Mu Lingtian came back to his senses, the severe pain in his chest was still there. He looked at Ye Wushuang. He was no longer qualified to exchange greetings. He only planned to be indifferent to the end. With his cold eyes, he took a deep look at Ye Wushuang, hiding the reluctance in his heart. , swallowed his saliva, turned his gaze to Ye Xun, then scanned the crowd, and said coldly: "The eight major forces are nothing more than this!"
Mingyu had also heard some rumors about Mu Lingtian and Ye Wushuang. When she saw Ye Wushuang coming, she turned her head and asked Mu Lingtian in a low voice, "Is she Ye Wushuang?"
When Mu Lingtian heard Mingyu's words, he withdrew his gaze and stared at Ye Wushuang. He secretly wondered why Ye Wushuang's kung fu had become so powerful in a short time. He didn't know what Ye Wushuang had experienced. He didn't know whether it was Ye Wushuang this time. Thinking of this plan, Mu Lingtian couldn't help but feel sorry for Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang stopped a foot away from Mu Lingtian and looked at Mu Lingtian with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes. He had countless words he wanted to say to Mu Lingtian, but only the hatred remained. , glanced at Mingyu, Ye Wushuang snorted and sneered: "Where is your beloved Luo Xue? This...? Could it be that she is your new lover again?"
Seeing Ye Wushuang's attitude, Mingyu glanced at Ye Wushuang, then looked back at Mu Lingtian. The thumb of her right hand passed across the tip of her nose, her hands on her hips. The white dress that resembled falling snow was looming under the gentle breeze. The newly formed woman looked indeed small, smart, and full of beauty. She raised her head arrogantly and said to Ye Wushuang: "Yes, I am his new lover, so what?"
Mu Lingtian sighed slightly, but he didn't say anything, let alone explain. He just put away the long sword in his hand and turned around to leave.
When Ye Wushuang heard Mingyu's words, he felt an inexplicable jealousy in his heart, which turned into anger. He glanced at Mu Lingtian with a disdainful expression, chuckled and said, "He is really a ruthless person!"
"None of your business!" Mingyu playfully stuck out his tongue at Ye Wushuang, made a face, turned around and left with Mu Lingtian, glanced at Mu Lingtian, and stretched out his arm to hold Mu Ling for the sake of Ye Wushuang. Heaven's right elbow.
When Ye Wushuang saw this scene, the suppressed anger in his heart emerged in his eyes, and he gathered a force in his palm. His jade-like right hand was clenched into a fist, making a "squeaking" sound, and then a powerful force burst out. Exuding a strong murderous aura.
"Zheng——"
With a sword cry, the Baihua Sword in Ye Wu's hands flew up from the scabbard, bypassed Mu Lingtian, and landed not far in front of Mu Lingtian's head. The sword energy drawn by the sword force bloomed like fine flowers. , then disappeared invisible, with that murderous aura, inserted in front of Mu Lingtian.
Mu Lingtian looked at the Hundred Flower Sword on the ground, stopped and frowned slightly.
Mingyu looked at the Hundred Flowers Sword on the ground, frowned and glanced at Mu Lingtian, then turned back and looked at Ye Wushuang, with a look of worry between her eyebrows.
The Sad Snow Sword in front of Ye Xun had already flown to Ye Wushuang's side. Ye Wushuang stared at Mu Lingtian with clear murderous intentions. After the Baihua Sword warned him, it turned into a phantom and rushed towards Mu Lingtian.
Mu Lingtian felt Ye Wushuang's movement, pushed Mingyu away with a gentle palm of his right hand, and turned around.
Ye Wu held Leng Yue in both hands, controlled the two swords of Bei Xue and Bai Hua, and charged towards Mu Lingtian with a fierce body.
The Baihua Sword just flew back to Ye Wushuang, circled around Ye Wushuang, flew out of the arc, and stabbed Mu Lingtian from Mu Lingtian's left side.
