A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Mu Yu slowly took hold of his sword. He didn't use the sword in the first five matches, and he didn't need it, because those people were too careless and didn't need to pull the sword. He remembered the deacon, the sad fate of the grey disciple, he wanted to do something.

"Boy, I have to humiliate you!" Xiaohu did not relax his vigilance because the other party was in the Qi period. He unabashedly released his cultivation practice in the foundation period, and wanted to use his spiritual fluctuations to make Muyu Feeling palpitations and even despair.

Xiao Hu's Cangsong sword directly splits against Mu Yu with a strong breath. He has a poisonous smile on the corner of his mouth. He doesn't want to solve Mu Yu so easily. He must first hurt Mu Yu, and then step on him to let him know The real gap between gray disciples and genius!

Mu Yu's body galloped, and the footfall made him disappear almost instantly. The swords of the two intertwined in the air. With a sonorous sound, a spiritual force swayed around the sword, and the two retreated.

"Aren't you a period of Qi training?" Xiaohu looked at Mu Yu's rising breath in shock, and the shock in his heart couldn't be added! He thought that his sword must be blocked by the opponent and he was repelled. How could this be possible?

"What? Isn't this kid from the Dust Dust School a period of practice?"

"Did he use any black magic, how did he suddenly change from the Qi training period to the foundation period?"

"His cultivation practice seems to be higher than that of Xiaohu, and he must have used a crooked evil way."

"Don't worry! Xiaohu has a Cangsong sword. Cangsong sword is famous for its awe-inspiring righteousness. Isn't the crooked door evil Tao's opponent!"

Everyone on the stage was surprised by the sudden rise of Muyu's breath. They agreed that Muyu used the evil way of the door to forcibly improve his cultivation. Only in this way could it be explained.

"I really underestimate you. I don't know how long you can continue to promote cultivation as a means of doing this? My sword has been defeated even by those who built the five heavens!"

Xiao Hu sneered, a simple atmosphere spread from his sword, his whole person's momentum was not lower than Mu Yu. This sword is cast by Qingsong Taoist with superior materials. It is extremely spiritual, solid and heavy, with the simplicity and vastness of the old pine tree, the sword energy is integrated with its own spiritual strength, and the spiritual energy is the source. As a guide, it touches the surrounding aura and turns it into its own use.

"Cang Song chasing the wind and singing."

The Cangsong sword trembled softly, and Xiaohu's fingers and shadows interlaced, pulling the sword gas, forming a sword shape above it, revealing a trace of vicissitudes, as if the ancient pine became a phantom, and went towards Muyu with endless tension.

The blue light exploded, and the flying sword in Muyu's hands was divided into two, each of which evolved into nine types of falling dust, cascading waves, and the invisible fluctuations were mediated by sword shadows, such as the source of sparks, rising with the wind, rolling up the sword of peace. Anger, moving in silence, restrained but not arrogant.

The two swords violently collided together, shattered the fallen leaves flying in the air, turning them into dust and drifting down. Mu Yu has stepped forward, and the shadow sword in his hand flashes lightly like the running water.

Sword vigorous, the figures of the two intertwined, and in an instant they could not recognize who was who. The tiger was more and more frightened, and outsiders saw his majestic sword and prevailed. Only he knew that Muyu's swordsmanship was extremely dexterous and free and easy, as if he were fighting with the two Muyu, he was just tired. Cope with it.

"Horan Righteousness Technique"

The spirit of Xiaohu's sword body shocked him, temporarily repelling Mu Yu. The Cangsong sword was spinning in front, and a mighty righteousness was swept away from the sword body, just like Confucianism, the righteousness lasted for a long time, and it was a panic. The majestic breath shone down and forced Muyu.

"This is the Qingran School's awe-inspiring formula. It is said that the Qingsong Taoist was founded on the Confucianism. With the help of Confucianism's awe-inspiring integrity, its power cannot be underestimated!"

"Is this kid of the dusty school afraid that it will be over?"

