Tonight, there is nothing more sad than heartbreak. The temperament of Huai Cao Shi changed, his eyes were determined, and he felt relieved.

After all, giving up seems to be far more serious than being sad, but in fact, being sad is not as easy as giving up. Huai Cao Shi now only feels ashamed of his master, and it would be best if he could just die, lest he become a tool for someone to display his power and ambition.

Murong Xing had an imperceptible sadness in his eyes, and silently picked up the poem from Huai Cao, "Is it safe in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers?"

Geng Jian gasped: "I followed your arrangement and stayed inside. It's not as foggy as outside."

Murong Xing nodded and looked at Huai Cao Shi, sighing a little tiredly: "Do you think death is a kind of relief? It's just an escape that you feel comfortable with. If you dare to die, I will let your disciples go down to accompany you. .”

Huai Caoshi's eyes were gloomy, and suddenly he looked past Murong Xing, with a smile on his lips.

Murong Xing frowned and turned around, Geng Jian grasped the hilt of the sword.

After Mu Qing sent Master Huaifenghua all the way to the rear, he immediately rushed back. He and Murong Xing were separated by more than ten feet, and their emotionless eyes intertwined in the night.

"Who are you?" A sharp voice sounded.

Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't expect that Geng Jian was the first to speak out and smiled slightly.

Geng Jian met Mu Qing's gaze and smiled mockingly, handed Xing Zuo into Murong Xing's hands, and said softly: "I still have half a sword, so you must kill him with one strike."

Mu Qing sighed when he saw Lu Fanrou in Xu Zuo's arms, "You should stay tonight."

There were no heroic words or vicious curses. Mu Qing felt that he had nothing to talk about with a group of dead people.

Mu Qing leaned forward, and the next moment his figure was already several feet away. Geng Jian took three steps forward to block the crowd. He just put his thumb on the hilt of the sword and exerted slight pressure.

Even if Huaifenghua didn't remind Mu Qing, Mu Qing would not underestimate Geng Jian at all. His silhouette was a straight line. When he was less than three feet away from Geng Jian, Mu Qing's dagger had already appeared. In his hand, Geng Jian finally pushed the sword out of its sheath.

The whistling sound in the night fog was like thunder. Murong Xing frowned slightly. He was a little worried about whether Geng Jian, whose strength was affected, could block it. He was also catching the flow of energy of Mu Qing's Qi Changhong sprint.

When Mu Qing was less than ten feet away from Geng Jian, Geng Jian, who was waiting passively, only took half a step forward. Mu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the speed that was about to reach its peak slowed down slightly.

Geng Jian finally emerged from his kendo domain tonight and controlled the domain within a ten-foot radius of himself.

After practicing the Lihuo Sword Technique, Mu Qing's perception of the sword's intention is much clearer than before. Geng Jian's swordsmanship can be regarded as a truly powerful move in the realm of spiritual beings. The tiny sword intentions in the air are piled up like numbness. Every time Qing takes a step forward now, he breaks through a wall of sword intent.

The whistling sound of Mu Qing's long body was much lower. He opened the way with his sword, and the energy consumed in the short distance of one foot was more than ten times more than the previous total.

Finally, the tip of the dagger was less than three feet away from the door facing Geng Jian.

Mu Qing's forward figure seemed to have reached the end. After he stood still, his tiger's mouth tightened slightly, and the blue Lihuo Sword Qi shot out directly.

As his energy surged, Geng Jian's face turned pale, his hair on his temples swayed back in disorder, he grunted, and with a slight push of his sword-holding thumb, the Black Sword was half unsheathed.

The Lihuo Sword Qi that was originally shot out could not move any further three inches in front of Geng Jian's eyebrows.

After losing to the unknown man named Mu Qing, Geng Jian had been concentrating on cultivating his sword spirit for some time. Murong Xing only knew that he had a sharp sword that could cut off the enemy's energy, but he didn't know that he still had He has half a sword, three inches in front of him, making it difficult for the enemy to advance any further.

The sword that Geng Jian cultivated was obviously a step further in understanding the meaning of the sword than the longer art of sword energy. That's why he had the confidence to be able to block Mu Qing, who was obviously of first-class strength.

One breath is a sword, Mu Qing's eyes were firm, he let out a light drink, and took another breath, making sure to draw out both swords before taking a breath.

Murong Xing on the side was waiting for this opportunity. He crossed Geng Jian, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and stabbed Mu Qing with his sword fingers.

The two fingers that pierced the space in front of him did not pierce Mu Qing's head, but pierced the Shenzang point on the right side of Mu Qing's chest.

There was a hint of pride in Murong Xing's eyes. In terms of fighting vision, Murong Xing had always considered himself superior to others.

Mu Qing's eyes narrowed. Although Geng Jian's face was extremely pale, he had no intention of retreating. It was clear that he had given the initiative to Mu Qing.

But now with one to two Mu Qing, after the new energy comes in, he adds a sword. The two swords are stacked and overlapped. At this time, the energy flow is still fast, and it is difficult to replace the second sword without stopping after two breaths. Three breaths.

Murong Xing found this opportunity and immediately spotted the ventilation node of Shenzang Point on the path of Mu Qing's Qi machine, because Mu Qing's Qi machine happened to pass through Shenzang Point!

Geng Jian closed his eyes and used his sword mind to feel the two superimposed sword intentions in front of his eyebrows. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He could hone his sword skills between life and death. Geng Jian never thought that if he died in the process of asking the sword, how much he could achieve. It's a pity, now that my half sword has been released, how should you deal with it?

