The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 131
When meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins, this is the pride of the swordsman, and also the pride of the brave.

Striking the sword against the strong is the only way for every swordsman.

And being able to strike a sword against a world-renowned strong man is something that many swordsmen dream of.

What's more, in front of you is Beili No.1.

So, Su Muyu drew his sword.

The simplest killing sword, he is not a sword fairy, he is just a killer.

He thought he would be defeated by his sword like last time

But this time, he unexpectedly persisted for a long time.

He stabbed at him, but Mo Qianshang dodged.

He continued to stab, and Mo Qianshang continued to retreat.

He turned the umbrella bone into a sharp sword and shot it out, but Mo Qianshang didn't hide, because the range of the sword formation formed by the umbrella bone was too wide, so Mo Qianshang chose a little bit.

Mo Qianshang painstakingly tapped on the umbrella ribs one after another with his sword, once, and retreated gracefully. Finally, he retreated eighteen steps, leaving umbrella ribs all over the place.

"Qiang", Su Muyu appeared again, sealing his throat with a sword.

His umbrella handle is very sharp, and the angle is very tricky. Most importantly, there is a wall behind Mo Qianshang.

Without hiding, panting slightly, Mo Qianshang resisted the umbrella bone with his sword.

The two were so close that Mo Qianshang's breathing could already be heard clearly.

Su Muyu finally confirmed her guess.

Cold voice,
"You're badly hurt."

Mo Qianshang remained silent.

"Just killed them, you are not as easy as I imagined!"

Regarding this, Mo Qianshang was still silent, but the corners of his mouth were raised, still confident.

Su Muyu looked at it coldly, he didn't understand how he could be so calm under such circumstances.

"You can't get out of this city."

"Are you finished?"

Mo Qianshang's face was indifferent, and he waved hard.

Su Muyu jumped back.

Mo Qianshang gently stroked the general and sighed slightly.

He always seems to be in this desperate situation.

In fact, his internal strength is already very abundant. Compared with others, he is confident that he will be among the best in both quality and quantity.

However, there are too many enemies.

As Lingxuzi said, his body was being consumed, obliterated, and hollowed out bit by bit.

The injury keeps getting worse.

Internal strength, constantly exhausted.

Even though he has tried his best to recover along the way, he still cannot make ends meet.

This is also the reason why he did not continue to fly with the sword.

His inner strength is not enough.

Sigh slightly.

Pointing at Su Muyu with the sword, Mo Qianshang's face turned slightly cold.

"In addition to internal strength, I also have a sword. As long as I have a sword in my hand, I am invincible."

sound off.

A wave of will bloomed from Mo Qianshang.

This is momentum, but also sword intent.

Sword intent is not internal force, no one can tell what it is, but everyone knows that it is real.

It is Tao, potential, and existence in the dark.

With a sword of sword intent, everything is invincible.

Those who have sword intent would rather bend than bend.

So Mo Qianshang can still fight, only he still has the sword in his hand, as long as he hasn't surrendered or given up.

then.

He took the initiative.

He didn't run fast, one step was no longer than the length of an arm, but every step he took shocked Su Muyu's mind. He thought that Mo Qianshang was stronger than him because of his realm.

But at this moment, he finally understood why Mo Qianshang is not a sword fairy, but stronger than the sword fairy in the world.

"There are golden Arhats in Buddhism who can fight freely, and so can my sword."

sound off.

stab out.

The sword intent pierced through the world and instantly enveloped Su Muyu,
Su Muyu stood there in a daze, what did he see!
His sword was trembling, and he saw a giant sword descending from the sky. He had nowhere to escape, and he was powerless to resist.

Blood spurted out with a puff, and flowed out along Su Muyu's chest.

Mo Qianshang pierced his left shoulder with a sword, whether it was intentional or unintentional, Mo Qianshang missed his vitals.

Su Muyu squatted on the ground slowly, holding the umbrella sword, panting hard, the corners of her mouth were bleeding profusely.

"This is your sword, this is your sword! I finally know where the gap is!"

Pulling it out, blood spurted out, Su Muyu staggered again and fell to the ground slowly.

Mo Qianshang glanced at the corner intentionally or unintentionally, held up the general, and the blood-red long sword was about to strike down.

Suddenly, a palm formed by ghostly green internal force flew out, and Mo Qianshang immediately retreated to avoid it.

But seeing a red shadow flash past, he picked up Su Muyu and turned to leave.

Just leave a word in the air.

"I have no intention of being your enemy! Let me tell you a piece of information, Lei Mengsha is still alive, on Mount Yuelei. By the way, there is a horse in the woods outside the city, and I gave it to you."

Looking at the red figure, Mo Qianshang remained indifferent, sheathed his sword, and headed out of the city.

"You must live for me, I will take you home"

after awhile.

A black horse was heading forward, where was the last city before Wuyang Pass, Longyu City.

From the outskirts of the City of War.

Su Changhe with a mustache twitched Su Muyu casually.

Fortunately said.

"It's a good thing he didn't intend to kill you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to save you."

"Why save me?"

"The spider shadow killer group of the patriarch is dead, and now the biggest resistance is gone. Mu Yu, I want you to help me become the patriarch. I saved your life!"

Su Muyu remained silent.

But I saw a man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly walking down the hillside.

"Master? I'm also very interested. Why can't your master be our Mu family?"

The man took off his bamboo hat, revealing the exact same face as Mo Qianshang.

Su Changhe was taken aback for a moment, then said coldly.

"Mu Ying, why are you here?"

"How did you recognize me? Don't I pretend to be different?"

