Xiao Lei's words touched Tang Shishi's weakness. She looked embarrassed, lowered her eyes and said bitterly: "Then... I have wronged you. You are a manly man, please don't argue with me, okay?"
"Lei'er" saw Tang Shishi's embarrassed look and was so angry that she couldn't laugh. She paused for a moment before giving a cold look and said: "I just want to confess to you for making a mistake. Do you really think that I am so easy to bully? I'm still 17 or 18 after all." Is it possible for a 20-year-old girl to spend more time talking than thinking?"
Tang Shishi knew she was in the wrong, so she had no choice but to keep her eyebrows down and listen obediently.
"Lei'er" put on all her airs, then waved her hand and said: "Forget it, I am a manly man, but I don't share your experience. As long as you memorize another Tang poem about chanting the moon, I will be kind to you this time." .”
Tang Shishi was refreshed and quickly held her cheeks in her hands, thinking hard. Unfortunately, she didn't have much ink in her stomach, and now she felt a little overwhelmed. She searched her guts and couldn't find any poems that fit the occasion.
"Lei'er" became even more amused when she saw this and said, "I'm sorry you haven't learned anything else, but I just remembered a story, hey... Do you know "Frost Moon" written by Li Yishan?"
Tang Shishi's eyes lit up, and she nodded and said: "'When I first heard that Zhengyan has no cicadas anymore, the water reaches the sky from a hundred-foot-high building, the green girl moth is afraid of the cold, and she fights with the Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.'"
In the third battle in the Zhenwu Temple, although Mu Yun was weak in spirit, his moves were quite subtle, and there was even a calming dark energy flowing through him, which made him slightly better than Qing Ying.
Every time Qingying approached with a move, he felt that his attack was blocked. Several times he almost forced Mu Yun's dagger to leave his hand, but in the end he failed to succeed.
Most of the people were watching Mu Yun perform sword skills for the first time. Although they were pleased that he was able to remain calm, their doubts were gradually deepening.
It's just because Mu Yun's swordsmanship is not the upright and peaceful style of the Kunlun School. Instead, it reveals a feminine and elegant style, and the sword moves are specious and traceless.
Although Yu Bingru had seen the battle between Mu Yun and Di Cangqiong with her own eyes, there was a huge disparity in strength between the two, and the battle situation was difficult to prove, so she felt astonished and puzzled at this time.
The Kunlun Sect's secret book of swordsmanship has always only been the sword technique, and how to use the swordsmanship is all taught by the master. But even for the sword art, there are only seven chapters, namely, the Holy King, the Brave General, the Hero, the Elegant Scholar, the Martyr Woman, the Child, and the Cultivator. Looking at the battles in the field now, none of them can match Mu Yun's sword intention.
Although everyone here was muttering secretly, Qingying in the field also felt more and more uncertain as she struggled, because with her knowledge, she could not catch Mu Yun's sword.
In particular, Mu Yun was still seriously injured and struggled to fight. Qingying had the advantage but was unable to win, making him even more anxious.
However, Mu Yun's new injury had not healed yet. After fighting for a while, he was already sweating profusely, and even his breathing became very rapid.
Qingying had a clue in her heart, secretly thinking that no matter how much Mu Yun could excel, she would never be able to match her insidious and domineering "Three Corpses with Bloody Palms".
This "Three Corpses Blood Withered Palm" is called palm technique, but it actually incorporates Gu techniques. There are three corpse Gu eggs hidden in the palm power.
The person in the palm will not only suffer from qi blockage and pulse stagnation, and cough up blood, but also suffer from three corpse poisonous insects that will erode the meridians, blocking the body's natural hematopoiesis and regeneration of qi.
This continues until the qi and blood are exhausted, and there is no drop of essence and blood in the body, leaving only the green worms lurking all over the body. It is not until they devour the brain, marrow, and internal organs that they gradually destroy each other and die. The death of the host is truly miserable.
