Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

"This lunatic!" Lei Wujie cursed secretly, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he threw the Shuihan Sword at Su Muyu.

He is holding a person in his hands now, and he is not good at two-handed swordsmanship, the more weapons he has, the easier it is to drag him down.

"Why don't you throw me to the ground, or I'm afraid that both of us will fall here."

Ye Wan'er patted Lei Wujie's wrist, and persuaded softly.

Lei Wujie gently stroked the black hair on her temples, showing a reassuring smile.

"Sister Wan'er, believe me, we can all leave here safely."

At this time, several black palms attacked Lei Wujie, and the white-haired fairy's jade sword also drew a beautiful arc, and came after it.

"Phoenix Dance Six Illusions!" Lei Wujie shouted, and instantly transformed into six figures.

Each figure uses a different stunt.

Kill one person in ten steps!
The five mountains are light!
Across all directions!

Easy water cold!
Lingbo Feiyan!

Skull blood handprint!

Using these terrifying tricks at the same time, Lei Wujie's internal energy was greatly consumed, but the power was also terrifying.

More than a dozen of those men in black who were cultivated in the realm died at once, and even the shoulders and waist of the white-haired fairy were bleeding profusely.

"This kid's talent, I'm afraid even Sect Master Ye may not be able to match it."

The white-haired fairy hastily stopped the wound, her expression became more and more serious.

"My lord, let's set up an formation? This man's martial arts are probably infinitely close to Su Muyu's." The man in black beside him reminded.

The white-haired fairy nodded, and said in a low voice: "You set up a solitary formation, and the others form a defensive formation with me, hold him back!"

Ye Wan'er suddenly fell into deep thought. The martial arts that Lei Wujie showed just now revealed strangeness and subtlety, but he never showed the martial arts of the Li family and the Lei family.

Can't help but curious: "The moment you repelled them just now, if you used the heart sword, they would have died long ago."

"Sister, the premise of what you said is that I have to know that stuff." Lei Wujie shrugged helplessly.

"You don't know the Heart Sword?" Ye Wan'er was surprised, feeling that what she had studied was in vain.

"Of course not, and I don't need to. I'm the self-taught type."

After defeating Baifaxian just now, Lei Wujie's heart began to swell again.

"Hmph, you've become that annoying again." Ye Wan'er turned her head away again, ignoring him for the time being.

On the other side, Su Muyu lifted the drizzle sword with his left hand, and the sky suddenly became gray, and it began to rain tick-tock-tock, and the water droplets hit the bluestone board, making a crisp sound.

With a wave of the Shuihan sword with his right hand, the rain gradually condensed into frost.

Feeling the tragic meaning coming from the sword, Su Muyu read softly:

"The people in the past are gone, but the water is still cold today."

Soon around him, beautiful ice lotus flowers bloomed, and then swept away towards Litian.

Li Tian's astonished eyebrows sank instantly, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly. When he looked up, the sky was getting darker and darker.

Looking at Su Muyu solemnly: "Your trick seems to be related to Xueyue Sword Immortal?"

Su Muyu nodded: "She and I have fought against the Demon Sect together, and I have seen her in August Feixue."

Li Tian frowned, and after slamming a piece of ice lotus, Su Muyu continued to condense the rainwater in the air into a large number of ice lotuses to surround him.

Su Muyu persuaded: "Your internal strength is limited, but my ice lotus is endless. Do you think it is necessary to continue fighting?"

Li Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again.

"As the saying goes, the world can only be seen at the time of life and death."

"And I leave the sky, today I will break your new world!"

After speaking, he shouted loudly, leaped into the air, and swung his fist from top to bottom, vowing to break Su Muyu's rain and snow sword momentum.

"I have a sword called Mu Yu Han Ye!"

Su Muyu threw the Xiaoyu Sword, and also jumped up, the Shuihan sword in his hand slashed from bottom to bottom, wrapped in a blue ice and snow storm, and collided with Litian's red punch.

