August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Today is a day for people to reunite with their families and enjoy the bright moon. But at this time in the Huayun main hall, Han Xie should be the only one who still pays attention to the moon tonight.
Rooftop behind the main hall of Huayun Sect in Suiyun Mountains
"The three fronts of the clouds, the beauty of the five mountains!"
The broken branches of the cloud were like ice liquefied by the strong wind, attacking Han Xie with lightning speed again and again. Han Xie's movement skills were also strange. In several rounds, with his wolf-like martial arts skills, he only received some flesh wounds scratched by the sword energy.
"Haha, old man, at such an age that you know your destiny, you can still perform this Kuai Xue swordsmanship flawlessly. Not bad, not bad. Your blood must be delicious."
"I have long heard that there are seven ghosts in the Hidden Sun Pavilion. Everyone in the world is frightened by the news. Among them, the three ghosts are second only to the stars in the sky. When I saw them today, Han Xie, who ranked third among the seven ghosts, was nothing more than that~"
The two of them were facing each other with swords, and their words were even more unforgiving. Don't look at Yun Zhezhi, the leader of Huayun. When he was young, he used to talk rubbish, but he never took his identity into consideration.
Han Xie was usually very arrogant, but at this time he turned a deaf ear to Yun Zhezhi's taunts. Strangely enough, Han Xie's moves gradually became more casual. Although the moves still contained murderous intent, they did not There is no consciousness to risk one's life.
When Yun Zhezhi gave way, he moved forward. When Yun Zhezhi tried to attack the vital point, Han Xie pulled away, pulling back and forth for hundreds of rounds.
The same was true for the rest of the Hidden Sun Pavilion killers and the group of wolves raised by Han Xie. From the rapid and fierce offensive at the beginning, they gradually became perfunctory, switching from using short daggers and iron chains to strangle to using crossbows to force them back.
Seeing that the pressure from the enemy was weakening, Yun Zhemei hurriedly jumped onto the roof and returned to her brother to fight against Han Xie together. Before the Yun brothers and sisters could attack, Han Xie kicked rubble and jumped to the eaves while the two were dodging, looking up to the sky and howling like a wolf.
At this time, everyone in the Hidden Sun Pavilion seemed to have received a signal. They all took out a spherical object from their pockets, squeezed it hard, and began to release a large amount of black mist. For a time, the entire Huayun main hall and even the side halls to the rope bridge were covered. The location was shrouded in thick black fog.
"Hiss~ The weak and helpless prey in the dark can only wait to be preyed upon by wolves!"
Han Xie's sense of smell was as sensitive as a wolf's, and he could clearly find the location of his prey even in the darkness. Yun Zhezhi immediately jumped off the roof with Zhemei and started moving at high speed.
"All Huayun disciples, escape from the area where the black mist is and retreat behind the rope bridge!"
Yun Zhezhi ran and gave orders, but the Sun-hiding Killer and Han Xie had already blocked them in front of everyone with their sense of smell. All Hua Yun disciples who wanted to get on the rope bridge were arrested one after another.
There was no way to go on like this. Yun Zhizhi thought about it and realized that since it was black mist, no matter how thick it was, if there was a strong enough wind, it could be blown away. He stopped running away and shouted loudly:
"The deacons of Hua Yun listen to the order, let's use Feng Liuyun together!"
This Feng Liuyun is the eighth form of Kuai Xue Sword Technique, and it is also the most difficult one. This move uses internal force to endow the sword body, and uses the flow of sword energy to pull the surrounding air to form a cyclone. With one movement of the arms, a hurricane is swung out. There are countless winds hidden in the wind. Blade, the person hit by the attack will be blown away and his body will also be cut by the wind blade. The size and power of the hurricane are determined by the swordsman's own internal strength.
Few ordinary disciples can master it. Only those who hold the position of deacon can master this style. In other words, only those who have completely mastered the eight styles of Kuai Xue Sword can become deacons.
"Quick Snow Eight Styles·Feng Liuyun!"
Everyone shouted in unison, and large and small hurricanes blew out from all over the main hall. The largest ones were naturally swung by the Yun brothers and sisters. The wind roared, sand flew, and rocks flew.
In an instant, the black fog in the main hall dissipated, and everyone regained their vision. At this time, it was getting late, the twilight was thick, and a full moon was shining in the sky.
"Haha, thank you for letting that bright moonlight shine on my body. Hey~ It feels so comfortable~"
Han Xie stood on the roof on all fours, looking up at the full moon. Then a wolf howled, sharp claws sprouted from his fingers, wolf hairs like steel needles sprouted from his skin, his sharp fangs were covered with saliva, and his flashing wolf eyes stared at the prey he was about to hunt.
In the suburbs of Lingdu, inside Riming Villa
"Father, although four of the Seven Swords of Huayun have been eliminated, the strength of the remaining three is still formidable in this world. Is it too much to just send Han Xie to attack them alone?"
