【Wu Xiao Wu】Mountains and Rivers Fall into Dreams

Leaving the tea stand, the sky had completely sunk, and the carriage pulled by four horses was running smoothly on the road.The spring breeze blows, and there is a hint of warmth in the cold, like a pair of gentle hands, blowing over the whole body.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, only the sound of the wind, the sound of horseshoes and the sound of leaves are mixed together.This scene, if there is no danger, would really make people feel refreshed.

Tang Lian changed Lei Wujie into the carriage. After all, he was more vigilant than Lei Wujie, and he was indeed more suitable for traveling at night.

Lei Wujie didn't shirk, got into the carriage, stretched his legs, sat down, and asked: "What did the little girl in the teahouse mean just now? There is a river ahead?"

Xiao Se said slowly: "Tanhuo, that little girl wants to tell us that there are enemies ahead."

Lei Wujie's expression froze: "Who?"

"underground river."

Wuxin said leisurely: "It seems that the relationship between me and the dark river is really deep."

Xiao Se took a sip of tea and said, "Yes, I hope he can show mercy to you for the sake of origin."

Wuxin turned to look at him, Yang Mei said: "You hold grudges so much? That happened two years ago. Didn't I have to do it as a last resort."

Lei Wujie watched them come and go, moved closer to Sikong Qianluo, and whispered: "Senior Sister, do you feel that every time the two of them talk, there is always a kind of ambiguity that others can't intervene in?" Feel."

Sikong Qian rolled his eyes at him, raised his head and said, "I don't want to intervene."

Lei Wujie was about to speak, but Wu Xin put down the teacup and said softly: "Tang Lian, stop the car."

Tang Lian pulled the reins, and the carriage stopped slowly.A trace of coolness flashed in Xiao Se's eyes, and he asked, "Come?"

"En." Wuxin nodded, got up and got off the carriage, looked up to the sky, and said with a smile: "Sure enough."

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo also looked up after him, only to see a huge moon hanging in the sky, reflected behind the treetops, although it was bigger than usual, the light was still noble and bright.

It's full moon.

But they still remembered the last words of the little girl at the tea stand.

Today is the first quarter moon.

I don't know when, the surrounding wind stopped, and it was so quiet that you could almost hear a needle drop.

Wuxin shook his head, not knowing whether to smile or not, and said: "It's still a fake to show off the formation of loneliness in front of me." He turned his head and looked to the right, there was a tree not far away.

"It's too much to look down on me."

A silver light waved from his hand.That silver light is as curved as a blade, cunning as a silver snake, but if you look closely, it's just a ray of light.Silver light went straight to the treetops with a whistling sound.The speed is extremely fast, the last moment was still held in Wuxin's hands, but the next moment is already close in front of you.There was no time to dodge.

Almost at the same time that Wuxin's voice fell, a muffled hum came from the tree, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

There was a crackling sound like a broken mirror.Then there was the sound of the wind, and the moon above her head returned to normal.

The array of solitude, broken.

The expressions of the five people did not ease up.Because they all heard it, and at the same time as the wind came, there was another voice.

wind chime.

Or maybe it's not the sound of wind chimes, but the sound of many blades colliding with each other when the wind blows them.Crisp and pleasant, but extremely abrupt.

Wuxin took two steps forward, and there was a person standing in front of him.The man was dressed in black, almost melting into the night, like a ghost born in the darkness, silently.

If you don't move, you will kill

It was clearly not raining, but he was holding an umbrella

a black umbrella

There are seventeen umbrella ribs on the umbrella, and a very thin transparent silk thread is tied to each umbrella bone, and a sharp blade is tied to the end of the silk thread.The sharp blade was blown by the wind, making the sound of wind chimes.

Looking from a distance, it doesn't look like a murder weapon, but like snow fluttering in the wind.

Wu Xin stood with her hands behind her back, and asked, "Should I call you Su Muyu, or Master Anhe?"

The man in black seemed to shake his head: "It's just a code name, there is no difference. But I still like people to call me Su Muyu. The title of "Patriarch" always reminds me of some unpleasant memories."

Wuxin said: "He also came to avenge Yan Zhantian?"

"Whoever dies has nothing to do with the dark river. The dark river has only one purpose. After all, no matter how you adapt to the darkness, you still want to see the sunshine."

Unintentionally raised his eyebrows, pretended to let out a long sigh, and said melancholy: "I really don't dare to be a monk. I never thought that you people from the dark river would regard me as the sunshine. I am really ashamed."