"You look alike in disguise, but unfortunately, you don't have his yin and yang eyes."

Dragon Meteor City.

It is rumored that Xiao Yi, the emperor of the Northern Kingdom, fell here, so this place is called Longyun, which is an ominous place.

in front of the city gate.

Desolate and lonely, only fallen leaves fluttering.

A black horse stopped at the gate of the city, Mo Qianshang stopped for a moment, and laughed.

"Long Yu, an unknown name. Unfortunately, I am not a dragon. So this place has nothing to do with me!"

step in.

The city is deserted, maybe because there are few people, or maybe because of the upcoming battle here.

Riding the horse, Mo Qianshang didn't seem to be in a hurry at this moment.

The horse goes with him, and Mo Qianshang goes with his will.

Came to the center of the city, a piece of white onyx.

A man in a black robe stands in the center.

Pulling the reins, Mo Qianshang stopped in front of the man.

"You intercepted all the way, just for this moment?"

The man made a sharp voice and laughed.

"Now that you know, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid I won't come."

"Here's for you. We're not the guys up front."

Mo Qianshang glanced around, and three people also wearing black robes appeared in three directions, surrounding him.

"Four big Xiaoyao, what a great handwriting!"

"Mo Qianshang, I will borrow your head!"

Throwing off the black robe, revealing the scary faces of the four Bai Zhe.

It was the former four supervisors who walked out of the imperial mausoleum, Zhuo Luo, Zhuo Sen, Zhuo Xin, Zhuo Xian.

Perhaps it was because the imperial mausoleum was dark, or maybe the four of them were old, so their skin was not only white, but also dark.

The most impulsive Zhuoxian rushed to Mo Qianshang.

A soft palm shot out.

The palm strength is astonishing, and the power is restrained.

He is good at palming, and he knows that Mo Qianshang is in a very bad state, so he wants to be the first to go.

How could a person who was seriously injured and exhausted of internal energy survive under such a free hand like him.

With this kind of ridicule, he was very excited, and he cast a yin palm with [-]% of his palm strength. He wanted to watch Mo Qianshang die in pain.

However, he overlooked one point.

That is a trapped beast still fighting!
Mo Qianshang did not dodge, dodging would only consume his physical strength.

Others are waiting for work at leisure, and there are four people, how can he spend it.

Therefore, he chose to use the sword.

He didn't defend, nor did he intend to hide, but stabbed straight out.

This sword contained his strong killing intent.

Mo Qianshang chose the most tragic way of fighting, exchanging injuries for his life.

His sword pierced Zhuoxian's throat.

He is gambling, the other side is afraid of death!

Then he smiled, very happily.

Because Zhuoxian is really afraid of death.

Zhuoxian watched Mo Qianshang draw his sword, but he didn't care at first.

After all, there are no bells and whistles, nor any inner strength.

But then, his face showed horror, which turned into fear.

"No!"

He couldn't dodge this sword.

He saw a huge sword attacking in the air, locking him, and he had nowhere to hide.

Regret filled his body and mind.

He just came out of the imperial tomb, he just made a move, why did he die!He died!
A sword pierced through the throat.

The world's No. 1 swordsman, combined with the decisive sword intent, protects the body's internal strength in vain.

"You", clutching his throat, Zhuxian slowly fell down.

Zhuo Xian died in front of others.

"Pfft", Mo Qianshang spat out a mouthful of blood, and took a step back.

He was also hit by Zhuoxian's palm.

But Zhuoxian was scared in the end, so his injury was not as serious as imagined.

At this moment, blood stained his white clothes red, and his face was covered with frost. He looked around and whispered softly.

"Next, who?"

On the field.

in silence.

Zhuo Luo, Zhuo Xin, and Zhuo Sen were stunned and did not recover for a long time.

They never dreamed that a companion died as soon as they came out!
In other words, the difference between life and death!

Looking at the man in the arena who was spitting out blood and determined to kill, the three of them felt a chill in their hearts.

So ruthless, so desperate.

They came out of the imperial mausoleum to live a better life, but if they died, they would have nothing.

Thinking about it this way, the momentum reversed instantly.

The three of them stopped, hesitating.

They are not sure whether the person in front of them can strike another sword, after all, he is a sword master!
If he leaves, who will pick him up?
he goes?

Or is he going?

Send yourself to death and let others live in the world in style?
They can't because they are selfish people.

Eunuchs, there is a little less, so they will get more. Since they have lost so much, why are they so selfless?
Silence, fear, waiting, everyone wants to be a fisherman, but everyone is not a fool, how can they let others do what they want.

Therefore, Zhuo Xian did not rest in peace, his eyes were still wide open.

on the scene.

The three of them did not dare to step forward, nor did they dare to speak again.

Even Zhuo Xin, who said that he would borrow Mo Qianshang's head, remained silent.

Mo Qianshang looked around and saw the three people were timid, so he smiled.

"Since you dare not go up, then I will go."

No one answered, no one responded.

Mo Qianshang's mouth was mixed with blood, and he spit out a mouthful of liquid, whether it was blood or phlegm.

He got on his horse and walked forward to leave, just like that, under the fearful eyes of the three, he left the city that should have fallen.

Behind.

The three powerhouses in the Free and Unfettered Realm stood still in place, motionless.

Without the determination to fight, but want to take advantage of the fisherman's profit, after all, nothing.

After a while, the three of them looked at each other, silently took Zhuoxian's body away, and chose to leave, and they all kept silent about Zhuoxian's death.

Jianghu, people like them who like to play tricks and tricks, can leave.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a collection,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)