Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Mu Bai thought they were bluffing again, and smiled at them contemptuously.

"Unbelievable!"

Lei Wujie put the shark-toothed sword across his chest, opened the fire-burning technique to the Garuda realm, injected internal force into the tip of the sword with the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, and the blade of the shark-toothed sword was immediately filled with red light.

Then he held his sword and swept away in all directions.

With a low shout: "Across all directions!"

The extremely domineering eight sword qi, combined with a nine-foot-long black dragon, intertwined and spun, and attacked Mu Bai.

"How is it possible!" The attack range of this move is too large, Mu Bai can't completely dodge it, he can only concentrate his internal strength and cooperate with the golden silk gloves to resist.

The glove burst instantly, Mu Bai vomited blood, and was knocked backwards for a hundred meters.

"Look at my hundred-step flying sword again!" Sikong Qianluo waved Yuanhong aggressively, just about to stab it out.

Suddenly stopped again, scratching his head helplessly: "This trick. I don't know how to do it!"

Lei Wujie was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, he asked: "When you took Yuanhong, didn't the uncle's remnant soul teach you?"

Sikong Qianluo looked bewildered: "What remnant soul?"

On the other side, Mu Bai slowly got up from the ground, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like fire, and with a wave of his big hand, three figures fell from the air, rushing towards Lei Wujie and the two of them one after another.

Sikong Qianluo frowned, and pierced the man's heart with a stab of the sword, but the sword in the man's hand didn't stop, and continued to slash at Sikong Qianluo.

"What's going on, could it be the medicine man?" Sikong Qianluo moved back quickly, thinking.

Lei Wujie shook his head: "Yaoren's body is much harder, this is the puppet technique of the Mu family."

Mu Bai sneered and said, "You know a lot, but it's a pity you still have to die here."

He originally thought that puppetry would not be necessary to deal with two people in the Vajra Mortal Realm, but Lei Wujie's move just now reminded him that the killer must go all out at any time.

Lei Wujie smiled disdainfully, since he has read the script, he naturally knows how to break the puppet technique.

"Sister, these puppets only have fixed attack methods. You first dodge as much as possible and attack their weapons after memorizing their attack routes."

Sikong Qianluo hummed lightly, and after dodging a few times, he slashed at the puppet's sword with Yuan Hong. Yuan Hong was the second most famous sword in Qin Shi, and after several collisions, the puppet's sword was severed.

Lei Wujie also found an opportunity. When he held the two puppets down with their swords, he pressed the sharp spines of shark teeth to the ground.

The puppet without the sword was quickly destroyed by two people.

Mu Bai was shocked, and hurriedly looked at Mu Qingyang beside him: "Why don't you make a move?"

With a strange smile, Mu Qingyang struck out the copper coin in his hand, which just hit Mu Bai's forehead, killing him on the spot.

Lei Wujie's scalp felt numb as he watched from the sidelines. Although Mu Qingyang killed Mu Bai in the original book, that's not how it was written.

Mu Qingyang kicked Mu Bai's body away, turned around and looked at Lei Wujie and Lei Wujie with sharp eyes.

Seeing the mahogany sword burning in his hand, Lei Wujie snorted coldly: "The future Patriarch of the Mu family, don't you want to know the secret of the Sleeping Dragon Sword?"

Mu Qingyang's face changed slightly, and he asked curiously: "I feel like you know everything?"

Lei Wujie came to Sikong Qianluo's side, put his hands on her shoulders, and smiled pretendingly.

"The master of my sister and I is a professional onmyoji with the ability to predict the future."

"Yin Yang family?" Mu Qingyang recalled that Sikong Qianluo believed in the unfinished Yin Yang technique just now.

Can't help asking: "Then what can you predict next?"

Looking at the clear sky above, Lei Wujie unexpectedly said: "It will rain soon."

Anyway, Su Muyu was in the spider's nest in front of him, and with his buff, he was so sure.

Sure enough, after a cup of tea, the sky became gray and it began to rain slowly.

"What else?" Mu Qingyang suddenly became interested, restraining his killing intent.

"Xie Fanhua will be beheaded by Su Changhe soon, Xie Qidao will kill Xie Ba, after the death of the head of the family, you will become the head of the Mu family, and Mu Zizhen will die in Tianqi City!"

Lei Wujie explained what would happen according to the script.

Mu Qingyang was very surprised. He, Su Changhe and Xie Qianji murdered Xie Fanhua. Only the four of them knew about it. How could he predict it?

No, he saw through Mu Bai's puppet's weakness so quickly just now, could it be that he also predicted it by Yin Yang technique?
Thinking of this, Mu Qingyang immediately believed it.

"Okay, let me trust you once!"

Before leaving, with a strange smile, he repeatedly looked at Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo.

"The two of you look like a husband and wife."

As soon as Mu Qingyang left, Sikong Qianluo waved his powder fist towards his back.

"Fuck! This person is probably sick."

Lei Wujie shook his fingers: "Be more confident and delete most of the words."

Sikong Qianluo nodded: "By the way, Xiaojie, are your predictions just now true?"

"Hey, actually after reading "The Legend of the Dark River", you know everything, oops." Lei Wujie smiled confidently.

Sikong Qian pinched Lei Wujie's waist angrily: "Huh, why don't you just read one more book than me, what's so great about it."

"Let's go to the spider's nest first." Lei Wujie rubbed his waist and pointed forward.

"Isn't now the best time for us to get rid of the dark river?" Sikong Qianluo was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused about Lei Wujie's approach.

Lei Wujie shook his head and smiled wryly, pointing to the outside: "Now is the best time for the Three Dark River Clans to besiege and kill the head of the family."

"Outside are the elites of the three families, we can't escape if we want to."

"The only hope is to follow the protagonist group of the dark river."

Sikong Qianluo nodded, holding Lei Wujie's hand tightly with both hands.

"Sister believes in you!"

After the two entered the spider's nest, taking advantage of the battle between the spider shadow group and the three masters, they entered the secret passage, pushed open a stone door at the end, and came to a place called Sanli Pavilion.

There were four people standing outside, two of them they knew, Su Zhe and Su Muyu.

The other two, one is an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the other is a girl in red, carrying a medicine box. She has fair skin and a beautiful face. They should be Bai Hehuai, the heroine of "Dark River".

"It's illogical, Bai Hehuai's age is about the same as ours, the age line in this world seems to be messed up." Lei Wujie couldn't help complaining.

He learned from the memory of the original owner that King Langya, Li Xinyue and Lei Mengsha had all passed away.

But now he and Sikong Qianluo are still in the early stages of the plot of "The Legend of the Dark River", it seems that the world has been forcibly changed a lot of the plot.

Sikong Qian gave him a blank look: "We have all traveled through time, so why should we pay attention to logic?"

Su Zhe waved his hand towards Lei Wujie, and said with a smile:
"After a while, I knew that with your cleverness, you would definitely be able to escape from Mu Bai."

Lei Wujie didn't want to talk to him at first, but Su Zhe took Bai Hehuai to his side and introduced him warmly.

"Daughter, let me introduce you to an interesting younger brother."

"By the way, what's your name?" Su Zhe scratched his head and suddenly thought of an important question.

"My name is Lei Wujie, but I can also be called Su Wujie." Lei Wujie replied perfunctorily.

Suddenly, the hilt in the hand of the old man on the ground was engraved with the sword of the sleeping dragon, and it began to shake, as if he was afraid of something.

At the same time, Sikong Qianluo's saber Yuanhong began to emit an astonishing light.

The old man got up hurriedly, and squinted his eyes towards Sikong Qianluo's direction.

"You have the famous dragon-slaying sword on you?"