Maybe it was right to choose to attack Luqiu Gongliang, but Mu Ziyun's current situation was really not good. Song Hua was still without a trace. Because he had to take care of his companions, the attack was not that strong at this time, but the locking staff that could absorb Wugang was really too tricky.
Luqiu Gongliang understood Mu Ziyun's thoughts and danced a unique staff technique. He held the staff up and down with both hands. While thrusting forward, his body moved forward and his hands moved backward. Then he held the locking staff with his backhand, flipped his body in the air and thrust again. . The series of movements are not slow, and each shot changes the pattern based on the original one. Mu Ziyun couldn't figure out the routine, so he could only play by ear, dodging and attacking at the same time. After dozens of moves, he couldn't even catch Lu Qiu Gong Liang's shoulder.
"Drink!" Luqiu Gongliang roared, holding the locking stick and hitting the river surface hard. The huge force brought up layers of water splashes, and then he spun up and drove the water droplets towards Muziyun. Mu Ziyun hooked his fingers with his right hand to meet them, but was shaken away by the water droplets that hit him. "It's so powerful." "It's not just that." A voice came from beside him out of thin air. It was Elder Song Hualuqiu's locking staff. Not only can it absorb Wugang, but it can also disperse Wugang. These water drops are actually carriers," Mu Ziyun said in his heart. So it turns out that you can't touch it and you can't escape it. There is still Song Hua who needs to be solved. This situation I was afraid that I couldn't win the battle, so I tried to hold it off for as long as possible. If that didn't work, I took out the White Lotus Songzi and threw it among them to take the opportunity to escape.
Just as he was thinking, Daofeng suddenly came over his head. When he looked up, he saw that it was the dark locking staff. Mu Ziyun took a step backwards, but was blocked by someone's right hand halfway. It should be Song Hua. Mu Ziyun couldn't avoid it and had to use his hands. He raised his head to resist, and the iron knot weighing ten kilograms hit his wrist. It stung at first, and then he felt that the martial arts in his body were quickly sucked away. The suction force was very strong, as if it was sticking to flesh and blood. Mu Ziyun couldn't hold it back. He turned back and used his mind to create flames to attack Luqiu Gongliang. The moment he pulled his hands, he immediately pulled his hands away and flew out. As a result, he was hit again in the air. His feet were tightly locked on the staff, and his calves began to soften and become sore. After a few breaths, I lost all my strength. "Haha" Song Hua's figure appeared. At this moment, Luqiu Gongliang was holding a locking stick in his right hand. The head of the stick was hanging down. Mu Ziyun's feet were leaning on it, and half of his legs were immersed in the water and could not move. After struggling many times and finally exhausted, Mu Ziyun lay down and fell into the cold river water. "What? It's not going to work now? You're nothing more than that. Back then, I held out half a stick of incense under this locking stick before I collapsed." Song Hua stood on the water and looked at Mu Ziyun and said. "Xiao Hua," Lu Qiu Gongliang said, "It's almost over. You should know what the mission is when you come out this time." "I know." "The fight over there hasn't been finished yet. If you go now, you should be able to get the soul." "Oh? Haven't you finished the fight yet?" Song Hua turned around and looked over, "I didn't expect the guys from the Fallen Leaf Sect to be able to resist for so long." "Don't be careless, the Fallen Leaf Sect pursues the limits of mortals, and every disciple is worse than those from other sects in the same class. And there are some unclean people there, and it’s not easy for us to stay for a long time." "Who are those people?" "Demon" "It's that organization!" "Yeah" "Interesting, the old man asked me to bring some trophies back, why not just kill them, and then ..." "No, there are other sect elites here. If you want to kill them all, you have to kill them all. If one of them escapes, it will be really detrimental to the sect."