Mu Lingtian saw Ye Wushuang coming to kill him, and knowing the hatred in Ye Wushuang's heart, he frowned deeply, but he couldn't bear to draw his sword and quickly retreated to dodge.
The Bei Xue Sword was now above Mu Lingtian's head, falling from the sky with its murderous aura and sword power.
Mu Lingtian took a step back again, avoiding the Snow Snow Sword, not wanting to fight Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang, who was like a phantom, had already come to kill him. Leng Yue swept across his hand and waved out a moonlight edge.
Mu Lingtian quickly moved a step to the right to avoid the sharp edge of Ye Wushuang's moon sword, but the Baihua Sword had already bypassed Ye Wushuang and appeared on Mu Lingtian's right side from behind Ye Wushuang.
"Ding--"
There was a clear sound as the soldiers met each other. Mu Lingtian raised the long sword in his left hand and used the power of the scabbard to block the Baihua Sword, still unwilling to take action.
But Ye Wushuang had no intention of giving up. The Snow Snow Sword he controlled flew close to the ground, chased to Mu Lingtian's feet, flew into the sky, and killed Mu Lingtian, as if he wanted to force Mu Lingtian to take action.
Mu Lingtian's movement and speed were extremely fast, and he was not under any pressure from Ye Wushuang's simple offensive. He continued to dodge and took a step back.
Seeing that Mu Lingtian was unwilling to take action, Ye Wushuang glared fiercely, and with 10% more strength, she turned around and chased after Mu Lingtian, flying forward and slashing with all her strength, the Leng Yue Sword in her hand transformed into a blade as long as ten feet long.
Mu Lingtian took a step back and just stabilized his body. He had no time to dodge Ye Wushuang's sword attack. However, after hesitation, Mu Lingtian still did not draw his sword. He quickly stepped back two steps, raised his left hand, and burst out with a wave of force. The internal force is the sharp edge that Ye Wushuang uses to chop the scabbard crossbar.
"Bang——"
A thunderous sound came out, and the edge of the Lengyue Sword struck Ye Wushuang's scabbard fiercely. The energy from the impact of the sword turned into a strong current and spread.
Mu Lingtian didn't expect that Ye Wushuang's kung fu would reach such an extent in such a short period of time. He took another step back and then stabilized his figure. His chest was in severe pain and he couldn't help coughing twice.
When Mingyu saw the murderous Ye Wushuang and Mu Lingtian who refused to take action, she felt really anxious and shouted to Ye Wushuang: "I said...hey...what's that? He doesn't like you, you're pestering him." It’s no use!”
Ye Wushuang saw that Mu Lingtian was still unwilling to take action. After the attack, he also stopped pursuing. He stood not far away from Mu Lingtian, stared at Mu Lingtian and sneered: "What? I feel guilty and dare not take action? Haha. ...Don’t think that I will be merciful like this. Either you die today or I die!”
Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, Mu Lingtian felt all kinds of emotions in his heart. He didn't know what to face. He just frowned and stared at Ye Wushuang. In his cold eyes, he hid the thousands of words in his heart, hid the love in his heart, hid the pain in his heart, hid the pain in his heart. Come down to Mu Lingtian!
After Ye Wushuang finished speaking, his left hand was like a claw, and a powerful force pulled the Wind-Zhufeng Sword in the hand of a Hidden Sword disciple next to Yi Xiaopeng five feet away.
"Zheng——"
With a sound, the Zhufeng sword in the hand of the Hidden Sword disciple shook, and flew out of the scabbard with Ye Wushuang's strength.
With the four swords in hand, Ye Wushuang's right hand held the Snow Snow Sword that was flying and stabbing beside him. The murderous intent in his eyes was released, and he burst out with an astonishing internal force, and then rushed towards Mu Lingtian.
Mu Lingtian looked at Ye Wushuang, who was coming to kill him, and frowned deeply. He knew that Ye Wushuang hated him so much that he would not let him go easily. This battle was inevitable, but he was still unwilling to draw his sword in his heart. He dodged sideways to avoid Ye Wushuang's flight. The piercing edge.
