[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

No one saw how the white-clothed Taoist priest moved. One moment he was still confused looking for someone, the next moment he skillfully used Jianghu Qinggong to avoid the iron cavalry sword in front of him. Immortal light suddenly arose, and he made a move full of internal strength to reach the lord's back.

At that time, the crushing and invincible soul was caught off guard, and immediately let out a roar, and people shouted and horses hissed through the soul market, shaking the sand everywhere, and when the wheels turned and turned back, there was a crowd of people turned upside down again.

Mu Chenfeng ignored the wailing around him, and while avoiding the lord's menacing attack, he took advantage of the situation to fire his sword energy one after another. At this time, he was healthy and uninjured, and his firepower was fully fired. Every move was precise and powerful. After a while, the lord seemed like He just stared at him swinging the knife with red eyes.

The long knife brushed past his fluttering sleeves several times, and the wheels rolled out dense and deep ruts around him. Mu Chenfeng had limited movement and had to step out of the ladder in a short gap.

Song Xiuran was not good at fighting but was good at catching ghosts. Seeing this situation, he rushed over to beat the side drums, and hurriedly circled layer after layer of aura on the ground. Fearing that the lord would be furious, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Someone is here to lure you!" Let him go!"

As soon as the words fell, Mingjiao, who had originally attracted the lord, uttered a heart-fired sigh of red sand, and then the radiant pilgrimage words bloomed under An Lushan's car, and the alchemists who avoided the lord's fury moved one after another. Zhao directly hit the resentful soul.

"Brother, move slowly, wait for them to attract firepower." Song Xiuran hurriedly reminded him when he came to him.

"Okay." Mu Chenfeng replied briefly, turning his sword energy and pushing towards the wandering soul who took the opportunity to rush over.

An Lushan's ghost was cut off by Mu Chenfeng, and was thrown into disarray by the swarm of alchemists. Not long after, he was completely attracted by the Ming Cult, exposing his back and sides to the siege.

After Mu Chenfeng left Huashan, he became a hero. For many years, he only knew that the camps fought against each other, and he had never defended against such a powerful enemy with others. Seeing such scenes, he didn't know how to control the strength of his shots properly. Observe it He had no choice but to follow Song Xiuran's speed.

An Lushan was attacked by the enemy and was unable to avoid it. He was dragged by Mingjiao's flexible moves for a long time, and finally shouted loudly and swung his knife to repel the surroundings. , the alchemists were forced to withdraw from the inner world one by one.

"Oh, is this berserk? Run away!" Song Xiuran exclaimed, but his feet were trembling and he couldn't walk.

Mu Chenfeng quickly pushed the dazed little Taoist priest, the chariot whizzed past them, the lord jumped down with a fierce body, and swung his long knife to chop anyone he saw, Mu Chenfeng pushed a few times All the sword qi were useless, and he watched him slaughter everywhere.

Song Xiuran coughed sharply, saw the smoke floating around An Lushan's fat body sharply, quickly got up from the ground, and shouted: "Keep going! It's almost time to watch the world!"

The little Taoist's voice aroused the confidence of the alchemists again, they changed from scattered to gathered, and carefully avoided the long sword attack.However, no matter how tall and brave An Lushan's distorted soul was, it couldn't stop the flowing wheel battle. Every time he hit his body, his figure became more blurred, and he searched for Mingjiao's moves in the melee.

Song Xiuran applauded again and again, but Mu Chenfeng felt uneasy. He was clearly in the world of souls but could smell the bloody smell of battles in the outer world. He felt oppressed and palpitations when he saw everything, especially An Lushan's overwhelming hostility. , as if to mobilize the horror in the internal organs of the person.

Mu Chenfeng was like this, the sword in his hand gradually moved slowly, and then slumped to the ground after closing. Unexpectedly, someone came around and grabbed him lightly. An Lushan's long knife almost cut down on his cheek. And turned elsewhere.

He woke up suddenly, and heard Jiang Yan's deep and cold voice ringing in his ears:

"It's just beating a lord, is Daoist Mu also afraid?"

