[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Mu Chenfeng had fought against him many times, but they had never fought each other in a real way. Wan Hua's quick, accurate and ruthless hand made him feel extremely murderous and happy, and his backhand was like a rainbow.

"Master Dao, how many times can you withstand Mozun's Baihuafu acupoint hand and acupoint cutoff?" Jiang Yan brushed his shoulder with a flat palm, quickly took another fingerprint, and pressed it impartially on the center of his brow.

Mu Chenfeng felt a pain in his shoulder, but the anger that was welling up subsided a bit. The headache caused by his sudden attack on the Heavenly Court caused an unexpected headache.

No matter how fast his sword moves are, Jiang Yan's response is even faster. With each move, you retreat and I retreat, and I retreat and avoid. , only Jiang Yan is still holding the hole flute in his hand, which looks particularly eye-catching.

"You don't have to hold back! Go all out!" Mu Chenfeng's eyes darkened, and he thrust his sword towards his wrist.

Jiang Yanbai's bleak face suddenly showed pain, and he followed suit in a smooth manner. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and immediately retreated, walked around behind the tree, and smiled in a calm tone: "Do I try my best?" It's not very important, the Taoist priest should care about his own safety first."

Before Mu Chenfeng could stop, he released his sword energy, which cut off half of the tree trunk and shook the flowers, and the white petals fell like snowflakes.

Luo Ying lost his eyes, and Mu Chenfeng came back to his senses for a moment, but after a while, he walked around the tree pole and saw Jiang Yan's slightly joking face. He summoned up all his strength: "I, a disciple of Chunyang, have the protection of the Supreme Heavenly One!"

"Oh?" Jiang Yan raised his brows to avoid his sword, looked at his very focused expression, no longer bothered to dodge blindly, but turned around and approached him again, blocked the sword with his flute and pointed at the acupuncture point again, making him Backed away in pain, "It's a pity that the Taoist priest's sword is not powerful enough."

Jiang Yan smiled even more as he spoke, every time the Baihua Fu points pressed against his sword body and tapped again, and one move was stronger than the other, it seemed that he insisted on forcing him and irritating him, making him unreservedly use all the weapons in his body. Learn to pour.

Wan Hua's familiar and elegant face is close to her from time to time, she smiles clearly but feels cold, looks strange when she looks at him, can't tell who he is, and why she laughs.Mu Chenfeng only felt uncomfortable after his meridians were secretly attacked, especially when he smelled the strong medicinal fragrance on his body, he felt a headache even more, the pure power in his heart was almost gone, and he didn't retreat even if he wanted to kill. After twisting the tactic, he set up a barrier again, passed the move towards Jiang Yan, and then blurted out the question: "Why?!"

Jiang Yan looked at his red eyes, which were replaced by rage from coldness, and couldn't help being stunned, hesitating to avoid his sword tip but was injured by the blade, his wrist turned red, and Dong Xiao, who was acting as a weapon, finally let go .

"Why?" Jiang Yan retreated under the tree again, turned his head to look at the fragments of the bamboo flute that had been torn apart by the converging sword, his already pale face was dazed in the sunlight, he chuckled, and pointed straight at Mu Chenfeng. Facing his sword, he said slowly, "The rivers and lakes are just a reunion, and the years can remain the same. If you don't agree with your original intention, you will die forever."

Mu Chenfeng watched his lips move but couldn't hear what he was saying, the buzzing voice in his ears had gradually increased and drowned out everything, only Jiang Yan's fearless voice filled the world:

"I took away your internal energy and killed Guo Yun."

"I've been lying to you all this time, all this time..."

"I asked Yang Yiran to lead you there, you are stupid, you are stupid."

"How does it feel to kill an ally with your own hands? Are you sad? Do you want revenge?"

"revenge……"

"I killed Cao Yu and Xiao Song."

"I killed Xiao Song!"

The sound boomed, Song Xiuran's half-closed terrified face flashed in front of his eyes, Mu Chenfeng blinked and saw that the treetops and ground were all bright red, the black robe and red dress against the thousands of flowers and his face There is blood everywhere, and there is a scene of hell like a devil's den.

