There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

The masters of the Central Plains martial arts and the Moon Soul Cultists who were eager to fight each other, completely forgot their original thoughts at this moment, and they couldn't even move their bodies. They could only open their eyes wide and watch the horror unfolding in front of them. World War I.

Those with low skills could not even see the moves of those two people clearly at all. They could only feel that their figures filled the entire Feiquangou in an instant.

And the turbulent palm wind and sword energy made them unsteady when they got closer, so after the initial shock passed, many people had to move quietly and retreated to a place far away from the center of the battle.

But the line of sight is still reluctant to deviate for a moment. After all, the scene of two such powerful masters duel will last their entire lives, and they may not be able to witness it with their own eyes again.

Those with deeper skills were all focused on the decisive battle between Yue Wuque and Murong Xuefei.

Although I still can't clearly see every detail of every move and every style, the Xue Mu Hong Claws that I occasionally glimpsed are all unheard of and unseen advanced martial arts. Even if I had a little contempt for Murong Xuefei before, now At this time, they all went away, and only then did they know that the third son of the Murong family, who was not well-known, was actually a rare martial art genius in a hundred years.

Yue Wuque and Murong Xuefei, who were in it, felt even more complicated.

Although the two had discussed each other many times before, they were only tentative at that time. Neither of them tried their best. Naturally, they didn't have the tension and oppressive feeling when they were really fighting to the death.

Now they have all made their own choices, no matter whether they still miss something in their hearts or not, at least they have said "no regrets".

Since you don't regret it, you can only go all out to prove that the path you have chosen is not wrong.

Murong Xuefei only felt that Yue Wuque's palm wind seemed to be everywhere, completely engulfing himself in it, he didn't even have time to distract himself from looking at the situation around him, he could only concentrate on observing the opponent's attack, and then tried every means to resolve it.

At first, various scenes from the time when he and Yue Wuque got along flashed in his mind from time to time, but as the moves of the two sides became more and more subtle and treacherous, the pressure he felt was also increasing, forcing him to move everything together. Focus on the enemy.

Then, the hearty feeling of meeting the opponent became stronger and stronger. No one had ever been able to force him to use all his strength to deal with it carefully.

Whenever he saw that the other party was able to use his unexpected moves to defuse his ultimate move at a critical moment, what Murong Xuefei felt was not the regret of not being able to defeat the other party, but an indescribable joy and appreciation.

I always feel that if I can fight to my heart's content with such an opponent, even if I die immediately, I will have no regrets or complaints.

Yue Wuque also had the same thought in his heart.

In the end, the moves used by the two were almost not directed by the mind, but completely followed the instinct of the body, and the mind moved at will, more and more anticipating the enemy's opportunity and unexpected.

What is the first move?

Murong Xuefei had absolutely no related concepts in his heart, he and Yue Wuque only had each other's existence in front of him, and he had lost interest in everything else around him.

Although the presence of other people and things cannot be sensed, if anyone dares to join their battle at this time, they will only be smashed to pieces by the palm wind and sword energy in the first instant. time, a natural defensive response.

That set of peerless swordsmanship taught to Murong Xuefei by that strange man in the deep valley back then, now finally has the opportunity to fully display its power.

Gradually, Murong Xuefei could hardly tell whether he was manipulating the soft sword in his hand, or the magical sword was manipulating him.

It's just that he couldn't stop his movements, the more fierce Yue Wuque's counterattack was, the harder it was to dodge the subsequent sword move.

This set of swordsmanship seems to have the power to be strong when you meet the strong. The more equal your opponent is, the more you can use the power of the sword move to the extreme.

So in the end, when the move of "Storm Change" that seemed to be carried by the wind and thunder was performed, Murong Xuefei didn't realize what he had done in the first place.

By the time he reacted, he was already half a beat behind. This is a decisive move that will require blood once it is used. If you want to forcibly close the momentum, you have to risk the risk of being eaten back by the sword move.

Murong Xuefei wasn't afraid of death, but if he couldn't stop Yue Wuque, he could imagine that today's Qingcheng Mountain would inevitably repeat the tragedy that happened in Nantian Mountain, and his two older sisters were also in it.

In terms of emotion and reason, he couldn't stop.

What the weirdo said back then unknowingly lingered in my ears: "Don't use this trick unless it is absolutely necessary. If you really use it, don't regret it."

Yes, on my shoulders, I shoulder the important task of saving the Central Plains martial arts from danger, and bear the ardent hopes of my two sisters. At this moment, there is no way I can retreat.

Murong Xuefei clenched his teeth, and the sword finally thrust out without hesitation.

Obviously it was only an instant of time, but in his eyes, it seemed as long as crossing the boundary between life and death.

He clearly saw that Yue Wuque's face showed a momentary and almost imperceptible hesitation, and then his body moved slightly, showing a flaw that should not exist at all. above the tip of his sword.

Murong Xuefei's mind went blank, and he could no longer remember the safety of his two sisters, nor the crisis in the Central Plains martial arts. Suddenly, an uncontrollable thought came to him: No, he can't let Yue Wuque just so die!

Regardless of what kind of damage the temporary closing will bring to oneself, the body has already made a decision before the brain.

Originally, the internal force that was ready to go out, just waiting to be gushed out, suddenly withdrew when it was about to explode outward, a fishy and sweet air rushed into Murong Xuefei's throat, and he suppressed it forcefully.

Even so, that sword still pierced deeply into Yue Wuque's chest.

Even if there is no sword energy blessed by internal force, it is a sword that cuts iron like mud after all. It doesn't take much strength at all to penetrate the human body and cause irreparable scars.

Murong Xuefei felt dizzy and dizzy, and the mouthful of blood that was suppressed in his throat finally spewed out violently.

Almost at the same time, he seemed to catch a glimpse of Yue Wuque's pale, paper-like face, with a faint and unfathomable smile.

The weird man in the valley was right, "Storm Change" shouldn't have been used, but it was just the first time it was used, and Murong Xuefei felt a heart-wrenching regret.

He let go of the hand holding the sword in a daze, and staggered back.