Su Muyu was obviously taken aback.Never thought he would say such a thing at this time.Even he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Pfft." Even Lei Wujie, who has always been very nervous, understood the meaning behind Wuxin's words.I couldn't help laughing.But he also immediately felt that he really shouldn't laugh in this scene.He barely suppressed his laughter again.

Holding the stick, Xiao Se walked to Wuxin, turned his head to look at him, and said via voice transmission: "How is it?"

There was no change on Wuxin's face, and even the look in his eyes remained melancholy. The voice transmission said: "In addition to Su Muyu, there are 25 people, not including the one who was injured by me. There are six people on the left, three on top, three on the left. There are 12 people behind, their positions have never changed, there should be a formation. Seven people behind Su Muyu, with knives, thank the family."

"Be careful with those 12 people, they should be coming after you." He added.

Su Muyu laughed lightly and shook her head: "Forget it, I can't say enough about you eloquent monk. But today, you guys have to stay."

Sikong Qianluo flicked the silver moon gun, pulled out a beautiful spear flower, stood on the ground, and said loudly: "You are worthy!"

The wind seemed to be getting stronger, and the surrounding leaves sounded violently, as if they were about to be blown off in the middle.Wuxin's eyes flashed, at this moment, even a fool could hear that there was an ambush around.So he stopped the voice transmission and said, "Leave it to me, Su Muyu, and leave the rest to you."

Almost the moment he spoke, 25 figures rushed from three directions.But he didn't care about Wuxin standing there motionless.Going straight to the four of Xiao Se, the order they received was to target the four behind.No need to kill, just trap.

Wu Xin guessed right, 12 people formed a formation, trapping Xiao Se in it.The seven members of the Xie family besieged Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo.The remaining six members of the Mu family surrounded Tang Lian.

Although outnumbered, the four of them are no longer as weak and reckless as they were three years ago.

Every one of them is already a master of the Happy Heaven Realm if they are placed above the rivers and lakes.

Wuxin looked at the four people, saw that they were not in danger for the time being, and said, "I take back what I just said. Patriarch Su really thinks highly of us in such a big battle." He raised his foot and walked towards Su Muyu, walking unhappily , but extremely calm, each footprint fell, keeping the same distance from the previous footprint.

Su Muyu turned the handle of the umbrella with her right hand, and the seventeen sharp blades went straight towards Wuxin.

Seventeen blades, you may not feel too much when you say it, but when you look at it, you only feel dazzled. The blades are flying in the air, as if forming an impenetrable sky net.Attacking unintentionally.

Wuxin's footsteps didn't stop, and he didn't even breathe in the slightest. Seeing that the sky net formed by swords was getting closer and closer to him, he didn't see any movement. He only tilted his head, turned sideways, and raised his hand.Then he flicked away the sharp blade that had crossed.

Seen from a distance, the seventeen blades looked like snowflakes flying in the strong wind, and in the snowflakes was the monk in white robe. The figure of the monk was so fast that several afterimages almost appeared.That agility is actually three points quicker than stepping on clouds and riding wind.

Xiao Se glanced at Wuxin, and murmured: "I haven't seen you in a year, but this monk's Ruyitong has already been practiced to this level." Xie Xuan's is exactly the same.If you want to break the formation, you have to think of a perfect method, but if you don't break the formation, this formation will naturally not hurt him.

He looked over to Lei Wujie and the other three, and saw that although they were not perfect, they were not at a disadvantage.Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and seriously think about the method of breaking the formation.

Wuxin's footsteps didn't stop, he was very close to Su Muyu, he walked step by step, but there wasn't even half a scratch on his clothes.When Su Muyu's sword touched him, it was as if it had plunged into the water, leaving no ripples except for a few ripples.

Su Muyu was not the least bit surprised, Wuxin was the suzerain of 36 factions outside the region, ranking fourth on the list.If you don't even have this ability, it will make people doubt the authenticity of the top ranking.

Wuxin sighed: "Patriarch Su, if you test me again, I'm going to make a move."

Su Muyu's expression froze, she took a few steps back, put away the umbrella in her hand, grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and pulled it outward.A silver light flashed.

That is his No.18 sword.

Wuxin nodded: "I heard that Su Muyu, the Patriarch of the Su family, is unparalleled in swordsmanship. If you are not unwilling, I am afraid that you will definitely have a place in the ranks of sword immortals." He smiled slightly, "That's interesting."

Su Muyu held the sword in one hand, and with a sweep of the silver light, he drew a sword edge.The surrounding wind became violent unexpectedly, causing a dark tide to surge in the surrounding air, faintly besieged on all sides, and all the trees and trees were all soldiers.