"kill him."

There was a voice urging in his ears, swallowing his ability to think, making him move forward with his sword in a daze, as if he was stepping on the corpse of his companion, and standing in front of him was a wicked devil. The sword is the hope of redemption.

"Kill him, kill him."

He has been having nightmares all the time, and he has lost his way in his lies since he met him, and Jiang Yan is not Jiang Yuhan, he lives as a demon king, since he is against him, entangled with him and is cold-blooded evil, the nightmare is never wake up.

"Jiang Yan, I hate you." Mu Chenfeng stared at him, and pointed to wipe off the blood on the sword, as if his killing intent had been decided.

Jiang Yan stood in the sunlight leaking from the treetops, his pupils were misty, reflecting his blood-stained white clothes and resolute appearance, as well as the bright red sword with bright red light, the corner of his lips smiled slightly Seeing the cold, he groped around with his wounded hands in his sleeves, as long as he showed that powerful gold-plated pen, he could make another killing move.

"Kill him, quick, kill him!"

Mu Chenfeng's mind was moved, his eyes flashed red like a sword, and he quickly shot out the unfathomable gossip energy, sealing his meridians first, hiding his shape, accumulating thin hair, Zixia Yuntao showed his power, raised The sword stabbed straight at his heart with all its strength.

The Wanhua in front of her clearly put out her sleeves empty-handed, the emotion between her brows and her heart couldn't be controlled, but she stood there and opened her arms to him, neither dodging nor avoiding, that certainty was like flowers destined to bloom in spring, waiting to break the ice Good news.

In a blink of an eye, the moment Hao Qi Dao grew his sword, it seemed that he was no longer under his control. The severe headache was mixed with the wailing of the soul, which made his mind go blank for a moment, his meridians were running to the extreme, and the energy in his body was like a spring. Normally, he put more money into the blade, only to hear the muffled sound of the flesh being cut open, and the glowing red sword had already plunged straight into the heart of this evil man.

The ear-piercing magic sound screamed excitedly to the extreme, the blade of the sword glistened after drinking blood, and then dimmed in vain. The wailing of corpses and the roar of puppets can be heard faintly around, and the sound of strangulation can be heard freely.

The ice hut where he cried when he was a child, the appearance of his master gesturing to teach him how to practice swords, the scene of swearing to join the alliance as an adult, the alliance who clasped fists at him after being named, Song Xiuran winking mischievously, and Jiang Yan once turned to him The blooming smile, the previous scenes, whether he remembered or deliberately forgot, all flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The tormented soul seemed to have undergone a baptism in this short period of time, until finally all the voices disappeared and returned to peace.

Mu Chenfeng blinked, and the chaotic and dark pupils became clear again. What caught his eyes was Jiang Yan's face, which was less than half an inch away from him. The tip of his nose brushed against the tip of his nose. His eyes annihilated the last brilliance, and slowly closed, the smile on his lips was a little bit cold, and the arms that were embracing were clearly attached to his silver robes, but there was no movement.

The sharp blade pierced his body, and the hilt in his hand was gradually stained with blood. Everything was frozen at the moment when he entered the sword. It was thrilling, and then there was an instant of eternal silence, only the sound of falling snow was left quietly.

"Don't—!" After a crisp and tender cry accompanied by a heartbreaking cry, a little Wanhua ran out of nowhere and rushed to the hem of Jiang Yan's robe, rubbing her crying cheek against his gradually drooping lips. hand.

"Be careful!" Seeing this, Mu Chenfeng almost instinctively pulled out his sword, the tip of the sword turned around with blood beads, submerged into Wanhua's waist again, and pushed him away.

"Stop! You are not allowed to kill my senior brother!!" Xiao Hualuo turned around and pushed him resentfully. Seeing that he hadn't pushed, she cried and went to pull Wan Hua who was still standing still but had no response, and wailed , "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I am Niao Niao! Senior Brother, don't die! Don't never come back like Senior Brother Yuhan!"