While the two were talking, they completely ignored Mu Ziyun who was lying in the river. At this moment, the light yellow fire beads gradually dimmed in color. Lu Qiu Gongliang forgot one thing, that is, he did not have the ability to withdraw the locking staff. At this time, Mu Ziyun was still there. Mu Ziyun was sucked into the martial arts, and the locking staff was already red with blood. Mu Ziyun was almost unconscious. He was holding on with all his strength. His feet seemed to be tied with a weight of ten thousand pounds, and he was sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire. Deep, dead? Mu Ziyun thought about death again. Different from the prison sound of the clock frame, this time it seemed that he was much closer to death. His legs had lost consciousness, and the strength of his body was gradually being drained along with the blood. The eyes can't see clearly, the ears can't hear the sound, and it slowly disappears in the river. Suddenly, a picture appeared in his mind. He was very familiar with it. It was the sculpture in front of the Yumen Mountain Terrace Hall. The goshawk with its claws bound by chains stared at the sky. Its wings fell off and were reborn in the confinement, and were scarred. mortal? How can I get out of the quagmire and break free from the shackles? I am getting stronger every day, dueling and transforming. I leave the mortal world just to return to my roots. I desperately want to untie the chains under my feet and fly into the air. In the end, I still want to be able to fly between heaven and earth. Finding your own shadow is the end point. From birth to death, what has been taken away has changed. Perhaps, the eagle in the sky is not without shackles on its talons, just to find a place that is more suitable for yourself and transform. Shape, turning reality into emptiness, there is form in emptiness.
The atmosphere on the river changed. Song Hua and Lu Qiu Gongliang finally realized something was wrong. Those who were fighting fiercely in the distance were also attracted by this strange feeling. "This kid, what's going on?" Lu Qiu Gongliang stared at Mu Ziyun in the water. At this moment, ripples appeared around him, and the lines became denser and denser. The wind in the air also surged towards that side. When he moved the locking stick, he could no longer feel Mu Ziyun's martial arts. Although it was close to his body, it had no effect. Lu Qiu Gongliang had only seen such a thing happen to the dead, but Mu Ziyun was still breathing. Could it be that Is there something wrong with the locking stick?
Behind the hill, "Master, what's wrong with him? Why am I breathing something wrong?" The old woman didn't say anything, but just looked at Mu Ziyun blankly, "Master? Master?" The old woman finally came back to her senses, lowered her head and muttered, the woman She got closer and heard some words clearly. She was saying, this is not true, this is impossible, "Master, what's wrong? What's impossible?" The old woman turned her head, with mixed feelings in her heart, and said tremblingly: "It seems that this time We have no chance to fight against each other. Qingshan Mountain Peak is really an eye-opener for me. This, this kind of thing is too..." "Master, he..." "Haha..." the old woman smiled bitterly, "He is transforming. And, it’s probably going to be successful.” After hearing this, the woman couldn’t calm down for a while, and she waited for a long time before shouting, “Transformation! Master, you said he is transforming! God, he, his age...” “I don’t believe it either. , but this is a fact”
The people fighting in the distance finally discovered the source of the aura, which was the kid they had been secretly watching just now. "What's going on?" someone stopped and asked. Everyone made their own guesses, and after a moment, a voice started up, "That kid is transforming!" "What!" "What!"... Even the four Luoye Sect members who were surrounded in the inner circle were shocked by the news, "You fart, How old is that kid?" "Forget it if you don't believe it. I have felt this kind of aura from an expert before. I can vouch for it on my reputation. It's true." There were sighs...
"We can't let him succeed," someone whispered secretly, "Suddenly there is a master of transformation, and it is very likely that he will break the existing pattern." "Kill him?" "The fire bead may be a treasure. Transformation at this age, maybe He is full of treasures." "Let's rob him." Many people stared at Mu Ziyun, with greed in their eyes.
At this moment, a wind current rolled up around Mu Ziyun, accompanied by visible flowing gas, which completely surrounded him. A violent aura surged out of the air inexplicably. Disgusted? fear? No matter what, at this moment, everyone on the Luo Ma River was no longer at peace.
