Around the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the night is mixed with heavy fog and shadows. Different from the sultry heat typical of summer nights in Tiannan Marsh Forest, it is humid and cold.

The orange-red flames jumped endlessly, and Geng Jian subconsciously took a step towards the bonfire. Unfortunately, his whole body was still clammy and sticky, as if he had sunk into the mud of the river bed. The longer he stayed, the deeper he sank, and the less energy he could use.

But this is not as good as the haze in Geng Jian's heart at this time.

What kind of person Murong Xing is and what he thinks in his heart, even though he has been in Tianshou for a while, he still has not figured it out, just like the fog tonight, cold and erratic.

Geng Jian thought to himself that the woman under his sword knew Murong Xing far better than he did.

The mouth and nose are just the portals for breathing, and the Dantian is the source of Qi. Those who have the fetal breath can control the internal Qi and hold it firmly.

It was because Murong Xing had practiced an excellent method of fetal breath that he could resist most of the effects of the spirit mist formation. This was originally Murong Xing's plan to lure the snake out of its hole, but now it seems that the only one who fell into the trap is Geng Jian. That’s all.

Geng Jian just focused most of his energy on the way of swordsmanship, and he was not stupid. Huai Cao Shi's words made him understand that he was also part of Murong Xing's plan.

Huai Cao Shi felt something strange about Geng Jian beside him, and suddenly asked: "You didn't know he knew the method of fetal breath?"

This was a very superficial attempt to sow discord. Huai Cao Shi followed the edge of the sword and caught Geng Jian's gaze.

Geng Jian's face was expressionless, his wrist lowered, and the tip of the sword was pressed against her chin. The tip of the sword was so sharp that it quickly pierced the skin.

Huai Cao Shi's neck is slender, fair and slender, with a red line sliding down instantly.

Geng Jian was only an inch away from slicing her arteries, but she sneered without fear.

"There is no need to get angry with her, she is not a threat to you or me."

Murong Xing didn't explain much. He looked at the calm Huai Fenghua and said, "There is indeed something extraordinary about this spiritual mist formation being the inheritance of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. I thought those guys with weak cultivation would show up first. Strange."

"It took almost a quarter of an hour for the heavy fog to sink over everyone's heads." Murong Xing's voice rose a bit when he said this.

Huaifenghua squinted her eyes and glanced at the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. As a large valley-protecting formation, the Spiritual Mist Formation was naturally aimed at those people outside. If Murong Xing had the foresight to use Geng Jian's loss of combat effectiveness as bait, the real queen would Will the hand remain in the valley?

Later, something changed. Huaifenghua took a Qingyi sword flower and rushed towards Murong Xing.

Detective Murong Xing moved his hand to the ground, and a long sword flew into his hand, "I heard that your Green Wood Sword Sutra is also at the ninth level? Let me test your depth for Geng Jian first."

Huaifenghua snorted coldly, and the sword was like a rainbow, piercing Murongxing's throat. Murongxing moved two steps sideways, blocked the sword, and the strength of his hand did not decrease. He turned his wrist and stabbed towards Huaifenghua's chest.

The probing meaning of this sword was obvious, but Huaifenghua didn't want to miss this opportunity. As she crossed her steps and passed sideways, she swung out a green sword energy and stabbed Murong Xing directly down the road.

Murong Xing didn't show any panic. He jumped and landed ten feet away.

Murong Xing's calm demeanor was not a good thing. The hidden worries in Huaifenghua's heart gradually grew. She raised her sword in front of her and pointed her fingers at Murong Xing.

The night mist shook slightly, and a gap opened in the space in front of Huaifenghua, who suddenly appeared and disappeared without a trace.

Geng Jian, who had been paying attention here, narrowed his eyes slightly and resisted the urge to draw his sword.

Murong Xing's expression became cautious for the first time. He swung his long sword, and as soon as a sword energy lit up, it collided with the sword energy that rushed in front of him.

The sharp and piercing sound sounded like a ghost's scream in the foggy night.

The two sword energies were bright and dim, forming a dazzling light group when they were annihilated. Murong Xing suddenly disappeared. Huaifenghua hurriedly swung a sword behind her. Murong A stab at the back of the neck.

Huaifenghuaren followed the sword, twisted her waist, and turned around. When the two swords intersected, the sword in her hand went up. Before Murong Xing could draw the sword and retreat, it collapsed with force.

Bang - the sword in Murong Xing's hand broke with a sound. Huaifenghua's sword-wielding style at this time was very ordinary. There was no huge power, but it often caused thunder in some silent places.

Opportunities are hard to come by. Huaifenghua pointed her toes, and her arm and sword became a straight line. After breaking Murong Xing's sword, her speed increased sharply and she stabbed Murong Xing straight into the chest.

The green sword energy boiled at the tip of the sword, and the sword's intention was powerful. Geng Jian, who had been watching the battle silently, shouted to be careful.

When the sword thrust out, it had the impression of green wood breaking through the earth and the sky. When it reached the door in front of Murong Xing, the sword energy exploded like branches and leaves in full bloom. Murong Xing had no way to hide.

"boom--"

Murong Xing stretched out his palms to face the sword energy. The scene of broken fingers and bloody flesh that Huaifenghua expected did not appear. A bright cyclone appeared in front of Murong Xing's palms, swirling around to absorb the exploding sword energy. He His body flew backwards uncontrollably.

Just when Geng Jian's eyes were attracted by the two of them, the mist behind him suddenly parted, and Zhang Shaoyao came with a sword.

The timing of Zhang Shaoyao's sword strike was extremely good. She was patient and didn't care about her master. She waited until she reached a few feet behind Geng Jian with bated breath, then cut through the fog with her sword.

"Well come, I've been waiting for you!"

