It is said that when a person is about to die, all the things he has experienced in his life will flash in his mind. But when the pain in his heart spreads throughout his body, Mu Yun only recalled the previous ten years of studying art, and it seemed as if something appeared in his eyes again. That beautiful face as cold as ice.
It is true that rotten wood cannot be carved. If Master knew that her ten years of hard work were in vain, he would still shed a few tears, right? Or just sigh and completely forget about this earthly relationship from now on, and never think about her rebellious and ignorant disciple again?
If I had listened to the master's words before and thoroughly understood the Divine Art of Light to "take a beating", would I be able to avoid this disaster today?
If you haven’t yet understood the true meaning of the Four Wonders, how can you achieve success? What is the mysterious connection between the two?
Suddenly a glimmer of light flashed through my mind, and the blind spot that had long been forgotten in the corner suddenly became clear to me under the severe pain.
The will to survive burned fiercely in an instant, turning into a ray of light that shone like the sun, driving away the despair in his heart.
A strange and wonderful feeling suddenly came to life, accompanied by Peiran's true energy flowing freely. Before the life-threatening cold blade could penetrate his heart, it was stagnated by a soft and concentrated energy, and then he swerved uncontrollably. , and slid sideways with a crackling sound.
The black-clothed swordsman never expected that his fatal blow would miss, and his body was completely unable to control himself due to the strange spinning force. When he was feeling helpless and frightened at his feet, he was hit by Mu Yun's palm again on his shoulder. .
This palm hit the black-clothed swordsman's shoulder blade almost to pieces, and the blood in his chest was boiling. With a muffled groan, he took advantage of the situation and jumped backwards, stepping back for more than ten steps before he could stand still with the stake, accompanied by a rough and heavy sound. He was breathing heavily and his heartbeat was beating violently, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat.
Mu Yun used his fingers to close the acupuncture points near the injury, then took a deep breath, stared at the swordsman in black and said, "To be honest, I really want to thank you."
A trace of surprise flashed across the eyes of the black-clothed swordsman, and while he was concentrating, he gasped: "What do you mean?"
Mu Yun flexed his muscles and said with a sneer, "But there's no point in thanking you."
The swordsman in black was shocked, and he heard Mu Yun continue to say: "Because I can't keep you today."
As soon as Mu Yun finished speaking, he stepped forward and stabbed with a sword that transformed into a piccolo in his hand.
The black-clothed swordsman's vitality and blood had not recovered, and his internal strength was low. He dared not force his sword at the moment, so he ducked away and fired a few plum blossom needles with shaking hands, intending to block Mu Yun's offensive.
Unexpectedly, before the needle light could get close to him, it was forced to lose its direction by an invisible swirling force and only slid sideways past Mu Yun.
The black-clothed swordsman was greatly surprised. He saw Piccolo stabbing his chest like a thunderbolt. He had no choice but to swing his sword to block it.
The purple-manged sword had already been slightly cracked after being hit by Piccolo. At this time, the two sides struggled again, and there was only a crackling sound, and the sword broke on the spot.
The swordsman in black was frightened and frightened. Although he took advantage of the situation and narrowly escaped, his chest was penetrated by the sword energy, and his inner breath became more and more suffocating.
Mu Yun gained the upper hand and refused to let anyone go. Piccolo swiped and then slashed the black-clothed swordsman's throat. The swordsman in black suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes, and a bright dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, which could withstand Mu Yun's piccolo in a moment.
This dagger is no more than seven inches long, but it clearly emits a cold and evil aura. There was a slight trace of blood on the blade, which was the sharp weapon that almost pierced Mu Yun's heart just now.
Mu Yun's eyes were clear, and he felt a surge of hatred in his chest. Piccolo's strength increased again, and all of a sudden he heard a soft ding. The dagger was not as tough as Piccolo, and it was hit with a crescent-shaped gap.
The swordsman in black grunted, staggering back a few steps, and his surprised eyes showed infinite regret.
Mu Yun was about to continue to kill, but when he suddenly saw the look of the swordsman in black, he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart. When he put away his flute and stood still, he said coldly: "Do you want to die?"
The swordsman in black stared at Mu Yun and said bitterly: "Even if I die, I will not die in your hands."
Mu Yun snorted: "You are really stubborn, then you can kill yourself."
The swordsman in black froze, still glaring at Mu Yun and said: "You are from the Kunlun Sect, why do you have to sacrifice your life for Murong Zhuo?"
Mu Yun said suddenly: "Then why did you sneak attack on Chaotian Tower?"
The swordsman in black opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then said in a deep voice: "Murong Zhuo is a despicable, shameless, and ambitious man who must be eliminated."
Mu Yun said disapprovingly: "What a wicked person who complained first, but you took advantage of the situation first, and then poisoned and harmed innocent people. Such despicable acts, I wonder if they are considered ambitious people and should be eliminated?"
The black-clothed swordsman said disdainfully: "You will regret it one day if you help the tyrants do harm. I advise you not to make a mistake."
Mu Yun snorted coldly, stepped closer and said in a cold voice: "I'll give you back what you just said. Since you don't want to kill yourself, don't blame me for taking action."
The swordsman in black subconsciously took a step back and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you really going to fight to the death?"
Mu Yun nodded and said, "Just think that I am avenging myself."
The swordsman in black's eyes darkened, lowered his head and sighed softly: "That's all, I deserve to die today, huh... your surname seems to be Qi?"
Mu Yun said coldly: "Do you need to know?"
The swordsman in black laughed at himself: "I just want to know whose hands he died in."
Mu Yun whispered softly: "You really forgot the cruel words you said?"
The swordsman in black said quietly: "There is nothing important except death. After all, I don't have the courage to kill myself."
Mu Yun didn't expect the swordsman in black to be so honest, and he couldn't help but lose 30% of his anger. After hesitating for a moment, he coughed and said, "My name is Mu Yun."
The swordsman in black nodded and said, "Thank you for letting me know. I'm sorry."
Mu Yun hesitated for a moment and asked smoothly: "Are you also one of the six warriors?"
Ming Xin laughed dryly and asked instead, "Do you think I look like him?"
Mu Yun hesitated secretly, stared at the dead man and said, "Then there is nothing more to say, you can fight back."
Ming Xin slowly closed her eyes and said calmly: "Forget it, I ask you to keep this Yao Light Sword for you after I die. If you can return it to Brother Xiang and his wife, I will be deeply grateful to you. "
Seeing that Mu Yun was waiting to die with his heart closed, he found it hard to take action for a moment, so he said in a deep voice: "This sword almost took my life. If I get it, I will smash it into pieces, so you'd better ask for your blessings." .”
His original intention was to encourage him to rise up and fight again, but unexpectedly, he still closed his eyes slightly and said nonchalantly: "If you only have such a small amount of courage, then that's up to you."
Hearing this, Mu Yun couldn't help but laugh or cry. He stared blankly at his heart for a moment, and suddenly asked, "What are your intentions in coming here tonight?"
Ming Xin said calmly: "Do you think I will tell you?"
After asking, Mu Yun felt that it was unnecessary. Now that he heard the deceased's sarcastic words, he couldn't help but get angry. He shouted coldly: "Does a dead person still want to keep secrets?"
Shi Xin paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "Isn't it the dead who are the best at keeping secrets?"
