Under the illumination of Huozhezi, Wuming opened his eyes wide and observed carefully.
The hoof prints were broken a few steps ahead!
Uh-huh!
The ruthless sword was also drawn out in an instant.
The surrounding fields were silent, but the two brothers suddenly became motionless, staring directly at the hill.
"well--"
Not long after, a long sigh sounded from a hill not far away, and then, a masked man in black slowly walked over under the moonlight.
"Why come?"
Murderous aura overflowed invisibly between heaven and earth. Taoist Master Xingyue stood ten steps away from the two brothers, looking at them with pity in his eyes.
"Why leave?"
Wuming raised his head and asked coldly.
“When it’s time to go, you have to go.”
Taoist Master Xingyue replied calmly.
These are two really nonsensical questions. Why come? It's absolutely necessary. Everyone has his own principles. The same goes for Wuming Qingqing. Once they feel that they have to come, they will face thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of difficulties and dangers, mountains of swords and seas of fire, and Abi Hell, and they will not hesitate to do so.
As for why we need to leave, if we don’t leave, are we waiting to be slaughtered?
"Where is the prince?"
Wuming asked again.
"not dead."
Taoist Master Xingyue's answer was equally straightforward.
"Okay, we're going to take him back."
Wu Ming said it for sure.
"Haha, I don't agree."
Taoist Master Xingyue chuckled, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
"Okay, then ask it!"
Wuming nodded, threw away the fire stick, and let it ignite the dead grass on the roadside. The fire soon became brighter.
The sword is pointing forward diagonally.
This is the starting position of Kunlun Swordsmanship. The posture is humble and can be regarded as a courtesy to the younger generation.
"Oh, what a pity, what a pity."
Taoist Master Xingyue did not move, his tone full of regret.
"Draw out your sword!"
Wuming shouted softly in a cold voice, and the sword energy gradually spread throughout his body.
"well……"
Taoist Master Xingyue said as he folded a branch beside him.
"Just that?"
Wuming asked in shock, already angry.
"right."
Taoist Master Xingyue nodded and drew an arc casually.
However, with just such a slight stroke, Wuming immediately became nervous.
Neither of the brothers had participated in the Taishan Martial Arts Conference, so they didn't know what level Master Xingyue's kung fu had reached. But the casual stroke made by Taoist Xingyue just now actually contained several changes. You can attack if you want to attack, and you can defend if you want to defend.
There is no trick to win without a trick!
With such skill, a master like Wu Ming could naturally see that for a moment, he couldn't stab with his sword at an angle.
"I'm sorry!"
At this time, Wu Qing could not hold back and stabbed with his sword, trying to break the deadlock. His kung fu was not unknown, so he could naturally see the power of Master Xingyue's casual stroke, but someone had to be the first to strike.
Then, the briefly static picture suddenly moved.
Taoist Master Xingyue couldn't make a move, so he still made a casual stroke, with a cool posture, but unlimited murderous intent.
Seeing his brother take action, Wuming's sword also moved.
Under the moonlight, between heaven and earth, a battle with invisible gunpowder smoke was going on peacefully.
This is the strongest opponent the Wuming Brothers have encountered since their debut. All the moves are traceless. All experiences are useless. After all, not many people in this world know what Taoist Xingyue can do?
A small branch seems to issue a curse of death. Although it is not as dark as the sky and the earth, and the wind and clouds are turbulent, it can always break through the world's top Kunlun swordsmanship in unexpected places.
Hey!
Finally, after countless moves, a subtle sound was heard in the lonely field.
Immediately afterwards, the sword light flashed violently, and someone took a few steps back, covering his upper arm with an incredulous expression.
