The breeze roars the rivers and lakes

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing through the mountains and forests full of fallen leaves, making a whistling sound, like thousands of ghosts and gods crying!

A young man was half-kneeling on the dark cliff at this time, and the long clothes fluttering in the wind were all dazzling bright red.The young man's face was full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, but the sharp sword in his hand was still making an unyielding dragon chant in the wind.

Around this young man lay a dozen or so cold corpses. They were of different ages, clothes, and expressions when they died, but the way of death was exactly the same, all of them had their throats sealed with a sword. !

At this time, the setting sun has already set in the west, like the setting sun of blood, staining the white clouds drifting by slowly, and also staining the clear and quiet mountain forest red.Everything was so quiet, except for the whistling wind, there was no other sound.

The young man slightly raised his head, stared at the sun that was about to set on the western mountain, a layer of frost condensed in his clear eyes, and secretly thought: In half an hour, the moon should come out!

Thinking of this, the young man lowered his head lightly again, looked at the tears of Qingcheng tightly clutched in his palm, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly with a glaring bright red, he subconsciously spit out the names of two people: "Qingchengzhi" Son, Qi Xiang..."

At this moment, he felt that there were too many things in his mind, pouring into his mind layer by layer like billowing waves.Too much nostalgia, too much reluctance, made him feel at a loss.

This feeling is like poison piercing the intestines, like a sharp sword piercing the heart, a pain that penetrates into the bone marrow, and panic that is everywhere.He wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to flee?

The young man who seemed to have been completely emptied of his body had a look of panic on top of his resolute expression.Vaguely, he saw two figures, one of which was walking towards him, and the other was leaving him.

He wanted to open his arms to hug the figure walking towards him, but he couldn't bear to part with the Yiren who was about to leave.In desperation, he had no choice but to stay where he was, and fell into a deep painful struggle.

"Lin Yu, we meet again!" Just as the young man was struggling, a gloomy and arrogant voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

The young man raised his stubborn and resolute head, his clear eyes formed a thin layer of ice, stared fixedly at the visitor, gritted his teeth and said three words: "Murong Xuan!"

A sinister smile flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes, and he said coldly, "Hand over the tears of the city!"

Lin Yu snorted coldly, and shouted, "Huh, as long as I have one breath left, you will never get the tears of the city!"

Murong Xuan let out a few strange laughs, and said: "Jie Jie... Jie Jie... You have exhausted your true energy now, why are you fighting with me?"

Lin Yu waved the Qingfeng sword angrily, and shouted in a cold voice: "Just rely on my life and the Qingfeng sword in my hand!"

"Jie Jie...Jie Jie...Old Man Qingfeng has indeed taken in a good apprentice, but he's just a little too presumptuous!" Murong Xuan said with a cold smile.

"Hmph, are you overestimating yourself? Don't you know if you try it?" Lin Yu snorted angrily, swung his sword and stabbed at Murong Xuan.

At the moment when Lin Yu stabbed out the sword, the ghost fire in Murong Xuan's hand attacked Lin Yu almost at the same time.

boom!

The fierce Qingfeng Sword and the domineering Nether Ghost Fire met in mid-air, making continuous bang and explosion sounds.The returning birds that had entered the forest in the sky, after a few wailings, fell down one after another like stones.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yu suddenly turned his wrist sideways, bypassed the ghost fire, and stabbed directly at Murongxuan's throat.

Seeing the situation, Murong Xuan hid his figure like a ghost.At the same time, the ghost fire in his hand hit Lin Yu's chest fiercely.

Seeing the critical situation, Lin Yu tapped his toes to the ground, jumped into the air, temporarily avoided the menacing ghost fire, and stabbed Murong Xuan's head with 81 [-] swords.

The breeze and sword energy rushed towards Murong Xuan like rain, but every time he dodged it with ingenious movements.

After the last wave of sword energy turned into rain, two ghost fires rushed towards Lin Yu from two directions.

When Lin Yu saw a sword piercing the air, he immediately swung the Qingfeng sword suddenly, cut through the air, and used the momentum to use his true energy to display the body technique of the blue dragon and the waves, and then jumped three feet into the air.

"You dare to show off your skills in front of this deity, it's really tricky!" Murong Xuan snorted coldly when he saw Lin Yu's Canglong Folding Waves technique.

Before he finished speaking, he saw two groups of black air on the palm of his hand slamming into the ground, and the whole person flew into the air like a fairy flying through the clouds.

Lin Yu stepped into the void, and the Qingfeng Sword swept towards Murong Xuan with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

With a wave of Murong Xuan's sleeves, two ghostly will-o'-the-wisps greeted him like wind and clouds.

boom!

The two ultimate moves emitted brilliant light in the sky, falling down like thousands of shooting stars.

Under the crazy attack of two groups of ghost fires, the dragon transformed by Qingfeng sword energy only lasted one round before being surrounded by groups of ghost fires and completely defeated.

puff!

A ball of ghostly ghost fire just hit Lin Yu's chest, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff, which stained the whole sky red.