When the tip of the sword was less than three feet away from the vest, it suddenly sharpened. Geng Jian could already feel the cold light on his back, but he did not panic at all. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I have a sword, and I can carry it on my back when climbing mountains!"

Geng Jian's upper body leaned forward, and the tip of the Black Sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light. From the front to the back, from bottom to top, in the night, the arc of this sword was extremely clever. Geng Jian turned his back behind him, even if There wasn't much zhenqi surging, but because the sword's intention flowed freely, it reached a state unparalleled in the world.

Ding--

Zhang Shaoyao's sword just happened to hit Hei Yaojian who was turning his back. Before she could withdraw her elbow and stab again, Geng Jian took the lead to seize the space, staggered his steps, bent his knees, twisted his waist, and turned his back to the sword. The posture turned into a reverse flirting.

Zhang Shaoyao wanted to press forward, but when he was able to block it, Geng Jian had already turned around. His sword moved like a dragon, and his power was unparalleled.

Zhang Shaoyao's talent was extremely high, but in the end he had very little actual combat, and was forced to retreat continuously.

The shadow of the sword danced, and the sound harmonized. At this time, in the open space in the central tent, an indescribable balance appeared between the two battlefields. Huai Fenghua forced Murong Xing to retreat continuously, and although Geng Jian was really angry There was not much left, but he relied on his superb swordsmanship to gain the upper hand in the disadvantaged situation.

In just a few breaths, Geng Jian made more than a dozen moves in succession, and the sword light weaved into a flawless net. Zhang Shaoyao was in danger several times. Mu Qing, who was hiding in the dark, was anxious for a while, but then rushed forward again. When I went there, I chose to wait for a better time because Zhang Shaoyao had escaped spiritually.

Mu Qing was hiding more than ten feet away, adjusting his breathing. His whole body was full of strength and ready to go.

He also just found out that the heavy fog that settled was caused by the formation. However, he felt something strange at the beginning, because when the fog first settled, when he used the Ten Thousand Poisons Heart Sutra to transport the true energy, he found that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the fog was so rich that it was outrageous. To him, Being in it is like a fish in water.

Half a cup of tea had passed, and the influence of the Spiritual Mist Array was finally highlighted on Geng Jian. Thinking of taking down Zhang Shaoyao in one go, he felt a little regretful in his eyes. He slowed down his hands and stopped.

Zhang Shaoyao had been waiting for this moment. She immediately left the battlefield and stood still with her sword in hand, her little chest rising and falling slightly.

A sick tiger is also a tiger. Zhang Shaoyao squinted his eyes and sighed. On weekdays, she practices swordplay with her master and sister, and she is often praised for her dexterity and naturalness when using the sword. But fighting against someone like Geng Jian who has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for a long time. The sword intent is wrapped in killing intent and attacks the face, which is completely different from the usual practice.

The longer they stay in the spirit mist formation, the greater their advantage becomes, and the situation in the field is slowly tilting towards Zhang Shaoyao and Huaifenghua.

On the other side, the influence of the Spiritual Mist Formation on Murong Xing finally appeared. He, who was originally well-defended by Huaifenghua, finally found it difficult to survive and flew backwards into a bonfire.

Murong Xing knelt on one knee and tried to prop up his body.

Huai Cao Shi said calmly: "Don't you know that if the true energy circulates too frequently, it will be difficult to maintain the state of fetal breath for a long time? Why don't you run away now?"

Murong Xing looked exhausted, with unwillingness and anger intertwined in his eyes.

Huaifenghua's figure flashed, and she rushed in front of Murong Xing and struck out with a clean sword.

Before drawing the sword, Huaifenghua glanced at Huaicao Shi, who had already turned his head and made no sound to stop him. Huai Cao Shi also understood that a woman's kindness would only harm everyone, and even lead Wanhua Valley to a point of no return.

But the scene she expected didn't happen.

When Huaifenghua slashed at Murong Xing's neck, Murong Xing unexpectedly stood up easily. His face was calm, and he was not as tired as before.

Huaifenghua's mind was already slightly relaxed when he slashed down with his sword. At this time, his eyes were stunned, and a flaw in his defense finally appeared.

Murong Xing had been waiting for this moment. The reason why he didn't care much about Huai Cao Shi telling him how to know the fetal breath was because he had planned to throw out this information. He knew that half truth and half lies could confuse the truth with the truth. In fact, the Kazehana battle was never done at its best.

At this moment, he stepped forward with his left foot, turned slightly sideways as he advanced, and dodged the edge of the sword lightly. Then he stretched out his hands and turned his palms into claws to attack Huaifenghua's jaw.

Huaifenghua's fighting experience was no weaker than Murong Xing's. Her mind was in a daze for a moment. Before the sword fell, she forcibly changed her moves. With the tiger's mouth loosened, she lifted the long sword upside down, used the hilt as the tip, and stabbed Wu Xiao. Chengfeng's claws.

However, she misjudged Murong Xing's strength. Murong Xing pressed down with one hand to directly block the hilt of the sword, preventing the hilt from advancing even an inch. His other hand grabbed Huaifenghua's neck before she could reach out to block her.

"Bah——" True energy spurted out from Murong Xing's mouth, and five red-purple bruises appeared on Huaifenghua's fair neck.

In the blink of an eye, Huaifenghua raised her sword upwards. After feeling a huge blocking force, her wrist sank. As she was falling faster and faster, she lifted her wrist and pointed the sword tip diagonally at Murong. Star's Dantian.

The two pairs of narrowed eyes looked at each other with calm eyes. No one was timid, it just showed who was more afraid of death.

When he felt the tip of the sword cutting through flesh and blood, Murong Xing was the first to backhand. He transformed his grasp into a palm and knocked the Huaifenghua away.