Ji Yaoyue did not say a word and quietly walked back to First Madame Gong Sun. First Madame Gong Sun sighed and raised her voice, "Thank you, Young Master Peacock, for letting us go. Our business is over, please go ahead."
"Oh, so simple?" First Madame Gongsun and the God of Swords came together, but only to ask for a knife from a little girl. The onlookers were fine, but even Young Master Peacock felt that it was all bark and no bite.
"It's not simple." First Madame Gong Sun shook her head with a smile and said no more.
"Indeed, something that looks simple always has a complicated story behind it …" Young Master Ling stopped asking and turned to Mu Zixuan, "It's not my style to get to the bottom of it. I'll give you three palms and bury the story of the past, how about that?"
Back then, Hu Bugui's death was blamed on Young Master Ling. Young Master Ling knew that he was set up and took the blame for no reason, but he did not know who the mastermind was.
Until recently, he heard rumors in Jianghu that Hu Bugui's death was Mu Zixuan's doing. Young Master Peacock naturally would not let go of this opportunity to find out the truth, so he paid a visit to Si Tiantai. In his previous words, Mu Zixuan also admitted what happened back then.
But Young Master Ling was arrogant and wanted to save face. He did not want to say that he was used by Mu Zixuan, so he said it in a roundabout way.
Mu Zixuan knew what he meant. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to suppress the excitement in her heart. Young Master Ling was a great demon. Although he did not limit himself to three palms, there were not many in the world who could take three palms from him. The risk was unpredictable, and a little carelessness could lead to death.
He could show off his tongue and force Young Master Ling to make a move. He could also cause trouble and shift the blame to others. He could even bargain and let Young Master Ling change the terms.
But when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were shining brightly, and his fighting spirit soared. "Young Master, please give me your palms!"
The path of the Zi Wei Star Brilliance couldn't only rely on tricks. Mu Zixuan didn't run or hide. She vowed to use these three palm strikes as the beginning and let the name of Mu Zixuan shake the world!
Even Ying Feiyang shifted his gaze from Ji Yaoyue to Mu Zixuan. She was amazed by Senior Brother's different style of doing things.
"Nice!" Sensing the overwhelming fighting spirit, Gongzi Ling sighed in admiration. With a wave of his hand, an earth-shattering first palm strike flew out!
The rainbow-colored clouds transformed into a large hand that covered the sky as it descended. Its momentum was like the collapse of Mount Meru, as if the entire sky was covered by this palm. Before the palm even arrived, the majestic and heavy palm wind had already pressed down on the faces of the spectators to the point that their faces were ashen. Their legs actually felt like lead as they knelt down.
Even though Ying Feiyang did not fall, he still felt pressured. He recalled how he had attacked Gongzi Ling with his sword when he was still young. Only now did he realize how ignorant and fearless he was at that time. Now, the higher his cultivation, the more he realized how unreachable the Great Demon King was!
Mu Zixuan, who was in the center of the storm, stood tall and unmoving like Mount Tai. Her vital energy flowed like an abyss and her body was full of stars. The instant the giant palm closed in, he suddenly let out a light shout, both hands moving forward, like turning the heavenly pivot, like holding a pearl, a black circle of energy as dark as the night revolved in the center of his palms, it was the self-created move of the Crepe Myrtle Seven Transformations "Black Ruins Roar"!
But the ball-sized circle of energy was like a whale sucking in water. The palm of cloud energy was sucked into the circle of energy. Everyone felt the pressure on their heads lighten and straightened their backs.
The move "Black Ruins Roar" was created by Mu Zixuan by imitating the theory of the "Black Ruins" swallowing the sun, moon, and stars. The energy was like the void and could contain all things. But Gongzi Ling's palm was … the void could not withstand it!
Mu Zixuan's inner breath suddenly surged and a sweet taste rose in her throat. The black circle of energy shattered like a pearl and colorful energy seeped out from the crack.
Right when Mu Zixuan found it difficult to hold on, the vast and boundless second palm strike had already arrived with a bang.
Mu Zixuan let out a long roar and pushed her hands. The black circle of energy flowed like a nebula and flew out to meet the second palm strike. Mu Zixuan put his palms together like an old monk worshipping Buddha. "Pa!" There was a crisp sound of a slap.
It was a light slap but it caused a world-shaking roar. After the slap, there was a sound that seemed to split the heavens and the earth. The spinning circle of energy seemed to have been compressed and exploded by Mu Zixuan. It suddenly exploded and the sound was so deafening that it almost made people's eardrums explode. The explosion formed a raging vortex of air that swept in all directions. The spectators who had straightened their backs couldn't stand steadily under the air flow and were sent flying.
This move was the "Nebula Explosion" of the Seven Transformations of Crepe Myrtle. This move imitated the power of the nebula explosion and triggered the remaining power of Gongzi Ling's first palm strike to explode. Under the overlapping power, the power was multiplied. With a loud explosion, it actually canceled out Gongzi Ling's second palm strike. However, Mu Zixuan couldn't withstand the impact of the air flow and couldn't help but take three steps back.
"Good catch! The third palm strike! " Without giving Mu Zixuan a chance to take a breather, the third palm strike was coming. However, after the two palms collided, Mu Zixuan already had a measure of Gongzi Ling's strength. For the last move, there was no need to hold back.
However, when the palm energy was about to reach him, he used the mysterious steps to move back and kept a distance of three feet from the palm energy.
His hands were moving quickly, pointing, pushing, moving, transforming and separating. As he retreated, he would release the force to the surroundings. Fortunately, there was no one around. Otherwise, even a small amount of air flow that was diverted would be enough to break the tendons and bones of those with low cultivation. The move he used was the "Constellation Shift" of the Seven Transformations of Crepe Myrtle.
