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Hu Yan turned around, took off his azure clothes, and changed into a violet robe. When he turned around again, he'd already changed his appearance. He had handsome features, a dignified appearance, and an outstanding bearing that far surpassed his previous appearance. He was indeed a handsome young man with an extraordinary bearing.
He cupped his hands and bowed to Hu Bugui, "I have long heard of Mister Hu's great name. I didn't think that our first meeting would be a farewell. My name is Mu Zixuan. Today I am a nobody, but in the future I will be the ruler of the world. "
It turned out that when 'Hu Yan' pressed on Hu Bugui's back, it was not to heal him, but to scatter the zhenqi that Hu Bugui had painstakingly gathered. Hu Bugui had no more energy left, and could only watch as the Peacock's Netherworld Incantation's evil zhenqi corroded his tendons and meridians. At this time, his face had regained some color, but it was actually the last radiance of a setting sun. Hu Bugui was not far from death.
Hu Bugui asked, "Since you are disguised as Hu Yan, is Hu Yan still alive? When did you replace him?"
"He, of course, is alive. I want to keep him alive to witness Hu Bugui's death under Gongzi Ling's Netherworld Incantation. As for when he was replaced? It was just yesterday. "
Yesterday.
Ying Feiyang held the letter and waited for the junior of 'Mo Yunzheng', but the young man in green did not say a word and moved aside to let him enter.
"How should I address you, brother? What is your relationship with senior Mo Yunzheng? " Ying Feiyang saw that the situation was silent and awkward, so he casually tried to find a topic to talk about. The man still turned a deaf ear and silently led the way. Ying Feiyang secretly cursed that Mo Yunzheng's junior was actually a taciturn gourd.
As soon as he entered the inner room, Ying Feiyang felt a gust of cold air hitting him in the face. The inside of the room was even colder than the outside which was covered with ice and snow. Just as he was shivering, the person leading the way suddenly turned around and attacked with a backhand palm.
The force of the palm was ruthless, stirring up a gust of chilly wind. Ying Feiyang didn't understand why this palm strike came so suddenly, but his thoughts turned and his sword was already unsheathed. With a flip of his hand, he brandished his sword and created three sword flowers that weaved into a dense sword net to protect his body.
"Brother, what do you mean? Is there a misunderstanding?" Ying Feiyang took the opportunity to ask.
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the azure-clothed young man, but he still didn't say a word. He withdrew his palm and changed it into a claw before attacking once more. Every move he made was ruthless and ferocious, and he didn't have the slightest intention of holding back.
That person's internal energy was originally above Ying Feiyang's. With his full strength, it didn't take him more than ten moves to suppress Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang's defense gradually revealed a flaw. That person seized the opportunity and his sharp claws pierced through the gaps of the sword net, grabbing directly at Ying Feiyang's hand that was holding the sword.
Ying Feiyang shouted in a deep voice and with a flip of his wrist, another sword flower appeared, mending the gaps of the sword net. Streaks of sword shadows seemed like they were going to mince the enemy's hand into pieces.
Just as that person's hand was about to be cut off, his eyes turned cold and the joints of his arm suddenly expanded by three times, turning into a beast's claw. The sharp claws immediately grasped Ying Feiyang's hand that was holding the sword, and the sword net was immediately broken.
Immediately after that, another hand also arrived and clasped Ying Feiyang's neck like an iron lock, pressing him against the wall. Ying Feiyang's breathing became tight and he couldn't even speak. After a while, his face turned red and he saw stars. He could only wait to be trampled on.
Ying Feiyang was young and short. The young man in green lifted Ying Feiyang up high and his eyes were at the same level as Ying Feiyang's. A burst of green light appeared in his eyes. For a moment, Ying Feiyang was in a trance, as if he was in a realm of darkness and nothingness.
Two green lamps guided him to the depths of his memory.
Under the gaze of the green light, Ying Feiyang's already congested head became even heavier, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Say △ Net
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At this time, a gust of wind from a palm struck, and the attacker instantly became the one being attacked. The young man in green retracted his claw that was clasping Ying Feiyang's arm. With a backhand, the two palms collided, but it was silent. And the person who collided with him was surprisingly a young man in purple robes.
The young man in purple robes smiled and hinted with his eyes, "Brother Hu Yan, his sword hasn't left his hand yet. It's not wise for you to let go of his hand that's holding the sword."
Needless to say, the young man in green robes was Hu Yan, and the young man in purple robes was Mu Zixuan.
As if to verify Mu Zixuan's words, Ying Feiyang, who was being held by the neck like a little chick, suddenly became spirited and dispelled the drowsiness in his mind. Then, a sword light burst out and slashed towards the arm that was clasping his throat.
Hu Yan hurriedly withdrew his hand. While he was distracted, Mu Zixuan's figure moved, and her five fingers pointed at Hu Yan's vital acupoints. She launched a sneak attack from the front and a pincer attack from the back. Hu Yan still couldn't control the "Bewitching Language", and he had just used the "Evil Eye". Under the great disparity, he was captured in one move and fell to the ground.
"Thank you for saving me. May I know your name?" Ying Feiyang had just caught his breath when he thanked her. But even though he said he was thanking her, he still held his sword tightly and was secretly on guard. After all, he had just escaped death, and the person in front of him had come out of nowhere. How could he not be on guard?
Mu Zixuan shook her head and smiled, "You don't put up any guard against the person who wants to harm you, but you're on guard against the person who saved you. No matter how I look at it, you don't look like the disciple of that person."