Mu Chenfeng put down the sword in a daze, the sword body shattered into several pieces and landed on the ground with a crackling sound.

He looked again, but saw that the ground was covered with thick snow, the flowers and trees had become ancient trees covered with rime, and the verdure was no longer there. There was no spring warmth in the surroundings, but it was still extremely cold with howling wind and ice, as if everything just happened Just a dream.

It's just that this dream was too painful, and the appearance of thousands of flowers closing their eyes and not breathing has not changed at all.

He took a few steps back, checked again and again, looked at the broken sword on the ground, and then at the crying Hualuo, and only then did he believe that he killed him—he killed him.

Mu Chenfeng slowly touched his chest, then clenched his shirt and clenched his teeth, and looked at Jiang Yan's seemingly peaceful face:

He killed him—killed the man who had given him warmth and kept deceiving him.He killed him, why was there only confusion but no joy?Even inexplicable heartache?He killed him for the sake of his junior, but also killed other seniors. Is this also justice?

"Mu Daochang? It's Mu Daochang! Mu Daochang killed Mozun!"

"It was the 'Zichen Sword' that killed the Demon Lord!"

The mighty cheers sounded from far away, and Cao Yu's firm and forceful warning sound also caught his ears at the same time: "Chenfeng! Behind!"

He was still hesitating and defenseless, when Xiao Fan's cold voice came from nearby: "Mu Chenfeng! Today is the day of death for you arrogant hypocrites!"

Mu Chenfeng looked back suddenly, and saw him raising the Mo Dao and cutting off the swaying sword that frightened thousands of miles of sand, but he fell into boundless loss and pain and did not want to dodge. He only raised his pale face that was not inferior to snow, and held The hilt of the sword fell loose in his hand.

Xiao Fan's iron armor is mysterious, with killing intent and hatred in his hand, he raised the knife and dropped it, but when Mo knife was about to touch his forehead hair, he withdrew his hand, and then knelt down on the ground with a face full of surprise and pain.

"It's said that you can't kill him, unless you are so powerful, you can kill even if you are bitten by insects." The young man's voice came from above his head with joy, and Zhe Yi was sitting among the rime trees full of trees, with half of his skeleton still on his face. He touched his palm, but smiled excitedly.

"You... what did you do?!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and stood up holding the Mo Dao, intending to swing it again but couldn't summon any power. After trying a few times, he yelled at the young man in horror, "You sealed my meridians? !"

"I don't have one." Zhe Yi blinked and jumped down from the tree. If it wasn't for his terrifying appearance, he would have looked no different from a ten-year-old boy that day. He walked a few steps to Wanhua At the side, he stretched out his finger to Mu Chenfeng and said, "The mother Gu is on him, if you kill him, the Gu will bite you."

"A few days ago you shot at me, it was a kind of Gu?!" Xiao Fan was dizzy under the pain, not to mention swinging the knife again, it is not easy to stand up, so he could only look at Zhe Yi coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Same For a wicked person, you actually do such a villainous thing!"

"Oh, aren't we villains all villains? It's good to get used to it. Don't mention you, I have it too." Yun Jin appeared from behind the tree with a blue face, half of her body was stained with blood, her sleeves were torn, and she walked away clutching her wound. It's hard.

Cao Yuben came here to kill Yun Jin, when he saw the traitor and his followers immediately raised their guns, the ghostly boy suddenly laughed wildly, and the puppets who gradually surrounded him also roared.Tiance was terrified and didn't dare to step forward rashly, and even retreated in fright when he saw the mighty spirit of the corpse demon for the first time.

Zhe Yi laughed wildly and Bi Chang let out a long sigh of relief, and touched Jiang Yan's blood-stained heart with a flick of his outstretched finger, and then smiled brightly: "Goodbye."

He smiled cheerfully without a hint of coldness or evil, and he didn't know who to listen to the last three words. After he finished speaking, he suddenly bowed his head. The half of the skeleton and the other half of his body that was riddled with holes gradually softened, and then turned into powder in front of everyone's eyes. At last it drifted away like dust.

The surrounding corpses fell silent for an instant, and then fell down one by one.

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