A soft and sinister voice asked. On the dark bed in front of me, I heard the old and deep voice of a man wearing brocade clothes with silver hair and white beard:
"In normal times, these three people would be really troublesome, but today is different. Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yun Qingya will go to Yaochi with gifts to show friendship, and at the same time to visit his beloved who is in Yaochi. "
"But the Yun brothers and sisters have already understood the Kuai Xue Sword to an extremely high level. I think Han Xie is also difficult to deal with." The feminine voice continued.
"Haha, my son Lianxiang, please go out and look up. The moonlight must be beautiful today, ahem." The silver-haired man pointed outside the house.
Han Xie was born in the Beilu Kingdom and was picked up by a pack of wolves when he was born. However, instead of eating him, the pack of female wolves actually raised him.
On the day when the master of the Hiding Sun Pavilion picked him up, he was scratched by other wild beasts and the blood continued to bleed, so the master of the pavilion transfused the blood of the female wolf into his body.
But what is unexpected is that not only is his body perfectly integrated with wolf blood, but every time the moon is full, his body functions and internal strength will be greatly improved, and his body will take on the characteristics of a wolf, so he can sit in the Hidden Sun Pavilion and control the three ghosts. The third position, titled: Wolf-Eating Ghost.
Today, on a full moon night, Han Xie needs to be a master to defeat Han Xie one on one.
Suiyun Mountain Range·In front of the main hall of Huayun Sect
There was just a sound of thunder, and Han Xie rushed towards the Yun brothers and sisters like a black lightning, and the two of them were like fast snow wielding their swords to meet the enemy.
"too slow!"
In the flash of lightning, Han Xie dodged the sword blades of the two men. His footwork was so weird that even the brother and sister were unable to do anything when they noticed Han Xie's next move.
The sharp claws on his fingertips were as sharp as clay. With a swipe of his elbow, an arm was torn open and flew straight towards the Hua Yun deacons who dared not step forward. Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
"Deputy...Deputy Head!"
This plum-breaking hand, which had cut off the arms and throats of countless thieves in the world, didn't expect that one day, it would actually separate from Yun Zhemei.
Yun Zhezhi sat aside blankly. Although when he was young, he was also a person who fought hard in the bloody storm, but the comfortable life in the sect for more than ten years made him unable to get used to this bloody scene.
What's more, the blood of a person with a broken arm is thicker than water. Except for the children Yun Musheng and Yun Lingzhi who have watched them grow up, there is no one in the world who is closer to Yun Zhemei.
After a shrill scream, Yun Zhemei fell weakly to the ground. This sound woke up Yun Zhezhi who was still in a daze.
Seeing that Yun Zhemei was still breathing, Han Xie turned around and waved his wolf claws, and two or three wheels the size of plaques flew towards his head.
Suddenly a ray of cold light flashed past, and there was a loud sound of sparks. The wheel was instantly cut into countless pieces and scattered in the wind and snow with a gust of wind. The broken cloud branches stood proudly in the snow like this broken cloud mountain peak.
The Thousand Birds Sword in his hand is completely white, just like the snow in the sky, and the sword energy around him is like a howling wind.
"Hiss~ You old guy actually has something hidden. Not bad, not bad. You are qualified to see my full blow."
Han Xie grinned with fangs in his mouth and his eyes were full of excitement. As he spoke, the internal energy in Han Xie's palm began to gather, and bursts of black energy continued to wrap around his fingertips.
"Swallowing Wolf·Ten-fingered Wolf Spear!" Han Xie's hands and wrists were pressed together, and ten sharp claws entwined with black energy were pointed at Yunzhizhi as Han Xie sprinted at high speed.
Yunzhizhi closed his eyes tightly, and the cold wind around him became stronger and stronger, as if there were thousands of wind blades that could cut everything that came close.
Everyone in the world knows that Huayun's unique sword technique, Kuai Xue Sword, has its own characteristics in every move and style, but it is always inseparable from the word "kuai", and the eighth style, Feng Liuyun, takes "kuai" to the extreme.
Swords generate sword energy, fast sword energy generates wind blades, and many wind blades generate hurricanes. If you can practice to this level, you can be considered successful. And even more proficient people combined the essence of the eight movements to create the ninth type, which is no longer limited to hurricanes, but can control the wind blade at will within a certain area and cut the target at extremely fast speeds.
It just so happens that Yun Zhezhi is one of these proficient people. Seeing that Han Xie's wolf spear was approaching, Yun Zhezhi immediately opened his eyes and swung the Thousand Birds Sword in his hand at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, "The wind blows the snow quickly, and when the clouds disperse, it becomes clear, and when it snows, it becomes clear!"
Just listen to the harsh sound of wind blades and wolf claws colliding.
"Brother..." Yun Zhemei shouted with difficulty. At this time, no one present except the dying Yun Zhemei could see clearly what happened. They could only hear the sound of the severed claws falling to the ground.
"Master?!"
Hua Yun's disciples and deacons, including the killer of Sunrise Pavilion, all did not care about the outcome of the duel between the two.
"Hiss~ Haha, not bad. It can cut off my nine-fingered wolf spear at such a speed. It's a pity..."
When the dust dispersed, Han Xie's nine sharp claws were severed, and only the last finger pierced into Yun Zhezhi's heart.
