Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 618

After a while, there was a sad sound of erhu in the lake.

Everyone on the island looked around and saw an old man sitting alone on the bow of the boat, holding an erhu in his hand.

The voice is like weeping and complaining, like resentment and admiration.

Let people listen to the mournful cry, the more sad the autumn feeling.

Qiu pulls the erhu and plays the piano in spring.

In the sad autumn season, only the erhu fits the atmosphere of this time.

Lin Yingying frowned, and whispered, "This old man is still a literary youth."

Long Fei looked at the old man in a daze.

He was no one else, it was the old man who made Long Fei pick up trash for a living when he first arrived in the city, Father Mu.

The boat moved without oars, and stopped when it was more than 50 meters away from the island.

On the island, He Mao Dekang pulled out a Japanese long knife, playing the blade with his fingers and screaming strangely.

The sound of the knife and the sound of the erhu intertwined with each other, and even the surface of the lake jumped with what seemed to be musical symbols, splashing water splashes upwards.

Before the person arrives, the spiritual power of the two is integrated into the music, but they are entangled and collided in the air.

The sound of the erhu became more and more passionate, and the sound of the knives became more and more piercing.

He Mao Zhengxiong, Yang Jie, and Yang Hao covered their ears behind them, feeling as if their flesh and blood were about to explode.

Lin Yingying was fine, but Long Fei raised a water mist barrier to protect them inside.

With the last rumbling sound, the lake surface between Papa Mu and the Dongying people suddenly exploded, and a column of water more than ten meters high rushed upwards.

Old Mu's erhu strings broke, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

Kamo Masao's long knife also snapped in the middle, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

He frowned and laughed, "Mu Qingzhu, it's been ten years, and I didn't expect that your hidden wounds have not recovered. It seems that you can't beat me today!"

The small boat came slowly, and when it landed, Mu Qingzhu exerted force on his hand, and the erhu outside collapsed, revealing a long sword in his hand.

His eyes swept over Long Fei, and his thin body faced He Mao Dekang and said, "Ten years ago, if you hadn't let the people from Hell Gate ambush me in secret, how could I have been injured like this? You Dongying people are polite on the surface, but secretly It's too vicious!"

When the two competed in martial arts back then, it was originally an even split.

Unexpectedly, someone was lying in ambush and beat Mu Qingzhu seriously.

He concealed his identity and hid everywhere.

These people are like flies, still don't let him go.

He came here today to settle this grievance with them.

He Mao Dekang sighed hypocritically, "Brother Mu misunderstood, I am just a casual acquaintance with the people from Hell Gate. They just want to return the token of the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, so that they can take out the treasure and rebuild the Yin-Yang Sect. They have nothing to do with me." Relationship."

Mu Qingzhu said coldly, "What about you?"

He Mao Dekang said with a smile, "At the time when the Onmyoji Sect split, Master Xu Fu took five hundred virgins to the East. He only brought Yinshu, and let our Onmyoji in Dongying be good at it. For many years, we all I want to make up for Yangshu so that the Yin-Yang family can flourish. You are the successor of Yangshu, and that’s all I want."

"You are honest!"

Mu Qingzhu sneered and shook the long sword in his hand.

Under the sun, there were two sword shadows floating, but the eyes could only see one.

He faced He Mao Dekang directly, and said in a low voice, "The sword of the Yin Yang sect is here, if you have the ability, come and get it!"

"It really is the Yin-Yang sword!"

He Mao Dekang's eyes brightened, he touched his pocket, and also sacrificed a magic weapon.

This magic weapon has a simple shape, with copper mirrors on both sides, and tadpole characters engraved on it.

Mu Qingzhu's face changed, and he frowned, "Yin Yang Mirror? You are well prepared!"

He Mao Dekang laughed, "If you want to deal with Brother Mu, you can't do it without some magic weapon. But this magic weapon has changed its name now, it's called Yata Mirror, and it's our Dongpu's magic weapon."

