Although Mu Yun is also a swordsman, he is unable to wield a sword at this moment, and his physical and mental skills are incomplete, so he is really weak. He wanted to fight with the "Yijin" piccolo, but he was afraid of damaging Han Lingxiao's sword. After all, he had a bad relationship with "Shenxing Wuying" Lu Bukong just yesterday, so how could he make the same mistake again?
Fortunately, Mu Yun got his first glimpse of the essence of the Divine Art of Light tonight, and his light kung fu and body skills were outstanding, so he was able to keep it impervious to wind and rain for a while.
Han Lingxiao's sword skills became more and more sophisticated as he used them. Each of his moves seemed to be one move at a time, and his face had a look of calmness, as if he was deliberately using Mu Yun to make moves.
The more the fight continued, the more Mu Yun became angrier. In a daze, he actually regretted meddling in this nosy matter. Otherwise, he and Yan Ting would still be cuddling with each other at this moment. How could the endless love and affection be better than such a bleak situation?
This moment of distraction, the body slowed down slightly, and the Lone Star Sword had already entered the gap, and the sword edge pierced Mu Yun's weak spot.
Mu Yun broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly turned around to avoid it, but his robe still had a tear under his ribs. He couldn't help but feel angry now, secretly thinking that if he continued to tolerate it today, he might really have to confess to Chaotian Que.
This time Mu Yun made up his mind, gritted his teeth and pulled out the "Yijin" piccolo, raised his wrist and pointed at the sword shadow that looked like a tarsal maggot.
Han Lingxiao was very aware, and the sword tip turned gently and deftly with the situation, and the sword flowers stabbed Mu Yun's arm at random.
Mu Yun didn't dare to neglect, so Piccolo used the judge's technique to attack continuously. As the saying goes, every inch is strong, every inch is short, and every inch is dangerous. This time, the two of them showed their abilities. After dozens of moves, they were still at a stalemate.
Xin Xinze became more and more carefree as he fought, and there were a few smug smiles in his eyes from time to time. Unfortunately, Mu Yun and Han Lingxiao were too focused on each other to pay attention to this scene.
In a short while, the three of them had fought to the point where they had reached a hundred moves. Mu Yun's magic weapon was in hand, and he finally managed to reverse the situation. When he moved forward, he said quickly: "I have no ill intentions, Master Han, please don't let anyone try to alienate you!"
Han Lingxiao's sword didn't slow down at all, and he said with a stunned look on his face: "It's useless to argue, you will be doomed tonight."
Mu Yun was angry and anxious, and shouted sternly: "This thief clearly intends to delay, and he will regret it when they succeed!"
Han Lingxiao was unmoved, but said with a cold face: "I'll take your life first, and then we'll talk about other things."
Mu Yun hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said angrily: "Why don't Master Han take the life of this thief first? Will I help him then?"
Han Lingxiao's eyes sharpened and he said with a sneer: "Repaying kindness with hatred is a jackal's nature and deserves to be killed."
Mu Yun was still waiting to argue, but he was already overwhelmed by the storm of sword attacks and had no power to fight back.
After all, Mu Yun had a hard fight with Shi Xin. Not only was his strength depleted, but his heart was also vaguely injured, so his moves were inevitably out of control.
After barely fighting for more than a dozen moves, Mu Yun was hit with swords on both arms and shoulders. Although his vital parts were not hurt by the Divine Art of Light to protect his body, he was still covered in blood.
Mu Yun knew that this battle would be lost or not, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. He never expected that he would escape death several times, but in the end he would be killed by the Lone Star Sword for no apparent reason. Things in the world are impermanent, and to this extent, it is true that fate plays tricks on people.
Just when Mu Yun was filled with desolation and dangers abounded, he suddenly heard a deafening roar, and then a purple figure suddenly came with lightning, using both palms with the power of a mountain and tsunami to slash at Han Lingxiao's vest.