Mu Yu stared at the breath, the shadow sword had been turned into four, and rushed to meet in a sudden surge, and with the right way, a loud roar, attracted all the attention of everyone. Suddenly, there was smoke and dust on the ring, and the cracks were all over the place.

Muyu retreated to the edge of the ring, and he fell out of the ring with only a line. The power of the Cangsong sword combined with Haoran's righteousness was so great that he could hardly take it off. He swallowed the blood in his throat with the shock of his body, and there was only one shadow sword in his hand. .

Xiaohu stood breathlessly, which was not his own strength, but the index of the Cangsong sword, which triggered the spirit of heaven and earth to be used for it, and the consumption of his spiritual power was extremely huge. When he saw Mu Yu still standing on the ring, his face pulled down.

"Master said, treating people with courtesy and treating people with faith is the way of Confucianism and Confucianism. Your heart is high and arrogant, no one is in your eyes, and you are ruthlessly cruel to others. How can you be right?

Muyu looked at Xiao Hu, his heart was righteous, and his heart was righteous. The little tiger pretentiously regards his gray disciple’s life as a mustard, and even forced the deacon to perish to death. He was unsteady and unsteady, unable to resonate with Haoran Zhengqi's tactics. He was indifferent to reality and could not get the essence of this swordsmanship. .

"How to talk about a strong bow crossbow? Talent and cultivation are the most important!" Xiaohu raised the Cangsong sword in his hand, and a shadow of loosing was looming behind him. The spiritual power of his body began to mobilize, and gathered towards the Cangsong sword. The aura around him was restless again.

"Falling dust swordsmanship, nine swords with one sword, nine shadows with one step. One heart, one body with nine shadows."

Muyu meditated on what Master had told him, and he never understood what was right, what was right, and what was called Nine Shadows and Nine Styles. Master once laughed and said nothing, letting him try to figure out in life. Nowadays, Xiaohu uses the sword of righteousness with his unhealthy heart, and his power is inexhaustible. He suddenly understands that the so-called righteousness is an attitude towards one thing, and being righteous is acting with his own heart. The method of falling dust lies not only in body method, but also in mind method. No regrets, the body will be stable, the shadow will be divided.

The split shadow sword turned into two, and began to evolve, but Muyu stepped on the pace of falling dust, and the body's mystery flashed. In the eyes of everyone's consternation, two wooden feathers suddenly appeared on the ring, and each wooden feather held its own. A fractal sword is indescribable, like a phantom, but extremely real. The essence of falling dust footwork is that the body and the shadow are separated, and the sword style gives the shadow to each one.

Feng Haochen looked at Mu Yu with admiration in his eyes, and he nodded slightly. Whether it is swordsmanship, mentality, or pace, you need to understand yourself. What he taught to his disciples was only form, and Yi needed to guide them to explore for themselves. Whether Mu Yu is skillful in falling dust swordsmanship or falling dust, his application is already proficient, but he lacks experience and cannot combine the two.

The accusation was also extremely unexpected. He smiled: "Mu Yu realized this so quickly, and it is indeed suitable for monasticism. Now he can only do two shadows and two forms. I wonder if he will quickly reach the nine shadows and nine forms?"

Feng Haochen said softly, "Let's see his savvy! The way of falling dust has nothing to do with cultivation, only understanding. Xiang Nan and Lan Ling'er can only differentiate two swords, and he has been able to differentiate four swords. , May soon catch up with you."

Cheng Yan nodded: "I also want to know the power of Nine Shadows and Nine Styles!"

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Xiao Hu didn't know why two Muyu suddenly appeared in the field, and the others were also wondering. They had never seen a person can divide the two before. What kind of strange art is this, or what is the evil way? No one dared to make a conclusion for a while, because the two wooden feathers did not weaken, but became more and more tyrannical, and the breath became more and more stable.

"Pretend to be a ghost and die!"

