"I'm afraid you are not qualified to take my head." Mu Qingyun showed the fairy sword in his hand and immediately floated into the air.
Tang Ming looked at the fairy sword in his hand, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"You have really dishonored your reputation by letting you hold this immortal sword. Today, in the name of the Immortal Emperor, I will clean up this unkind hypocrite like you."
"Then come and give it a try!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingyun rushed to Tang Ming's direction and stabbed his chest with the fairy sword in his hand.
"What a fast speed. He is worthy of being the holy son of the Holy Land of Swordsmanship."
"I'm afraid this blow can directly determine the outcome, right?"
Everyone present felt that Mu Qingyun would win.
After all, the strength gap lies here.
At the peak of Yuan-building, if you beat a monk at the second level of Tongmai, you can't lose even with your eyes closed.
When they saw that the blade of the fairy sword was about to pierce Tang Ming's chest, everyone was imagining what it would be like to see blood splattering on the spot.
However, the moment of slap in the face was so sudden.
Tang Ming just stretched out two fingers and easily grasped the opponent's sword.
"Qiang!"
The moment the sword was held, it made a crisp sound.
"That's it?" Tang Ming tilted his head and said disdainfully.
"I thought the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Swordsmanship could be so powerful, but it turns out he's just a wax head with a silver spear."
Listening to the humiliation in the other party's words, Mu Qingyun's expression finally lost its calmness and turned to anger.
"Who are you? It's impossible for Tang Ming to have such strength."
The Tang Ming in front of him sneered: "What? You can't bear the blow and start talking to yourself?"
"Hmph, you are just pretending to be a ghost and overdrawing your strength in advance. I want to see how long you can hold on."
"You don't need to take care of this anymore."
Mu Qingyun withdrew his sword and distanced himself again.
Immediately, the spiritual power in his body was gathered into the fairy sword.
"Today I will let you experience the inherited martial arts of the Holy Land of Sword Dao."
Countless spiritual energy quickly gathered on the sword body, forming a sword energy that was hundreds of meters long.
"Spiritual advanced martial arts, Holy Spirit Extermination Slash!"
With one word of drink, the sword energy was instantly cut down.
The hundreds of meters long sword energy engulfed Tang Ming's figure.
The sword energy fell, even cutting off the mountain peak behind him.
This move consumed most of Mu Qingyun's physical strength. He would never use this move unless facing a strong enemy.
"If you can force me to use this trick, you can rest in peace."
Even some elders in the sect dare not take this move head-on. A small meridians monk alone cannot resist it.
"Although your talent is admirable, unfortunately, you don't know how to restrain it."
If you were not the descendant of Sword and Fairy, maybe we would still be friends.
Mu Qingyun looked up at the sky, held the fairy sword in his hand and said sadly.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more Qinglian Fairy Swords suddenly started beating in his hand.
The strange scene caused a flash of panic in Mu Qingyun's heart.
Then he hurriedly looked at the broken mountains, but he didn't find anything unusual.
Illusion?
Then why does the fairy sword jump?
Just when Mu Qingyun wanted to figure out the reason.
But the joking voice came from behind.
"Who are you looking around for?"
Such a familiar voice made Mu Qingyun feel fear among his peers for the first time.
"You're actually still alive!" His voice began to tremble.
Obviously he still doesn't want to believe the facts in front of him, and he hopes it is the obsession that arises in his heart.
However, just as he turned around, reality hit him in the face again.
Tang Ming was standing right in front of him, and the previous voice was naturally from his tone.
During the previous period, Mu Qingyun was completely unaware of his aura.
If Tang Ming chooses to take action, even if he does not lose, he will still suffer a lot of injuries.
However, it is not difficult to tell from the disdain in the opponent's eyes that he does not know how to use sneak attacks.
This made Mu Qingyun, who had always been proud, feel the humiliation of being slighted.
But these don't matter anymore, as long as you take action from such a distance, you will definitely be able to kill it.
"You missed your only chance to defeat me."
After saying that, Mu Qingyun picked up the fairy sword in his hand and stabbed their chests.
Since you can kill the opponent once, you can kill the opponent a second time.
The moment he took action.
Tang Ming smiled, not an indifferent smile.
But a helpless smile.
It was as if he had seen through all the other party's actions and was still waiting for the other party to take action, helplessly.
"Do you think there will be a second chance?"
This unintentional remark made Mu Qingyun's heart instantly fall into the ice valley.