Wan Hua's voice was calm and taunting, it went all the way to the bottom of the ear along the ear and made people tremble. hands and dare not act rashly.

Jiang Yan used to stick to his back to secretly use the floating flowers and waves, but this time he didn't move him a bit. With the other hand, he took out a pen from his black sleeve, turned his meridians to activate his internal force, and shot straight at An Lushan's fat body that was struggling with beasts. Acupuncture and amputation.

The lord turned his head suddenly after being hit at a vital point, and before he could move, Jiang Yan's lightning-fast technique brought out the beautiful Fu acupuncture point. Then the outer wall of the huge body of the soul was smashed.

The lord raised his head and aroused a huge vortex, and the extremely oppressive power of the soul was washed away in the roar that resounded through the sky.The alchemists all showed joy, and some people shouted "Go to the world of mortals" and left the Soul Market early.

Song Xiuran turned his head, and suddenly saw Jiang Yan standing behind his senior brother. The two of them, one black and one white, were very close to each other, but they were clearly separated in the gray world. Jiang Yan's hand was still pointing at Mu Chenfeng, and he yelled Get up: "What are you going to do? Let go of my brother!"

"Don't do anything." Jiang Yan cast a disdainful glance at the sound, pushed Mu Chenfeng towards Song Xiuran with a backhand push, and retreated quickly, saying, "Anyway, the wealth of this lord will belong to my villain's valley." .”

Jiang Yan came to the Soul Market to seek the ghost king's wealth for the evil man's valley. Mu Chenfeng stood on his toes and turned around quickly, only to see that Wanhua's black robe was already a considerable distance away from him.Daoist Chang's eyes darkened, and he twirled a formula and tried to chase after him with his sword, but the usual sneer on Jiang Yan's face stopped abruptly. His eyes also turned into hatred in an instant.

The indifferent and spiteful eyes pierced through the air through his black hanging hair. Mu Chenfeng touched this strange emotion that should have been opposed, and the moves gathered at the tip of the sword never came out.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and concentrated, but in a blink of an eye, the red and black figure had left the Soul Market.

Song Xiuran glanced at his pale face, quickly stretched out his hand and tugged at the sleeves of his drooping Taoist robe, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, leave him alone. You've stayed too long, shall we go?"

Mu Chenfeng stopped in the direction where Wanhua was leaving, and took a long time before putting away his saber and nodding: "Okay."

This time the little Taoist refused to return to his soul first, he insisted on teaching him step by step to calm his mind until Mu Chenfeng faded out of the Soul Market safely.Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, the night that should have been dark was actually illuminated by torches. The alchemist who returned to his soul and the neutral neutral who responded violently beat Anlu Mountain who had fled to the world of mortals. Lords interact with each other.

Song Xiuran's meditating body was already shivering from the cold, he limped and fell into the crowd besieging the lord without caring about his numb legs.

After all, Mu Chenfeng was accidentally drawn into the inner world. After returning to his soul, he felt dizzy and tired. After standing in the noisy and chaotic place for a while, he felt that something was wrong when he looked up again.

The secret rivalry between campers has turned into open scrambling, and the thieves who have heard the news are making troubles in troubled waters again. The long-silent reality of Qingzhao grassland is like fighting spirits wandering around, and in the blink of an eye, it has turned into chaos. .

The place Song Xiuran was looking for at the beginning was not so far away. Mu Chenfeng watched Cao Yu and a group of stronghold leaders leading people face off against the elite of the Evilman's Valley. He wandered outside with a sword in hand but hesitated all the time. Jiang Yanfang was all he could think of. That last hateful glance.

If it was Jiang Yan—the "Yanxiang" who looked at the whole situation and was afraid of not taking everything into his palm, where would he be at this moment?

Mu Chenfeng regained his composure, and almost instinctively looked for the occasional rocks piled up in the prairie. Sure enough, he saw a familiar slender figure in a dark high place where the lights couldn't reach.It's just that his back was facing, and the long hair hanging down to the hem of his clothes was faintly blurred in the wind.