Mu Qingzhu sipped softly, "Ridiculous, this is the magic weapon of my Yin Yang family. When did it become your Dongying's? Are you not ashamed to say that?"

He Mao Dekang said indifferently, "Dongying Huaxia is originally a family, so why should they be so clearly distinguished. I also have a magic weapon, which I want Brother Mu to look at."

He stretched into the Qiankun bag and drew out a sword.

Mu Qingzhu narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "That's right, even the sword in the cloud has been brought here, it seems that you are sure of winning."

He Mao Dekang laughed loudly, "Brother Mu is wrong again, this sword is now called Tiancongyun Sword, and it is also our Dongpu's magical weapon for suppressing the country."

"Shameless!"

Mu Qingzhu couldn't help but cursed out.

Long Fei also scolded, "It's shameless enough, Xu Fu is known as the Lord of the Clouds. His accompanying sword is regarded as the Sword of the Clouds, when will it be called the Tiancongyun Sword?"

Lin Yingying glanced at Long Fei unexpectedly, and thought to herself, how do you know this?
Of course Long Fei guessed, Xu Fu's word is Yun Zhongjun, which he learned in history class.

This sword is called Yunzhongjian, and of course it is Xu Fu's sword.

He Mao Dekang scolded, "Junior, don't worry. After I take care of this old man, it won't be too late to take care of you."

Mu Qingzhu boasted, "Boy, you made the right choice not to pick up trash."

The long sword in his hand trembled, and two streams of sword energy swirled up, stabbing towards He Mao Dekang's body.

He Maodekang rolled his sword, and also evoked two streams of sword energy, which collided with the incoming sword energy.

The yin and yang mirror above his head rotated at the same time, shooting a bright light towards Mu Qingzhu.

Long Fei frowned, the light dazzled his mind.

He was swept away by the bright light, and the sea of ​​​​shen was a little swaying, probably it was a magic weapon that specifically attacked the primordial spirit.

Sure enough, Mu Qingzhu soared into the air frequently, dodging the sweeping of the bright light again and again, and the sword energy in his hand continued to roll towards He Mao Dekang from all directions.

He Mao Dekang slashed the Cloud Sword in his hand, and hissed, "Five elements swordsmanship!"

With a swipe, the sword light flashed, and five sword qi swept out, forming a circle of sword qi barriers around it.

Pupupu collided with the sword energy of the Yin-Yang realm, causing dust to fly all around.

Kamo Masao and the others were swept back by this air current, their faces were full of horror, they had never seen a fight of this level before.

Lin Yingying was dazed for a while, and swallowed secretly, the world of cultivation in the mind is too dangerous.

When the sword qi goes down, it can chop people into pieces.

Mu Qingzhu had an old illness, but he was okay at first, but the more he was beaten, the more scattered his energy became.

The last one was accidentally illuminated by the light of Yin Yang Sect.

His primordial spirit trembled, and he nearly fainted. The Yin-Yang sword stabbed forward, and he knelt on the ground with one knee.

His thin body now has an unyielding radiance.

He Mao Dekang laughed, "Brother Mu, you still lost!"

The sword in the cloud in his hand rolled, and the five sword qi flashed with five colors of mysterious light, swooping towards Mu Qingzhu's body from the surrounding sky.

At the critical moment, Mu Qingzhu tossed the long sword in his hand, and at the same time cast a token and threw it to Long Fei, hissing, "Hurry up, don't let this thing fall into the hands of Dongying people."

He disappeared in place with an escape technique, suddenly rushed out from behind He Mao Dekang, and slapped He Mao Dekang with his palm.

"Heaven and Earth Yang Art?"

He Mao Dekang narrowed his eyes, and stabbed the long sword backwards casually.

As if he had figured out Mu Qingzhu's movement, the long sword hit Mu Qingzhu's throat with a whimper.

　Chapter 5 is here, everyone, see you tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)