"Bang bang bang!" The moment the glove touched Shuihanjian, sparks sparked out.

The fight between the two created a surrounding aftermath, turning the nearby trees into dust.

Li Tian had the upper hand in the air, countless red punches appeared in front of him, and his eyes were fixed on Su Muyu.

"No one is allowed to run this time, we must not die!"

Su Muyu didn't speak, but responded to him with sharp eyes and piercing sword energy.

After the two exchanged hundreds of moves, Li Tian's glove was finally cut open, blood was dripping all over the place, the most frightening thing was Shui Hanjian's bone-piercing sword energy, which instantly eroded his meridians, making his movement more and more powerful. Obscure, the moves are getting more and more powerless.

Su Muyu pointed towards the sky with his left hand, and the rain in the sky turned into an ice cone and hit Li Tian's back in an instant.

Li Tian couldn't move his hand at this time, his body was bruised all over by the ice pick, and he flew upside down, his meridians were damaged almost all over his body, and his cultivation base was abolished.

"You just lost to this sword, not to me." Su Muyu glanced at the sword in his hand and sighed softly.

He could feel the sharpness of Shui, the cold sword, not much worse than Li Hanyi's Iron Horse Binghe.

Moreover, Gao Jianli, the former great master of the Mohist school, assisted him in the sword, which made his strength temporarily skyrocket, and only then did he defeat Li Tian.

This way of relying on the strength of others to win made Su Muyu feel a bit invincible.

Li Tian stood up slowly, and laughed at himself: "I'm already a useless person, I lost completely."

"But I still don't want to kill you." Su Muyu shook her head slightly.

"But I can kill myself!" A flash of determination flashed in Li Tian's eyes, and he raised his fists and hit his temple violently.

Seeing Lei Wujie staring at Li Tian's body in a daze, Ye Wan'er said sharply:

"Don't look, I said earlier that he has a hole in his head!"

"But Su Muyu's sword move just now is completely at the level of a sword fairy."

Lei Wujie giggled and said, "That's me, Brother Yu, the future Sixth Sword Immortal."

"His swordsmanship is much better than yours." Ye Wan'er sneered.

This made Lei Wujie very depressed: "If you want to praise brother Yu, you should praise him well. Why do you hurt me?"

Sikong Qianluo repelled several men in black robes, and looked at Lei Wujie with strange eyes.

"I always feel that this woman seems to regard her as Xiao Jie's wife?"

"Shh, be gentle." Xiao Lingchen hurriedly covered her mouth and reminded her seriously, "If her husband hears about it, you will die."

"Hmph, if his husband dares to hit me, I'll smash his head!" Sikong Qianluo pushed Xiao Lingchen's hand away and smiled contemptuously.

Knowing this aunt's temper, Xiao Lingchen simply spread his hands together: "Okay, you have the final say."

He turned his gaze to Mu Ciling again, and Murong Xiyin began to dodge with body skills, but after three hundred moves, Mu Ciling saw through her moving route of lightness kung fu.

Predicting her landing position in advance, he slapped her away, making Murong Xiyin unavoidable.

"Stinky girl, you're dead." Mu Ciling smiled heartily.

Facing the terrifying and domineering Yan Mo Palm, Murong Xiyin waved the jade flute in the air, transforming into a hundred sword qi, but was still shattered by the surging palm force.

But when she saw the seven men in black robes attacking from behind, she had an idea, and touched Mu Ciling's palm with the jade flute, and brushed those men in black robes with her other slender hand.

"Turning the stars and moving the Dafa, the stars fall and the moon falls!"

I saw that those robed men became skinny, it turned out that Murong Xiyin transferred Yan Mo's palm to absorb the internal energy and transferred it to the seven black robed men through Dou Zhuan Xing.

While Mu Ciling was slightly taken aback, Murong Xiyin landed on Lei Wujie's place lightly, with a little more grace.

Pointing at Lei Wujie, a smile appeared on his lips: "If you want to hurt me, you must first defeat my cousin."