There is almost nothing like the right time and place to clear the enmity outside the battle situation. Mu Chenfeng's clear pupils were cast in the shadow of the fire, and he drew his sword with a light kung fu. Arrived at Wanhua's neck.

"The Daoist of the Haoqi League, are you going to take this opportunity to kill me?" The person in front of him didn't panic or move, and still stood with his back facing him, but bit the word "Haoqi" hard and asked gnashing of teeth.

Mu Chenfeng hadn't answered yet, but he smelled a strong smell of blood from the wind. Looking at it with the faint light, he saw that the robe of the person under the sword was wet, and dark blood was dripping from his shoulders. There is an object glowing with a little cold light, which looks like a dagger, and then there are two lifeless corpses horizontally behind, and the blood of Da Tan spreads along the cracks in the stone, and then flows to the ground.

"Did you kill them?" He turned the hilt of his sword and asked, the thin edge of the sword was pressed against his white collar, as if a light stroke could separate the heads of the people in front of him.

"They took the opportunity to sneak attack, why can't I kill them?" Jiang Yan seemed to have regained his composure, and his words were filled with contempt, "Villain behavior has never been the specialty of villains."

It turned out that the blood on his body was not only from the person who was killed, but also from the injury when the body was attacked in the Soul Market.Mu Chenfeng recognized the people on the ground as the allies who threatened to steal a few heads, and was immediately stunned. He heard the roar of the lord and the shouts of the crowd in the distance, but it seemed to be the sound of another world, and then stared at him without moving. After standing still for a while, he finally let go of the sword and said, "You went to the Hun Market alone to make money for the wicked?"

"What does it have to do with the arrogance of you who are secretly attacking?"

"They were not ordered by me."

"Is it important who ordered it? Is there a difference?"

"If I kill you here, I will respond to the villain's behavior you said."

The Daoist spoke forcefully, but Wan Hua laughed back in anger, and finally turned to look at him: "The Daoist really cherishes his reputation."

"I don't kill the injured." Mu Chenfeng replied, paused and said again.

"But I was able to kill it." Jiang Yan finally faced him, the pendant next to his ear was about to flash an evil light like his dark eyes, "I should have killed you in Wuliang, or killed you earlier , so as not to be self-righteous."

His deep voice was accompanied by the night wind, and Mu Chenfeng caught a glimpse of his rare anger from his bewildered forehead hair. After a long silence, he finally said: "I owe you my life, whether it's a conspiracy or not."

"Oh? So?" Jiang Yan raised his chin, condescendingly inspecting his expressionless face, "Is the Taoist priest going to kill himself in return?"

"You killed Guo Yun and colluded with the corpse demon, and you haven't been charged yet." Even though his eyes were like knives, Mu Chenfeng answered very calmly, as if there was no need to ask this kind of answer.

"Oh, well said." Jiang Yan's expression under the veil retracted, and he laughed again, and under his calm gaze, he took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them on the ground, "You give up this opportunity, and in the future you will There will never be another chance."

He almost warned him viciously, but in the end he was attacked by someone and didn't want to fight. Seeing Mu Chenfeng standing in front of him with a sword in his hand, he immediately tapped a few acupuncture points on his shoulders, stepped on him lightly, and jumped over him to join the battle. Green Grassland.

After all, Jiang Yan is Jiang Yan. He is good at writing, scheming and eloquent. He didn't bother to move under his sword.It's just that he could have allowed him to be devoured by the resentful spirits and the lord in the soul market, but he wanted to lure him and save him. What he did seemed superfluous, and it was so rash that people couldn't figure out the reason anyway.

Maybe Jiang Yan used this to make him feel grateful and hesitated—he was a chess player in his eyes from the beginning to the end, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape from this world.

Mu Chenfeng understood this, and thought about it for a while, both hated and helpless, until the smell of fresh blood on Wanhua's body mixed with the familiar fragrance drifted away, then he sighed and put away his sword, and when he looked back, there was no sign of Jiang Yan coming and going.

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