When Ying Feiyang heard the mockery in her words, he blushed at first. But when he heard the words "poor", his heart shivered, "Do you know my master? Please tell me your name, and I can explain it to my master. "
Mu Zixuan smiled again and said, "Name? Forget it, it's useless to tell you. You'll forget it soon anyway." As soon as she finished, she condensed her Qi into her finger and pointed it at Ying Feiyang. It was just a light finger, but it seemed to hide countless changes. Ying Feiyang felt that all the acupoints in his body were enveloped by the Qi of this finger, and he couldn't see clearly what was real or what was fake.
Ying Feiyang's eyes turned cold, and an ear-piercing sword whistled. The long sword actually turned into a long rainbow, ignoring the moves of fake and real, and pierced straight at him.
This move of Ying Feiyang's was in line with the essence of using speed to break through complexity, and using real to break through fake. No matter how the opponent's moves changed, the sword remained unmoved and pointed straight at Mu Zixuan's chest.
"Tearing the wind and splitting the clouds, it's really used well." Mu Zixuan praised, but she seemed to have already understood Ying Feiyang's swordplay. She retracted her finger and poked at the tip of the sword. The finger and the sword collided, and the sound of metal clashing was heard. Ying Feiyang only felt a force coming from the hilt of the sword, and it made his arm go numb. The long sword immediately fell from his hand.
The moment his hand fell, he felt a purple shadow flash, and when he turned around, his body stiffened. Unexpectedly, Mu Zixuan had also been restrained.
Just now, Hu Yan's palm came suddenly, and Ying Feiyang could still defend against it. But this time, even if he was fully alert, he still couldn't escape from this finger. Just from this one move, it could be seen that this person's strength was higher than Hu Yan's.
First to save, then to capture. Ying Feiyang was confused, and he cursed in his heart. However, Mu Zixuan opened her mouth again, and as if she was giving him advice, she said, "Just now when you were fighting with Hu Yan, you purposely showed weakness to lure him to attack. You don't have much experience in fighting, but it's really rare to have such flexibility. Unfortunately, with the difference in strength, this little bit of flexibility is not very useful. It's better for me to help you. "
After saying that, Mu Zixuan's finger moved like lightning, and poked at Ying Feiyang's body, causing Ying Feiyang's blood to surge, and his tendons and veins to feel pain as if they were being cut by knives. Ying Feiyang wanted to curse, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only use his eyes to stare fiercely at Mu Zixuan, as if he wanted to dig out a piece of flesh from his body.
Mu Zixuan's face turned cold, and she shouted, "What are you staring at? Watch me gouge out your eyes." After saying that, she poked at Ying Feiyang's eyes with her finger. Ying Feiyang wanted to dodge, but he couldn't even close his eyes. Seeing that his eyes were about to be gouged out, the finger stopped an inch away from his eyes.
A condensed black gas shot out from her finger, and went straight to Ying Feiyang's pupils. Ying Feiyang's vision was instantly covered by the black gas, and in the black gas, there was a small white person, who was performing a seemingly familiar sword art. Ying Feiyang's mind was instantly fascinated by the sword art, and he forgot that he was in a dangerous situation.
But he heard Mu Zixuan say, "I once swore that I would never use the sword art he taught me, but one day, I was seized with a sudden impulse, and took the essence of the 'Wind and Cloud Slashing Sword Art', and turned it into a single art. I created this art, but I can't use it, and it's really uncomfortable. Today, I might as well teach this art to you, so that my efforts in creating this art will not be in vain."
Mu Zixuan dispersed the gas and withdrew her finger, but Ying Feiyang was still obsessed, the complex sword art was still replaying in his mind, and there were flashes of sword light in his eyes.
But he vaguely heard Mu Zixuan say, "The sudden change of a person's heart is like the change of the wind and clouds, the deep affection of old friends can also change in an instant. No matter how amazing your cultivation is, or how peerless your skills are, it's impossible to guard against it. Let's call this art 'Don't Know the Change of the Wind and Clouds in an Instant'. Today you're just a chess piece in someone else's hand, but one day, the wind and clouds of the world will change because of you. " As she spoke, Mu Zixuan used one hand to touch Ying Feiyang's eyelids and hid the light in his eyes. Ying Feiyang had actually fallen asleep.
"I'll leave the rest to you, Youning," Mu Zixuan said to the masked woman who had appeared out of nowhere.
-Now
After Mu Zixuan recounted yesterday's situation in detail, he said with a smile, "Mister might be confused by such a confusing story. I've bought some wine, so I'll use the wine as an introduction to discuss this game with Senior. “
Hu Bugui also let out a chuckle and said, "Because of drinking, I lost my mind and my character, normally I don't drink even a drop of wine. But I have miscalculated and am about to die, so I don't have to worry too much. My mourning wine, to be able to be drunk while still alive, must have a special flavor. “
Seeing how calm Hu Bugui was, Mu Zixuan also praised, "Good, Mister is indeed extraordinary! “
Then she brought over a stove and wine, and placed a small delicate pot on top of the stove. She poured all the wine into the pot. Not long after, the wine bubbled like white waves, and the fragrance of the wine also rose. Mu Zixuan took a porcelain spoon and scooped the boiling wine into Hu Bugui's cup. She asked, "In this short period of time, how much of my plan has Mister figured out?" “
Hu Bugui raised his wine cup and said, "I'm seventy percent clear, but there are still thirty percent doubts."
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