It was as if all his ten years of cultivation had been completely negated.
"What do you know? Only by unscrupulous means can you stabilize your position. Even if you give up your credibility, I will still do it a second time!"
After the words fell, the sword blade in his hand pierced the opponent's chest again. As long as he could be eliminated, everything was worth it.
Kill him and the sect will admit that he is more suitable.
Kill him and you will have a better future.
Therefore, Tang Ming, you must die today!
That stupid obsession made Tang Ming sigh in disappointment.
"This is why you will never be recognized by the Immortal Sword."
Just when the opponent's sword was about to stab his chest, Tang Ming suddenly took action.
A bloody sword energy instantly cut off Mu Qingyun's arm at a speed that could not be predicted by the naked eye.
"ah!"
A tragic scream sounded.
Mu Qingyun covered his arms and his pupils quickly contracted.
"my hand!"
His originally handsome face instantly turned pale. At that moment, he clearly felt the threat of death from Tang Ming.
No, I can't die. I am the Holy Son. If I die, who will inherit the throne?
The idea of escape sounded in his heart, and Mu Qingyun immediately began to escape.
Looking at Mu Qingyun who fled hastily, everyone was greatly shocked, their eyes were full of fear, and they seemed to be glad that they did not have enmity with Tang Ming.
Otherwise, your fate will be the same as that of the disciples in the Holy Land.
When Wan Chutian, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, saw this scene, he was so angry that he crushed the tea cup in his hand.
A genius who is rare to see in the Holy Land of Swordsmanship for a thousand years actually lost to an unknown person who was just starting out. If this news got out, he would be completely nailed to the pillar of shame.
However, what was even more shocking was Mu Qingyun's actions after his defeat.
"Headmaster, save me!"
There was fear in his panicked voice, and it was obvious that he had felt the breath of death from Tang Ming's body.
Wan Chutian was more anxious than him. In full view of everyone, as the leader of the Holy Land, how could he blatantly capture an unknown junior?
This is even more embarrassing than losing a duel.
Seeing that the headmaster was indifferent, Mu Qingyun could only continue dragging his injured body to escape.
It was okay to not be able to defeat him, but he actually ran away in such a state of embarrassment.
For a moment, many monks watching the show sneered at this, saying that it would be better to commit suicide to gain dignity than to be defeated and humiliated.
"Want to run?"
Tang Ming made a scornful sound, and immediately grabbed the Qinglian Fairy Sword that fell from the air, and was already in front of him in a flash.
Then her blood-red eyes stared at him coldly, "I told you, I want you to take your head."
Mu Qingyun, who was caught up, glanced around. When he spotted Tang Rou's figure, he seemed to have found a way to escape.
"If you take one more step forward, I will kill her!"
At this time, Mu Qingyun had already grabbed Tang Rou's neck with one hand and threatened.
"Brother Mu? Why..." Tang Rou was choked and confused. She was obviously willing to believe him just now, but she didn't expect to turn around and treat herself as a hostage.
However, Tang Ming at this time remained unmoved.
He continued to move forward on his own.
"I told you not to move!" After Mu Qingyun said that, he increased the strength in his hands.
"Ahem..." Tang Rou coughed several times in pain, and then looked at Tang Ming with a look of help.
"Brother...save me..."
Faced with asking for help, Tang Ming finally chose to stop.
"Hmph, this is your weakness. As long as she is around, you will always be controlled by others!" Mu Qingyun's trembling tone was filled with fear.
With Tang Rou as a trump card, he expected that the other party would not dare to act rashly, but right now he still needed someone to protect him.
Then he continued to cry towards the mountain, "Headmaster, come and save me. This kid Tang Ming has gone crazy. Please kill him quickly."
As long as he delays this period of time and waits for the arrival of several masters, no matter how much Tang Ming overextends his strength, it will all be in vain in front of the Hua Xuan monks.
Just when he was fantasizing about how to torture the siblings...
However, Tang Ming slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the two of them.
"What do you want to do? She is your sister!"
As soon as the words fell, a sword energy struck instantly, piercing through the chests of the two men with the force of thunder.
Mu Qingyun, who was lying in a pool of blood, had no idea that Tang Ming would be so decisive.
Looking at his blood-colored eyes, he looked like Shura returning from hell. Mu Qingyun later realized that his face was completely different from the original one.
"You... are not Tang Ming, who... are you?"