However, before the corner of Murong Xuan's mouth showed a smug smile, he suddenly saw a dazzling flame burst out of Lin Yu's chest, forming the appearance of the legendary beast Huo Qilin, and rushed towards him.

Murong Xuan was shocked when he saw the situation, and said in astonishment: "How can he know the Qilin holy fire?"

While expressing astonishment, the black gloom around Murong Xuan flourished, and a group of ghost fires that were several times stronger than before had condensed in the palm of his hand, and with a bang, he greeted the Qilin holy fire.

boom!

The kylin holy fire and ghost fire suddenly collided in mid-air, and the whole world changed color immediately.The time shrouded in black and red is like a real purgatory on earth!

puff!

puff!

At the moment when the two flames collided, Murong Xuan and Lin Yu spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time.It's just that Lin Yu's injury was serious, and he immediately lost consciousness like a stone, falling from the sky.

Ah Feng, who just rushed over, saw this scene, and immediately called out: "Brother Lin!"

The moment the voice came out, he raised his true energy, jumped into the air, and caught Lin Yu who was falling at a high speed.

"You all have to die today!" Murong Xuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, cast an angry glance at everyone, and said murderously.

"Lin Yong, Yan Yun, you two take good care of Big Brother Lin, I'll deal with Old Ghost Murong!" Seeing this situation, A Feng hurriedly handed Lin Yu, who was almost dying, to Lin Yong and Yan Yun who arrived later , and he raised the jet-black broken knife and charged forward.

"Hmph, another guy who overestimates himself!" Murong Xuan snorted coldly when he saw the situation, and slapped Ah Feng with a wave of his palm.

A Feng Dao is like a fierce tiger, mixed with the power of destroying heaven and earth, it directly smashes Murong Xuan's sky cover and goes away!

A Feng's saber technique itself is extremely superb and fierce, and he has also practiced the Fengshen Jue of Wuxiang Divine Art, which is even more powerful.Now that he is sacrificing his life for a blow with all his strength, even Murong Xuan, the terrifying master of painting, dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

The two ultimate moves have advantages and disadvantages for each other, basically no one has any advantages.

Murong Xuan looked at A Feng carefully with a strange expression, and after a while, he asked a little bit puzzled: "Wuhun Saber, boy, what is your relationship with Wujiang Dragon King?"

Hearing Murong Xuan's words, Ah Feng's expression was also shocked, and he asked in amazement: "How do you know the name of my saber technique?"

The knife technique that Ah Feng is using now, the formulas and mental techniques are all taught by his mother when he was a child.The martial arts moves are basically all by himself in the mountains and forests, flipping through boring sword manuals when he has nothing to do.According to the mental formulas that I have memorized by heart, I slowly realized it by myself.Its proficiency is also practiced by using a group of ferocious and large beasts such as wolves, tigers, leopards, wild boars, and giant pythons. Although the way is very wild, its power must not be underestimated.

The four big characters on the knife book: Soul Shaman Sword Book, the handwriting is basically unrecognizable at this time, but he has always kept it with him, after all, this is the only thing his mother left him in this world, and It is also the only clue for him to find the mystery of his own life experience.Seeing Murong Xuan explain the origin of this saber technique at a glance now, how can he not feel a huge wave in his heart?

Murong Xuan looked A Feng up and down again, and muttered to himself: "This kid really looks a bit like the Dragon King of Wujiang, could it be..."

A Feng saw that the mystery of his life experience that he had been pursuing so hard now had some clues, so he couldn't wait to ask: "Murong Xuan, what did you imagine just now, who is this Wujiang Dragon King?"

Murong Xuan was stunned, and asked in astonishment: "You really don't know who is the Dragon King of Wujiang?"

A Feng snorted coldly, and shouted: "If you don't know, you don't know, can you still lie to you?"

Murong Xuan pondered for a moment, wanting to say something more, but when he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye that the setting sun had completely fallen under the Western Mountain, he immediately felt anxious. Open the gate of the fantasy world, and then the old monster, Our Lady of Peach Blossoms, will take the opportunity to escape...

Thinking of this, Murong Xuan didn't dare to think about it any further, beads of sweat the size of beans even appeared on his forehead, and he shouted anxiously: "If you don't want to die, just hand me the tears of Qingcheng, or else you will die." Son of an old man, I will never show mercy!"

When Ah Feng heard the words "the son of the old man", he was suddenly shocked again, and asked anxiously, "What is the son of the old man, who is this old man?"

Seeing that the moonlight was about to come out, Murong Xuan, who was so anxious at this moment, would not have the leisure to talk to Ah Feng about these things. The black air was billowing on his body, and between his palms, there was already a group of extremely powerful ghostly ghost flames. He rushed towards Ah Feng.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Ah Feng hurriedly waved the black broken knife and went straight to meet him.

Who knows that Murong Xuan did not confront him directly, but took the opportunity to jump into the air, and chased after Yan Yun and Lin Yong in the direction where Lin Yu was fleeing just now...