Xiao Hu shouted, and Gusong's shadow suddenly shook behind him, turning into a little broken shadow, and merged into the Cangsong sword. For a time, the Cangsong sword was shocked, and everyone around him was forced to retreat. The Cangsong sword seemed to be the focus of the world. All the spiritual power was converging towards the Cangsong sword, and gradually formed a vast and mighty sword qi, which kept accumulating. In the end, the tiger could hardly maintain this sword qi, he directly With one wave, the awe-inspiring sword gas swept toward Muyu like a ruin.

"Mysterious Thunder"

The eighth type of falling dust swordsmanship, Xuan Cang fell thunder. Dao produces everything, and Lei palms its principles.

The spiritual power in the air was agitated, and the aura seemed to be squeezing each other, and the blue sparks flashed out. The surrounding Auras were disordered and torn away, and then the Auras turned into a cloud of spirits, which turned lightning. The breath becomes dull and makes people breathe hard. One of Muyu's shadows stood up and led to the thunder with sword energy. The shadow sword in the other shadow's hand had already flashed thunder and thunder, while Muyu was not subject to thunder and lightning, and brought a pure thunder spirit to meet the sword of Xiaohu. gas.

Lei palm criminal law, through the world's unjust spirit.

For a time, the tiger's awe-inspiring sword gas passed away like snow and ice. The sword gas was washed away by the violent thunder spirit, and the sword gas turned into his own, and then the thunder spirit more vigorously split towards the tiger.

There was a blank in Xiaohu's head, he didn't understand why his Cangsong sword suddenly broke away from his control, why his own mighty sword gas disappeared in a blink of an eye, he only saw a sudden thunder and lightning under the blue sky slash toward him, and he There is not even a chance to dodge.

"Qingsong faction admits defeat."

When Lei Ling was about to hit the tiger, the surrounding space was rippling, and then Lei Ling turned around and blasted towards the ground, smashing the ring, and a deep pit appeared on the ring.

Bai Lang had an overwhelmed little tiger in his hand, and fell under the ring. His face was calm, but he looked at Muyu thoughtfully. He rescued the little tiger just now. If not, the little tiger is likely to suffer. Irreversible trauma.

"No, no, I didn't lose! How could I lose to a waste? It's impossible--" Xiaohu murmured, his eyes staring at Muyu in disbelief, couldn't believe everything in front of him. UU reading www.uukanshu. com he lost? Did he lose as the arrogant of the Qingsong school? Lost to a grey disciple, lost to a disciples!

"Shut up." Bai Lang yelled, Xiaohu no longer said anything, he buried his head, and endless shame flooded his heart. He thought Muyu was a waste at the beginning, and he was humiliated and full of waste, but he lost to a waste!

Muyu had already merged into one, and slowly landed on the ring. Cangsong sword lay quietly on the ground, still so simple and dignified. Taking advantage of external power to succeed is not the way to win. With a Cangsong sword, Xiaohu defeated people who were higher than him, but the external force was uncontrollable. His failure was inevitable.

Everyone looked at it all inconceivably. Muyu defeated the young tiger of the Qingsong School, the little tiger known as the inheritance of the Qingsong School. The sturdy ring is fragmented. The ring built specifically for disciples in the foundation period cannot be destroyed like this unless it is the strength of the Jindan period, but a thunderstorm caused by that young man has such power?

Everyone looked at Mu Yu on the stage, and it was difficult to calm down for a while. They still didn't believe the facts in front of them. The disciples sent disciples, are they so strong?

"Xiaohu lost?"

"Luochen faction won?"

Many people shook their heads, thinking it was an illusion, but no matter how they shook, the young man was always standing on the ring, the young man from the bottom school who made people laugh!

Mu Yu won, and Bai Lang intervened in the contest, and no one dared to say anything.

"Brother Bailang, in the foundation stage competition, according to the rules of the Jindan stage master, can't you interfere?" Mu Yu saluted Bailang before asking.

Everyone was stunned again, Mu Yu, a small disciple who built the foundation period. It was a fluke to win at this moment. How dare he dare to push his nose on his face?