold and the vitality disappeared little by little.

Fu Yueying showed her last sneer:
"Mu Zhengrong, you only see my beauty, but you forget that I am the daughter of the poisonous leader Ouyang Jin and the poisonous queen Dugudu. No man in this world can force me to do something I don't want to do. The same goes for you. Let me go down to the area..."

"No! Antidote? Where is the antidote!"

No sound came back to him.

For many years, when talking about Mu Zhengrong, the master of Bagua Flow, Mr. Butterfly would always defend himself: "I really didn't kill that Lese."

(I just finished coding and it was sent out again. It’s two-in-one. It’s gone today. No need to wait.) (End of this chapter)