Do you have the guts to bet your life on me with your sword?

Mu Qing opened his thin lips and gritted his teeth. The spiritual mist between the three of them was swallowed up by him. Since he had already decided to face each other in life and death, what could he, Mu Qing, be afraid of?

The sharpness of the fingertips is not much lower than the tip of the sword. When the two fingers with a greenish white color stabbed the chest, the sword energy accumulated in the fingertips had already rushed into Mu Qing's Shenzang point, wantonly destroying the Qi machine. run.

It was not until this moment that Mu Qing clearly discovered that Murong Yin was also a genuine swordsman.

Almost at the same time, Mu Qing's chest suddenly bulged, and after taking a breath, he exhaled. After two qi, you still have half qi, and after two swords, you still have half sword.

Originally, after the two sword qi were superimposed, the defense of the half sword in front of Geng Jian began to loosen. The blue Lihuo sword qi trembled and moved forward a little distance. Now Mu Qing exhaled half a breath and turned into half a sword qi. Finally, Geng Jian's defense was like a camel that had no choice but to wait for the last straw. After two and a half sword energy condensed, half of the blue color turned into crimson. There was an invisible warning between Geng Jian and Mu Qing. , as if half of the city wall built with sword intent had cracks.

In the next blink of an eye, amidst the sharp sound of sword energy, the small sword, which was mixed with blue and red colors and was only three inches long, rushed across a distance of three inches in an instant, and the tip of the sword struck Geng Jian between his eyebrows. , rushed in without leaving any wounds.

Geng Jian groaned, his face wrinkled up in pain for a moment, and his whole body flew backwards, even knocking down Xing Zuo who couldn't avoid it.

Murong Xing's eyes narrowed, and the coldness in his eyes gradually deepened. His upper body swayed slightly, and his wrists exerted force, and half of his knuckles pierced Mu Qing's chest.

Mu Qing also flew backwards. He couldn't even suppress the sword energy in the Shenzang point on his chest while he was in the air. He fell to the ground more than ten feet away and rolled a dozen times before stopping.

Murong Xing looked at Mu Qing on the ground more than ten feet away, with a cold look in his eyes and a bit of surprise.

As soon as he came, he exchanged injuries for injuries, and even exchanged injuries for lives. Murong Xing only felt that this person had a tough personality. However, when he clearly cut off his Qi, Mu Qing was still able to spit out half a mouthful of sword Qi, but it was really It made him a little confused.

After Geng Jian fell to the ground, he suddenly slapped his forehead with both hands, his chest heaved violently, and he lost his fighting power before his eyes.

After Xing Zuo was knocked down, he simply collapsed on the ground. He didn't look at Huai Cao Shi, who had more and more murderous intent in his eyes, and weakly reminded him: "This sword energy is very powerful, Geng Jian can't help him now." .”

He didn't say it clearly, but the implication was that if you, Murong Xing, didn't have any trump cards, then everyone would just wait to die.

In fact, Murong Xing is no stranger to Geng Jian's reaction now, because after he forcibly pointed out the sword, the Lihuo Sword Qi that rushed into his body before was less suppressed by the true energy, and immediately raged inside the body, otherwise Mu Qing would When he flew out, he had already followed.

Now he wanted to see if this masked man dared to fight again after his energy was disordered. He, Murong Yin, didn't mind taking the risk of entering a state of collapse and weakness, but he also wanted to let him die by his own hands in the next confrontation. .

The clothes on his chest were wet with blood. When he heard the anxious footsteps behind him, Mu Qing, who was supposed to adjust his breathing for a while, quickly stood up from the ground and greeted the girl behind him with his hands behind his back, telling her not to get close.

He stretched out his hand to cover the Shen Zang point on his chest. The reason why he was able to exhale half a breath just now when the Qi machine was cut off and the true Qi should have been blocked. Murong Xing could not guess the reason. In fact, it was attributed to Wan Wan. The heart method of Poison Heart Sutra is special.

It is true that Mu Qing's true energy is powerful, just like an old well with deep water storage. However, if the pipe for drawing water is too thin or the power for drawing water is not enough, it is still impossible to be comparable to the power of the first rank. His meridians The acupuncture points are opened since childhood and contain true qi. The pipes used to draw water are not thin. The Heart Sutra of All Poisons emphasizes that Shaoyin and Shaoyang both release the sea of ​​qi. , Huagai, then pass through Xuanji, Chengjiang, Yangbai, and finally pass through Shenting to reach Shangxing; Shaoyin moves Qi downward and comes out of the sea, passes through Guanyuan, Zhongji, Chongmen, and then passes through Fushe, Lingxu, and Shenfeng , and finally arrived at Tianshu via Taiyi.

This means that when the true energy moves to the heavens first, there will be two qi machines running through the meridians. Murong Xing discovered the qi path of Shaoyang, but failed to discover the qi path of Shaoyin.

After Mu Qing stood up, his shoulders undulated slightly and his brows furrowed slightly.

The sword energy raging in the chest was temporarily suppressed, but the cut off energy was unable to flow smoothly.

If the Shenzang Point is compared to the final pass, there are countless swords and weapons piled in the pass at this time. If the Qi wants to pass smoothly, these sword Qi must be consumed.

Mu Qing sighed. No wonder Jianghu always said that sword cultivators are more difficult to deal with than poison cultivators. Mu Qing, who held his chest and remained silent for a long time, finally understood.