Looking at Mu Yun now, although he no longer coughs up blood, it is just the result of Lu Buping's forced internal force to suppress it. If a secret method is used to accelerate the growth of the Gu worms, no matter how strong the internal force is, it will be useless.
Qingying looked carefully and saw that although there were cyan textures in Mu Yun's pupils, they had not yet condensed into dark veins, so he knew that the poisonous insects in his body had not yet attacked.
Qingying originally intended to win quickly, so why not attack the weak enemy? "Three Corpses Blood Withered Palm" immediately took action again.
The three corpse Gu insects were fed by the host's energy and blood, and the eggs were activated by their homologous essence. At this time, Qingying used his palm power to move again, and immediately he saw a green light in Mu Yun's eyes, and his breathing became more scattered and rapid. Obviously In great pain.
Qingying was confident and did not want to cause more trouble. She was waiting for Muyun's poison to take effect and voluntarily abandoned her sword and accepted her defeat. Therefore, when she calmly entered the attack, she did not forget to say in a leisurely way: "My friend is so tenacious. I sincerely appreciate it. Let's How about we call this battle a draw?"
Although Mu Yun was at a disadvantage, his face remained calm and composed. He just frowned and gasped slightly: "The so-called draw still means that the formation cannot be broken. How is it different from admitting defeat? I understand the girl's good intentions, but it is too difficult for me to give up the battle. cannot."
Qingying secretly sighed when he heard the words, and pressed three points of Yuan Gong under his palm, and the victory could be determined within a few moves.
Unexpectedly, after fighting for more than twenty moves, Mu Yun still showed no sign of defeat, and still showed a bit of fierce aura between attack and rejection.
Qingying couldn't help but feel curious. When she focused her eyes, she saw that the green light in Mu Yun's eyes had dimmed, and even the texture was a little blurry.
Qingying couldn't help but feel her heart tremble at this moment. She couldn't figure out why this happened. Could it be because her internal strength was weak and her palm strength was still not enough?
In her haste, she didn't have time to think carefully about the reason. Qingying simply raised her Yuan Gong to the peak, completely enveloping Mu Yun with her powerful palm force. Her sword moves became more and more fierce, determined to destroy Mu Yun's body and soul, and make him forget everything. .
The onlookers' hearts were in their throats. Yu Bingrugu's eyes were full of anxiety, and his body was trembling slightly. He wanted to shout a few times to stop the fight. Yan Ting also held Shang Hongxiu's palm tightly, biting her lips and almost There is no blood left at all.
Mu Yun's breathing was slow and rapid, messy and disorderly, but there was no trace of panic in his moves. His whole body was condensed with energy like a dense net, which was impermeable to wind and rain.
Qingying's offensive was either blocked or met with counterattacks, so although Mu Yun seemed to have missed the mark by just a hair, he was actually very confident and confident.
Qingying attacked nearly a hundred moves like a storm, but could not take advantage of Mu Yun in the slightest. Even though she had always boasted of being an expert, she was now so tired that her temples were sweating, she was panting slightly, and she couldn't help but slow down her moves.
While taking a breath, he looked into Mu Yun's eyes again, and Qing Ying's heart almost froze. It turned out that Mu Yun's eyes no longer had any strange color at all. Instead, they looked even more clear and radiant, with a hint of... A touch of teasing.
Qingying was inexplicably horrified when he saw this, and his tactics were immediately confused. Mu Yun was not willing to miss this opportunity. The originally soft and soothing sword force suddenly changed, showing the deep and majestic Kunlun sword technique. It was the "heroic" sword intention of slaying bears and tigers, and he reversed the previous decline under the pressure of layers of attacks.
In this way, Qingying became even more difficult to resist, so he had no choice but to use all his strength to dance the "Heart-breaking River of Forgetfulness" impervious to wind and rain. Although he retreated step by step on the scene, he still resisted tenaciously and did not appear to be defeated.
The onlookers finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the turn of events in the battle. Yu Bingru silently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and was about to speak a little more, but he felt that his throat was dry and it was difficult to speak. How could he say even half a word at that moment?
