Sima Yu Leng glared, nodded slowly and said: "The Kunlun sect's path is indeed like Yuan Kunlun, they can only survive by running like a wolf and a wolf. But this is fine. If the prey is too weak, our bet will be Fighting would be less interesting."
Mu Yun listened to the exchanges between Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu and regarded his life as a plaything. In anger, he couldn't help shouting angrily: "Two old men! Come and kill me if you have the ability. Who can't kill me?" , who is the son of a bitch, the turtle bastard!"
Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu each froze, but Mu Yun seemed to be crazy, and sneered in a hissing voice: "What a great master, what a Sword Emperor of the West, what a Seven Swordsmen of China! But they are all old thieves who do not distinguish between right and wrong and bully the weak. ! I, Mu Yun, actually died in your hands, God is so blind!"
Sima Yu's face was as dark as water, and suddenly he saw the golden wind blow up and the white rainbow surge, and the power was many times more powerful than before.
Mu Yun didn't even have time to react, he only felt an extremely cold feeling in his throat, which was about to crush all his three souls and seven souls.
Just when his life was hanging by a thread, a peaceful aura swept through his body, and the chill in Mu Yun's throat disappeared instantly. His already stiff body suddenly regained life, and even his spirit was lifted.
Mu Yun didn't know for a moment whether he was alive or dead, or whether he was wandering between life and death. In the misty chaos, he could only feel the rustling golden wind and strong energy around him, all of which must be breathtaking and peerless sword moves.
At first, Mu Yun was still willing to understand and observe, but after a dozen moves, he couldn't help but feel a splitting headache. Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu's sword fights seemed to have moves but also didn't move, seemed to be intentional and seemed to be unintentional. It was an antelope with its horns hanging, and it was so masterful that Mu Yun couldn't guess at it.
The anger in his heart had long since dissipated, leaving only deep depression in Mu Yun's heart. The ancients said: "If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening." However, his life is like a candle in the wind, and he may not be able to survive the sunset.
The sound of broken wood and rocks became more and more intense in the ears, and the demonic Zen chants resounded throughout the fields again. The boundaries between life and death became increasingly blurred. There was no difference between this moment and the next, and even time lost its meaning.
His own life and death were not only uncontrollable, but even unfathomable. Mu Yun felt a sense of powerlessness come over him, and he thought of Yu Binru under the cliff in a daze. Could it be that love is shallow and fate is playing tricks on people?
Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly felt a familiar chill on his hand. Mu Yun couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. He touched it gently based on the feeling. He didn't hesitate at all. It was clearly the Qiu Shui Divine Sword that had been lost during the battle with Di Cangqiong. !
In the vortex of the decisive battle between the two great masters of the world, Mu Yun had already put his life and death at risk, but unexpectedly, the Qiushui Divine Sword was lost and recovered at this moment, which made him full of surprise.
In particular, there was a stream of peaceful Qi coming from the Qiu Shui sword, which followed the meridians to help Mu Yun break through the blood clots and heal his injuries. Mu Yun felt that this true energy belonged to the authentic sect of the Shi family, and his heart suddenly became clear.
This time, it was all up to Di Cangqiong to block Sima Yu's killing move with his invisible sword energy, otherwise Mu Yun would have lost a hundred lives long ago. Now that he reluctantly helps Mu Yun heal his injuries, this kindness is even more important.
When Mu Yun thought of this, he felt extremely guilty and regretful. He couldn't help but secretly cursed himself for being like a dog biting Lu Dongbin and not recognizing a good heart. He had repeatedly spoken rudely to Di Cangqiong before. But now that he was fighting with Sima Yu with all his strength, how could he distract him? Wouldn't this increase the danger of the battle?
While Mu Yun was worried, he heard Sima Yuchang laugh and say, "Brother Di's swordsmanship has indeed never slackened off. It's a pity that you are old and weak after all, so I'm afraid there is no suspense about the outcome of this battle."
