Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Mu Ciling gave Lei Wujie a cold look, and asked, "Then what's your name?"

"My name is Ni Baba." Lei Wujie gripped the hilt of Shuihan Sword tightly, smiling strangely.

"Hmph, another one who will die when he comes out." Mu Ciling suddenly came to his senses just as he wrote these three words.

Can't help being furious: "Your grandfather, how dare you entertain me!"

In anger, he jumped up and slapped Lei Wujie with his palm, vowing to smash him to pieces in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Lei Wujie sucked it in with his big hand, and Qiu Lubai, who was on top of several sets, fell beside him, and then threw them all at Mu Ciling, with a regretful expression on his face.

"It's a pity for these fine wines."

As Mu Ciling crushed all the fine wine of the past few days, the wine poured down on the ground like rain.

"Yi Shuihan!" Lei Wujie unsheathed the Shuihan sword in his hand, and the drinks turned into blue ice lotus flowers, blooming one after another, the number was twice as large as when he was fighting against Jinwei that day.

Even though he was an opponent, Mu Ciling had to admit that Lei Wujie's ice-type swordsmanship was the highest he had ever met.

As the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, both Sikong Qianluo and Yueyao felt a chill, and hurried to the second floor, but Mu Ciling had no intention of stopping them.

"Your Frost Cold Sword Qi is far better than Su Jinhui, and I'm afraid it's not far behind the rumored Xueyue Sword Immortal. It's a pity."

Mu Ciling admired a few words, and raised his palm surrounded by red true energy: "It has no effect on me."

With one big hand, all the tables and chairs in Diaolou Xiaozhu and Liu Sandao's big knife floated into the sky, and even Sikong Qianluo's silver moon gun flew away. Fortunately, the Yuanhong sword on his waist was not affected .

"I heard that Su Muyu you know has a move called Eighteen Sword Formation, so how does my move compare to him?"

Mu Ciling laughed, and pressed his hands down.

Those seats and weapons fell around Lei Wujie, crushing the ice lotuses and forming a killing net.

Sikong Qianluo covered her cherry lips, she was so shocked that Mu Ciling broke Yi Shuihan's battle so easily.

"Oops, Xiao Jie is in danger."

She just wanted to rush down to help, but was stopped by Yueyao, who snarled towards Lei Wujie.

"Qianluo, don't worry, look at Dahei's calm look, he must have a trick."

"Sister Yueyao understands me." Their voices were serious, and Lei Wujie could naturally hear them.

With a wave of the sword in his hand, the shattered ice lotus turned into ice crystals and flew into the sky, and then attacked the weapon of the lore net.

He knew that the "Snow Burial in the World" move was too destructive. After all, his cultivation base was lower than that of Mu Ciling. If he directly attacked Mu Ciling, he would be easily dispelled, so it was best to use it to crack the lore net.

"Boy, it's interesting!" With an excited smile, Mu Ciling rushed towards Lei Wujie like an arrow off the string.

Lei Wujie also held the Shuihan Sword, leaping into the air several times in a row, spinning and slashing horizontally, flipping up and down, hitting Mu Ciling so hard that he couldn't catch him.

But it was only a small cut on Mu Ciling's sleeve. After he got used to Lei Wujie's style, he became more and more comfortable after several fights.

Lei Wujie frowned, ignited a flame in his left hand, cooperated with Shuihanjian to perform the two moves of "Take off the sword and cross your knees, kill one person in ten steps", and then forced Mu Ciling back.

"I said boy, the weapon in your hand is obviously a sword, not a knife, so why are most of your moves all horizontal cuts?"

Mu Ciling sneered, the red energy in his hand was getting stronger and stronger, enveloping him completely.

Most of the melee swordsmanship that Lei Wujie knows is the horizontal swordsmanship taught by Wei Zhuang, so naturally he cannot disclose it to the outside world.

"My name is Da Dao Zhi Jian, and I specialize in all kinds of bells and whistles!"

"It's gaudy, isn't it?" Mu Ciling made a playful smile, and attacked again.

The two fought a few more moves, and Lei Wujie's face changed drastically, because he felt that his internal strength and sword energy were being absorbed by Mu Ciling's Yan Demon Palm little by little, and he would undoubtedly lose if he continued like this.

Immediately, he jumped to the second floor and retracted the Shuihan sword into its scabbard.

"This guy's Yan Mo's palm is a bit tricky. The bloody handprint of a skeleton is not very safe. Let's use the yin and yang handprint."

Lei Wujie quickly thought of a solution in his mind, quickly formed a seal with his hands, and a Tai Chi-shaped red and black ball appeared in front of him.

Pushing forward with both palms, fireballs and red marks all over the sky attacked Mu Ciling.

"Good time!" Mu Ciling thought it was ordinary palm strength, so he used Yan Mo's palm to catch it hard.

It's just that after he connected dozens of tricks, he realized that something was wrong. When he looked down, some red ripples appeared on his palm, indicating that there was something wrong with the circulation of his true energy.

"Damn it! You must have used some weird method."

Mu Ciling didn't know much about the yin and yang curse seals, and was worried about something wrong with his body, so he cursed secretly and fled in embarrassment.

"I said son, Dad hasn't finished punishing him yet, why are you running so fast?" Lei Wujie laughed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the stool next to him, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"As expected of a master who has trained Yan Mozhang to the ninth floor, it is really difficult to deal with."

In the original book, the three Patriarchs of the Anhe River joined hands to force Mu Ciling to stay, but just now I heard him scold 'Yi Laogou', it seems that Yi Bu let him out.

That's right, Ibu practiced the Jueyin Rakshasa Kung Fu, perfectly restrained his Yan Mo palm, and promised him some benefits, so he did things for Ibu.

Fortunately, I have practiced yin and yang spells, which can also play a role in restraining Yan Mo's palm, otherwise I would be in danger today.

"Little Jie, are you alright?" Sikong Qianluo sat opposite Lei Wujie and asked with concern.

Lei Wujie waved his hands and smiled: "It's okay, it's just that the true energy is consumed heavily, there's nothing serious."

Sikong Qianluo didn't dare to look at Liu Sandao's corpse, and he still has lingering fears about Mu Ciling's violent madness.

"This guy seems to use martial arts similar to Su Changhe's?"

"That's right, he is a taboo person from Underworld, who was released by Ibu."

"Of course, they are not mainly targeting us, but Bai Wang." Lei Wujie explained in detail.

Yi Bu belonged to Xiao Yu's faction, so naturally he couldn't just sit back and watch Xiao Chong recruit powerful people from the Jianghu, and make things difficult for his future.

Lei Wujie opened the secret letter for a look, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Xiaojie (Dahei), what happened?" Sikong Qianluo and Yueyao asked at the same time.

"It's a bit strange." A trace of doubt flashed in Lei Wujie's eyes, "Among the people invited by King Bai, there was neither Xiao Yu nor Xiao Se, but they harmed his blind Xiao Yong."

"Also, in the list of Jianghu figures invited this time, there are Tangmen who have defected to Xishu, but they don't have Wushuangcheng, their cronies."

"The strangest thing is, why did he take the initiative to show me these lists?"

"Of course there are ulterior motives." Suddenly a soft female voice sounded from above.

Lei Wujie looked up and saw that Mu Yumo was dressed in purple, sitting by the guardrail on the second floor of the inn, swaying his slender legs gently, with a playful smile, looking down at everyone.