Han Lingxiao hurriedly changed his move and was unable to catch it, so he simply turned around and slashed the attacker's palm with his sword.
His reaction was not unpleasant, but the vital parts of his vest were completely sold to Mu Yun, which was really a taboo in a martial arts competition.
Mu Yun was suppressed by Han Lingxiao for a long time, and finally found a gap, and he almost took advantage of it and attacked involuntarily. Fortunately, he was alert in time and stopped the move he was about to make.
Although Mu Yun held back his hand, his heart was not merciful. With a clear scolding sound, a plum blossom needle shot out, hitting various key points on Han Lingxiao's back.
How could Mu Yun allow his death wish to succeed? He was so lucky that he quickly moved around and blocked Han Lingxiao's back. The Divine Art of Light showed its mysterious power again, and dozens of plum blossom needles were immediately blown away.
But the moment Mu Yun regained his breath, the dagger in Qian Xin's hand had already pierced his heart! Mu Yun suddenly realized that he was actually the target of Xin Xin!
In a trance, he caught a glimpse of the cunning joy in Mian Xin's eyes. Mu Yun suddenly felt a little relieved. This person could see through the flaws in the Divine Art of Light in the blink of an eye. Such a scheming person would not die in his hands. It's unjust.
Just as Mu Yun was waiting to die, a bright and powerful light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and then there was a loud sound, and the dagger flew out, and he himself was staggered at the same time. Retreat violently.
Mu Yun narrowly escaped death, but before he could wake up, he heard two deep groans coming from behind him, and a purple figure flew over his head like a roc spreading its wings. He rolled up his long sleeves and carried his heart with his heart before leaving.
Mu Yun was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the pursuit, but he heard Han Lingxiao say coldly: "It seems that I can't even compare to outsiders?"
Hearing this, Mu Yun felt as if he had fallen five miles into the mist. He hesitated and heard a warm voice say: "Brother Han's sword skills are more than enough to deal with the Pei family. Why should I bother with this?"
Amidst the sound of Shen Ning's footsteps, a figure appeared. But I saw that he was wearing a brown robe, and his handsome face showed a hint of loneliness. Two strands of hair were casually floating on both sides of his cheeks. He seemed to be in his forties.
Han Lingxiao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then sheathed his sword with a clang, and muttered softly: "What beautiful words you said, you are more than enough to deal with Mr. Pei, so why did you let Axue trick me here?"
The man in brown clothes sighed and said: "Although Brother Han is willing to come, he has no intention of helping. Instead, he is still making things difficult for this young hero, right?"
Han Lingxiao looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said angrily: "Since you no longer trust me, why should I be sentimental? Or if you think I am a spy, then clean up the house yourself."
The man in brown clothes said quietly: "You and I are brothers, why should we be so tit-for-tat?"
"My words and deeds were too extreme before. Please forgive me, Brother Han."
Han Lingxiao snorted coldly, and Huo Di turned around and walked away. He glanced at Mu Yun coldly as he stepped forward, and said to himself: "There are talented people in every generation. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. The younger generations are to be feared. They are indeed not bad."
Mu Yun couldn't tell whether Han Lingxiao's tone was more praising or ridiculing. He watched his figure disappear in a daze, and finally shook his head with a wry smile. Then he cupped his fists at the man in brown clothes and said in greeting: "Just now, it was... Your Excellency came to the rescue? I am very grateful, Mu Yun."
The man in brown clothes smiled slightly and said: "You are so polite, young knight. As the saying goes, benevolent people have their own destiny. Young knight's life should not be cut off. I just follow the fate."
Mu Yun observed the words and expressions, suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out softly: "Your Excellency...are you Fan Fei, Fan Daxia?"
The man in brown clothes had a look of surprise on his face, blinked and said, "Why did the young hero say this?"
Mu Yun said sarcastically: "Dark Master Han is already the head of the Eight Pillars, and your status seems to be above him. Judging from your age, I am afraid that only Hero Fan from the Four Pillars is suitable."