Di Cangqiong said calmly: "I have fought hundreds of battles in my life, and there have been dozens of losers among them. It would be okay to add this one to the list. But today, destiny has come to me, and divine soldiers will be sent to help me. How dare I say defeat?"
After hearing this, Sima Yu naturally disagreed, but Mu Yun suddenly felt blessed. He clenched the Qiushui Divine Sword in his hand, secretly gathering all his strength, waiting for the magic weapon to descend from the sky to help Di Cangqiong.
At this time, Di Cangqiong and Sima Yu had already fought three hundred moves, and they no longer had any reservations about their moves.
Sima Yu's flying sword transformed into shadow, shadow into light, and light into spirit. The surroundings only felt the sword's intention, but there was no sword light. It was clearly approaching the wonderful realm of Kongtong Red Devil Lu Jieping's "Infinite Divine Power".
Di Cangqiong's invisible sword energy gradually became more majestic. At the beginning, it was only like a three-foot-high green blade. Now it is like a wind wheel and a giant axe. The sword moves are wide open and closed, and the power is like a landslide and a tsunami. "Excalibur".
When the duel between the two sides was almost heated, Di Cangqiong suddenly shouted: "Behead!" As he shouted, the sword fingers of both hands came out, just like meteors chasing the moon, they merged into a sky-high giant blade, and struck Sima Yu head-on. .
How could Sima Yu dare to neglect? His mind was flying everywhere, his sword was flying in the air, and he was furiously facing the opponent's attack. In an instant, there was only a sonorous roar, and the surrounding scenery was destroyed on the spot. Both of them were frightened by the other's power, and each could not help but feel stagnant.
But at this fleeting moment, Mu Yun suddenly jumped up, the Qiushui Divine Sword imbued with a lifetime of cultivation, and stabbed Sima's throat with a hiss. This sword had been preparing for a long time, and it was said that he was determined to win.
When something unexpected happened, he saw his master's cultivation. Although he was frightened, Sima Yu did not panic. He stretched out the two index fingers of his right hand and firmly clamped the body of Qiu Shui's sword according to the sword's movement. This was the Kongtong School's three unique techniques to break evil spirits. The "lingxi lock".
Unexpectedly, Mu Yun seemed to have expected it. At the last moment, he let go of the Qiushui Divine Sword, and then struck Sima Yu's chest with a finger that penetrated the clouds and broke the rocks.
Sima Yu couldn't cope any longer, so he had to gather his protective energy to resist Mu Yun's attack.
The finger power of this move that penetrates the clouds and rocks is designed to break through the internal energy. Even though Sima Yu's internal strength has reached the level of a master, it was still greatly reduced under repeated suppression. There was a stabbing pain in his chest, and he had already suffered internal injuries. .
Sima Yu never expected that he would suffer a loss at the hands of Mu Yun, and he was filled with shock and anger. Mu Yun, however, gained the upper hand and refused to let anyone in. He suddenly raised a palm and struck at his face again.
Di Cangqiong secretly screamed, "Oh no!" and shouted in shock: "Young people are not allowed to do this!"
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to remind him. Sima Yu had already activated the Emperor's Qi, and the flying sword was like thunder and lightning, slashing the back of Mu Yun's neck.
Mu Yun felt the fierceness of the sword wind and was suddenly startled into a cold sweat. How could he dare to pursue the victory again. At that moment, I saw that he made a mistake in his steps, turned around and faced the flying sword, and a green light in his sleeve was blocked by the sword with all its strength.
Then there was just a crisp sound. Although Mu Yun escaped from having his throat broken, he was still staggered back by the huge force of the sword. Suddenly, his soles were in the air and he fell towards the Lotus Peak.
Di Cangqiong's eyes froze when he saw this, and he let out an eagle chirp from his lips. Sima Yu took the opportunity to suppress his injuries, and then said coldly: "Brother Di's so-called divine weapon was overestimating his own capabilities. This time he has been reduced to pieces, but this blessing belongs to me."
