Under the verbal guidance of Hu Yuan and Xu Zhuzi, Murong Yan and Xu Ziyuan once again fought fiercely for more than 300 moves, and their sword skills gradually returned to their original state. All the previous exquisite and mysterious sword moves were abandoned, and only the draw, belt, and sword moves were left. There are basic postures such as lifting, blocking, striking, stabbing, tapping, and collapsing, but each move contains great power.
If they relied solely on their own swordsmanship, facing such an offensive that far exceeded their level of cultivation, they would probably be defeated if they could not take only three or five moves.
In order to take on the opponent's increasingly fierce offensive, they could only continue to follow the instructions of the two bosses behind them to respond with blows, and gradually they were like puppets with no control over their own actions.
"The little beast changes into his position!"
"There is no need to change and escape!"
"Lost position changes position!"
Suddenly, Hu Long drank three times in a row.
Without thinking, Xu Ziyuan fired three moves in succession according to Hu Long's shout, and the sword moves were linked with each other.
Xu Zhuzi's face changed slightly, knowing that he was finally at a disadvantage in terms of grasping the situation of the battle. The opponent had seen through the changes in his back moves and made such a move.
If both parties ended up in person, even if it were Hu Long who wielded his sword to attack in person, he would still have the means to deal with it calmly.
However, at this moment, he was using Murong Yan as a medium. If he made a mistake, he would never be able to recover.
The two of them competed in this almost game-like manner on a whim. Since they were already one move away from each other, they should honestly admit defeat to avoid losing their grace again.
At that time, he sighed secretly in his heart and stopped telling Murong Yan to draw the sword.
As the purple light of the soft sword in Xu Ziyuan's hand flashed three times in a row, Murong Yan took three steps back to dodge, but in the end she was still a little short of the mark. A ray of sword light spit out by the purple soft sword swept over her head, and a golden crown with hair tied to her head was swept away. Cut off half of it.
The center of this golden crown was inlaid with a round and smooth pearl the size of a fingertip. As the broken upper half of the crown flew into the air, it fell into dust.
"Haha, you...you..."
Xu Ziwan succeeded with the sword, regardless of whether he got help from others, not to mention that the opponent also had the help of his father's "elbow bent outward". After all, he won the third fight between the two sides.
Only then did she let out a hearty laugh, and just as she was about to arrogantly say a few words of victory, her almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and her small cherry mouth opened involuntarily.
In addition to Xu Ziyuan, Xu Zhuzi and Qiu Wu on the side also instantly turned to stone with dull faces. Only Hu Yuan, the instigator, still looked calm and calm.
It turned out that the moment the half of the golden crown inlaid with pearls flew away from Murong Yan's body within three feet, the light and shadow outside his body that was so faint that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye disappeared like a bubble, and then some subtle changes occurred in the appearance of this young man. .
To say that this change is not as dramatic as a makeover, it is just that the facial lines have softened a bit, the young man's bulging Adam's apple has begun to disappear, and then some curvature appears on Pingchuan's chest...
Just such a change, anyone with some eyesight can clearly see that the dashing and handsome young man just now has turned into a young girl who is still dashing and dashing in the blink of an eye, but can only be described as "not showing off her eyebrows".
Murong Yan, who had revealed the woman's true form, also stood stunned on the spot, but soon woke up and hurriedly struck the ground with her long sword. She picked up the half golden crown that had fallen on the ground and caught it with her left hand.
The golden crown fell into her hands, and the air outside her body was slightly distorted. The layer of light and shadow that was invisible to the naked eye covered her whole body again, and her appearance returned to its old appearance.
Xu Ziyuan finally came back to her senses, her expression changed drastically, she suddenly stamped her foot hard, her pretty face showed a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and she cursed angrily: "So you... you are a liar! "
Then he used the "Lingbo Weibu", a unique light kung fu method of the "Xiaoyao School" that he learned from his third uncle, and flew away along the mountain road.
But in Hu Long's view, the "Lingbo Microstep" that was supposed to be light and graceful was actually performed by Xu Ziyuan at this moment, and it actually looked a bit like running away in embarrassment.
"Wan'er!"
Xu Zhuzi also came back to his senses immediately. Thinking of the idea he had before, and even vaguely confiding it to his daughter, he could only curse himself for being blind and dizzy. At that time, he could only apologize to Hu Yuan in a hurry and use Qing Kung Fu. Go after your daughter.
Murong Yan looked at the backs of the father and daughter who were walking away and sighed softly, knowing that it would be difficult for Xu Ziyuan, who was similar in age and cultivation level, to be her opponent to sharpen her swordsmanship. source……
She glared hard at Hu Long, who was standing aside as if nothing had happened. If she hadn't known that she was no match for this Taoist who seemed honest but full of bad intentions, she would have really wanted to stab a few transparent holes in his body with a sword.
However, she could only think about it in her heart after all, and then sheathed the four-foot long sword with her backhand, turned around and walked up to the divine white horse that had stayed away from others when fighting with others. She grabbed the reins and got on the horse. Want to leave.
"Sigh! What a pity!"
Hu Long's voice suddenly came from behind and reached her ears clearly.
She has admired martial arts and swords since she was a child, and has never cared about anything other than martial arts and swordsmanship. However, because of her background, she has been exposed to many deceitful techniques and tactics since she was a child. It is not that she could not guess what Hu Long would do. This is a lobbying tactic of making shocking remarks to arouse people's curiosity and attention.
It's just that Hu Yuan has shown some skills, and he is already able to keep pace with great masters like Xu Zhuzi or even have a slight advantage. The words spoken by such a person cannot be dismissed as the words of an ordinary lobbyist.
After weighing the pros and cons several times in her mind, Murong Yan finally turned around and asked, "What's a pity? What's a pity?"
Hu Long said leisurely: "What the poor Taoist laments and regrets is that the Murong family has no successor! The Murong family in Gusu is a bloodline of the royal family of the Yan Dynasty in the past. For hundreds of years, the people of all generations have made the revival of the Yan Dynasty their life ambition. Although the recent generations of family heads such as Murong Longcheng, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, etc. failed to achieve success, it was only due to fate.
"Although the young master is a daughter, with the word 'Yan' in his name, it is natural that he has the ambition of his ancestors to restore the country. In this case, what the young master should do is to recruit heroes from all over the world and hoard weapons and food in order to Wait for the time to move and take advantage of the momentum. Now that you are only obsessed with martial arts, aren't you putting the cart before the horse?"
The expression on Murong Yan's face changed, she cupped her hands and said: "Is the Taoist priest related to the ancestors of my Murong family? These kind words are nothing less than gold and jade, I should respectfully accept my teachings. It's a pity that I have committed to swordsmanship for a long time. If I only wish to defeat all the heroes in the world with the sword in my hand, and then seek the path to the supreme heaven and man, I can only accept being an unworthy descendant of the Murong family."
"Well done, what an 'unfilial descendant'!" Hu Yun suddenly raised his hands and laughed, "In Pindao's eyes, your 'unfilial'ness is actually far better than others' 'filial descendants'. If you really want to be Murong's 'filial son and grandson' , to revive the Xianbei Yan Kingdom that has been dead for hundreds of years, I can only use the big to bully the small, and I will kill you here with one palm."
"Who are you exactly?"
Murong Yan felt a chill in her heart. Although she smiled at Fang Yan, she felt keenly that these words were no joke.
Hu Yuan waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter who Pindao is, what matters is what he wants to do - since you are determined to seek the Tao with the sword, Pindao has many supreme swordsmanship that can peek into the Tao. Are you willing to learn it?" ?”
