Dao fellow initiates

Mingyue Gorge, outside the forest.

A cold light came from the sword, Yang Mu didn't dare to be careless, he touched the storage bag at his waist, and a long spear made of fine iron struck his hand, making the tiger fierce.

Ding!
The tip of the spear threw away the opponent's long sword, Yang Mu moved and jumped back a few steps to distance himself from the opponent.

One inch long, one inch strong, so it is natural to give full play to the advantages of the long spear.

The killer looked numb, and continued to kill with his sword.

A chilling and depressed atmosphere burst out in the air, and the surrounding area was full of twisted branches and fallen leaves, filling the forest.

The sound of metal clashing with guns and swords was unheard of.

"This man's swordsmanship is so fierce, it really is a murderous sword."

Yang Mu stabbed, hacked, or picked with his spear, trying his best, but he couldn't do anything to win the opponent.

It can be said that the spearman did not take advantage of the long-term advantage.

It is enough to show that the opponent's degree of refinement in sword moves is definitely higher than his refinement in guns.

The killer took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and for a while, even faintly suppressed Yang Mu's offensive.

If this is not possible, if you drag on dozens of moves, you will not be cut by the opponent's sword.

Yang Mu's heart sank. Now his marksmanship is so refined that it can be said to be perfect, but he can clearly feel that this is not his end point, but he has been suffering from no one to teach him.

Now, he can feel that the opponent's swordsmanship is obviously stronger than his own, and that feeling is not just because of the subtlety of the moves, or the reason why his own combat experience is higher than his own.

That was an essential difference. Yang Mu felt that the other party had touched Mo's wonderful realm, but he hadn't.

call out!
A piercing sound like a sharp arrow piercing the sky pulled Yang Mu back from his thoughts. He hurriedly avoided, but a thin red line inevitably appeared on his neck.

A shallow layer of flesh was cut, and it was as bright red as blood.

so close!

Yang Mu exclaimed secretly, and hurriedly tightened his mind, not daring to think any more.

In an instant, he breathed out his true energy, and the spear came out like a dragon, accompanied by his shadow, and the point of the spear went straight to the opponent's door. In an instant, he stabbed ten shots in a row, the speed was extremely fast.

The Cold Shadow Spear Jue moves as fast as the wind, focusing on speed. When making a move, the shadow of the spear follows each other, and the cold light suddenly arrives. It is a martial art that pays great attention to moves. It can display [-]% of its strength without reaching the Xuanhai state. power.

At this moment, the killer's face finally changed a little, he quickly retreated, and hurriedly resisted with the long sword in his hand.

Under the night, a series of dozens of sparks burst out, the fine iron symphony, and the sound of collision was continuous.

Yang Mu's eyes were slightly focused, he didn't get entangled with the opponent, and his moves became more aggressive and decisive. After all, this place is not far from Mingyue Gorge, and if more people were disturbed, he would really have no way to leave at that time.

Damn... Seemingly aware of Yang Mu's intentions, the killer cursed secretly, and immediately circulated the profound energy in his dantian, pouring all of it into the long sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword emitted a white light, and its power soared.

Everything happened in an instant, Yang Mu didn't have time to react, he saw the opponent slashing sideways, the sword edge was fleeting, like cutting tofu, cutting off his long spear.

I am Nima!
Yang Mu only felt that this scene seemed familiar, but the scene of the past was vaguely present, and he was not the same Yang Mu as before.

At the moment of crisis, Yang Mu raised his foot and hooked it, picking up the broken gun with the tip in the front half.

Immediately, he jumped with all his strength, jumped to a height of four or five meters, and firmly caught the gun head.

The killer never thought about Yang Mu's move, and was stunned for a moment.

"Let me show you my master's marksmanship that fell from the sky!"

Yang Mu yelled, poured half of the profound energy in his dantian into the broken spear, and threw it fiercely at the opponent.

Volley stab!
The Broken Spear came crashing down with the force of the dawn.

In the eyes of the killer, the white glow on the tip of the spear gradually enlarged in his pupils. Before he could raise his sword to block, his whole body was completely pierced by the half-cut spear, and he was knocked flying with that powerful force. After more than ten meters away, he was nailed to a big tree fiercely.

The killer looked at Yang Mu's direction with resentment, spurted out a big mouthful of blood through the black scarf covering his face, kicked his legs like this, and died in Yang Mu's hands.

Yang Mu stepped forward quickly, and after confirming that the other party was really dead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

clap clap clap!
"Not bad, what a wonderful performance!"

Before Yang Mu could make another move, he heard applause and a playful voice.

"Who?" Yang Mu looked towards the direction where the voice came from, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Hehe, if Mr. Lei didn't worry about this dog slave and ordered me to come and check, I really wouldn't have seen such a wonderful performance."

Gao Zhe seemed very interested, looking at Yang Mu curiously.

Although the killer is just a servant of Mr. Lei, he has half a sword intent in the field. Not to mention invincible at the same level, at least he is not comparable to such a young man who looks sixteen or seventeen years old.

Unless the other party is also a rare genius, then it makes sense.

Yang Mu looked in the direction of the voice.

From the shadows, a noble young man in brocade clothes came slowly, with a folding fan in his hand, gently swaying.

pretender...

Yang Mu muttered to himself.

At night, he wandered around with a fan and didn't sleep. If it wasn't for pretending, he turned his head down.

"Mr. Lei, are you here?" Yang Mu suddenly looked shocked, and looked behind your young master in disbelief, his tone full of surprise.

"Hehe, it's a waste of time, why don't you tell me who you are?" Gao Zhe was not fooled, and he still waved his folding fan, acting like a handsome young man, which really made Yang Mu sick.

"I am your father!"

Yang Mu glanced at him, and then said: "The mountains are high and the water is far away, you and I will see you in the rivers and lakes some other day, farewell!"

Ignoring Gao Zhe who was struggling with the meaning of the word "father", Yang Mu ran away into the distance, not daring to stay for a moment.

He is not stupid, since the other party dared to stand up and said those words again, he must have seen the battle between himself and the killer, and there are only two situations in which he dared to come out.

Either he is a fool, or he is sure that he can win himself.

The first one, Yang Mu has already tried it, and I have to say, this person is so smart, his performance is so superb that he can't even fool him.

Obviously IQ online.

As for the second type, there is nothing to say.

Run, run sloppily, run like a girl, don't turn your head back, you will die if you turn back.

At least some people say, if you don't try, how do you know you can't beat it?
In this regard, Yang Mu said that if you try it, you will die.

"How dare you lie to this young master, you are quite courageous."

The corners of Gao Zhe's mouth raised slightly, but he didn't see how much strength he stepped on, but his whole body shot out like a sharp arrow.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Yang Mu...