After retreating seven steps, there was still half of the palm energy left. Mu Zixuan raised her internal Qi again and her feet were firmly planted on the ground. She didn't move and shouted, "Don't accept all the gifts. Return half a palm strike as a return gift!"
Mu Zixuan lifted her shoulders and moved her elbows, using her strength like a bow. With one stroke and one push, the palm energy that hadn't dissipated in time and her internal Qi from the Crepe Myrtle Myrtle Heavenly Incantation were mixed into one. As Mu Zixuan's palms shot out, it turned into a meteor that went against the sky and attacked Gongzi Ling with an unparalleled power.
"How dare you!" Qin Feng, who was accompanying her, raised her eyebrows and was about to step forward. Gongzi Ling said, "It's okay!"
Since Gongzi Ling arrived, he stood up from his seat for the first time. He waved his sleeves and the seven-colored rays of light flashed and extinguished. The palm energy that was about to reach him was sent flying into the sky, piercing through the layers of clouds and disappearing from sight. This wave also used the martial art of diverting the force, but it was even more casual than Mu Zixuan's.
After the three palms, the wind disappeared and the clouds calmed down. The whole place was silent. After a moment, there was a thunderous cheer. "Good!"
Following that, the cheers were earth-shattering and earth-shattering!
Taking three palms from Gongzi Ling without any tricks, even though he was in a disadvantageous position, he didn't look like he was going to lose. Even among the elders present, how many people could do it? But Mu Zixuan, a young man in his twenties, did it. How shocking was this!
Now he had such a cultivation base, plus his previous words, it proved that Hu Bugui was indeed killed by him … In the tide of cheers, people looked at Mu Zixuan, who was standing with his hands behind his back, as if they could see a mountain rising from the ground under his feet, sending him up to the sky, layer by layer. In a few years, he would stand at the peak that people couldn't see and could only look up to!
Looking at the disciples of Si Tiantai and those who had been helped by Mu Zixuan, Spiritual Master Qing Yue, Lu Zhenwu, and Shang Ying from the Ling Xiao Sword School looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. Except for Spiritual Master Qing Yue, Shang Ying and Lu Zhenwu couldn't help but ask themselves, if it was them, could they take three palms from Gongzi Ling without showing any signs of losing? The answer was, the more they thought about it, the colder they felt.
Ying Feiyang squeezed the hilt of his sword as if he was going to squeeze water out of it. "Seven years, he is seven years older than me. Can I catch up to him in seven years?"
"What a good Mu Zixuan! This Young Master will remember you!" Young Master Ling let out a long and clear laugh, suppressing the clamor of the crowd.
"Gongzi's gift is really heavy. I thank you!" Mu Zixuan cupped his hands. Gongzi Ling said before that if he could take it, it would be a gift. Now it seemed that he was right. Since ancient times, wealth came from danger. After three palms, his reputation was unparalleled. To him, it was indeed a big gift.
"Ha, next time it should be heavier. Since the gift is here, you don't have to drink anymore. I will go now! Lady Gongsun, would you like to stay at Jinxiu Mountain Villa for a few days and let me treat you well? It would be good to see Lady Gongsun sing and dance again. Oh, you can bring the old sword slave with you. "
Gongsun Lan bowed and said, "Thank you, Gongzi, for your kindness. I am still in the spring break, so I will take a break from singing and dancing. I will only travel around the Heavenly Sword Peak. If Gongzi is willing, next month, the Twelve Red Pavilions will welcome you."
"Heavenly Sword Peak again? Every year, Lady Gongsun will never get tired of the scenery of the Heavenly Sword Peak … "Gongzi Ling teased.
The singing and dancing of the Twelve Red Pavilions were always the busiest in the first month of the new year. After the first month, First Madame Gongsun would close the place for twenty days, allowing the dancers and servants like Yu Wenfeng to go home to visit their families. Every year, she would stay at the Heavenly Sword Peak where Yu Wenfeng lived for half a month. The meaning of this was self-evident.
"If Gongzi is interested in the scenery of the Heavenly Sword Peak, you are always welcome." First Madame Gongsun, who was used to romance, would naturally not be helpless against Gongzi Ling's teasing.
"Alright, Lady Gongsun, you are welcome, but the sword formation at the foot of the mountain does not welcome you. It is better for me to return to Jinxiu Mountain Villa. I will take my leave first!" Gongzi Ling said and waved goodbye. The colorful cloud carried him away.
"Yu Wenfeng, we should go too." After First Madame Gongsun saw Gongzi Ling leave, she turned around and said to Yu Wenfeng. But behind her, there was no sign of Yu Wenfeng …
Everyone was still discussing the battle of the three palms. Suddenly, coldness filled the air and the sound of swords hummed. Everyone stopped their discussion.
Ying Feiyang held down the restless Star Ji Sword that was about to be unsheathed. He felt something and turned around to see —
Long swords shining with cold light uncontrollably flew out of the sheaths from the hands of the people present. With a 'ding ding' sound like rain, the swords fell to the ground in two rows. The bodies of the swords bent at the same time, as if they were in a line to greet the Emperor.
And within the row of swords, an old man stepped forward. Just a moment ago, he was a dull and dull old servant. But now, he was already a god amongst swords. With every step he took, ten thousand swords hummed. And at the end of the path, was Mu Zixuan.
The cold sword light shone, and the temperature seemed to drop to a freezing point. Yu Wenfeng walked to Mu Zixuan, but his voice was even colder than the sword light.
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