A trace of surprise flashed in Wuxin's eyes, and he praised: "Good swordsmanship."

Su Muyu said: "My swordsmanship only has three styles, all of which are learned from the dark river. Please try it."

"The first form, the curved water flows on the cup."

He raised his sword and raised his momentum, suddenly there was the sound of water around him, the sound was very soft but very clear.The sound of water is light and melodious, gentle and gentle, like a young girl stretching her waist, dancing a graceful dance with light steps, sometimes turning, sometimes bending over, sometimes looking back and smiling, all of which are charming.The girl danced around Wuxin, even reached out to touch his cheek from time to time, and then ran away with a light smile.Every frown and smile is extremely flattering.

Wuxin had some reminiscences, and it was quite similar to Tianmowu.

Seeing him in a daze, the girl's eyes froze, the smile on her face was replaced by a fierce look, she flicked her long sleeves, and went straight to Wu Xin's chest with a sudden murderous aura.

Shaking his head unintentionally, he took a step back, raised his right hand, and slowly pushed out his palm.This palm has no momentum at all, and it doesn't even use much strength.There was only a gust of wind, like a butterfly flapping its wings.But in an instant, the gust of wind blew up, shredding the girl's figure into shreds and blowing away the sound of the gurgling water.

Wuxin stood up and called out the Buddha's name, and said: "This sword is quite powerful, but the monk is a monk, and the six roots are pure. No matter how good this dance is, in my eyes, it's just a beauty and a dry bone." (Please remember the six roots are pure. Four words, please slap your face later.)

Su Muyu's expression remained unchanged, as if it should be so.In fact, if Wuxin couldn't break the first formula, it would be a bit difficult for him.Because of his swordsmanship, one breaks and one stands, and if he doesn't break, he doesn't stand.If you don't break the first form, you can't stand the second form.

The second type, the dark river is raging

If the first form is a long curved water, walk slowly.The second form is that the torrent is turbulent and unstoppable.

The sword energy is several times higher than that of the first form.

Although Lei Wujie has practiced kung fu of the three schools, if compared, he is good at swordsmanship.Holding the fourth-ranked Heart Sword in his hand.Among the six people present, no one knew sword qi better than him.Almost at the same time as the second form of sword energy erupted, he raised his hand to block the oncoming knife.Turned to look at Wuxin.

Su Muyu's second form of swordsmanship is less tricky than the first form, but it adds a murderous aura, using offense as defense, and the speed is so fast that only phantoms can be seen.Su Muyu swung her sword, all pointing at Wuxin's vitals, swift and fierce.

The leaves were blown off by the strong wind, fluttering and falling, and the shadow of the sword flashed.It doesn't seem to have any effect on the leaves.When the leaves fall to the ground, they shatter into three petals.

But in a moment, a thousand swords have been stabbed out.

"Wuxin!" Lei Wujie shouted suddenly.

"He's cultivating murderous aura! The second form is just an imaginary form, and he's using the second form to cultivate the third form of swordsmanship! The longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be!"

Swordsmanship has always been different from boxing and swordsmanship.The boxing method emphasizes the strength of recruiting and controlling the enemy with fists.The pursuit of knife skills is sharp, domineering and wild.

But the swordsmanship is different, the sword is a gentleman with a hundred soldiers, and it has its own rules.The rules of the sword are also the pride of the sword.

Wuxin's eyes flashed, most of Lei Wujie's words were nonsense, but the words of the sword fairy in red must be listened to.Originally, he couldn't figure out the number of ways in Su Muyu's sword, so he didn't act rashly.Just dodge blindly.But now, it is no longer possible to hide.

Su Muyu's strength was far from being as easy as Wu Xin's appearance.It's hard to imagine if you don't face each other in person.This second form is just an imaginary sword, and it already has such power.If he really gathered his murderous aura, it would be very difficult to get out of his body today.

Wu Xin paused, no longer retreating, lightly stepped on the tree trunk and leaped towards Su Muyu.Make room for the body, and make a seal with both hands in front of the chest. If you look closely at the shape of the hands, it is just enough to hold a tiger talisman that commands thousands of troops.

"Since you nourish your murderous aura with your sword, I will call on thousands of troops and horses to block your thousands of sword auras."

A ray of sword energy suddenly disappeared, but it didn't disappear out of thin air.There was clearly a figure standing in front of the sword qi.The man was wearing armor and a steel helmet, and held a long knife in his hand.The figure seemed illusory, but it really blocked the sword energy and disappeared together with it.

Thousands of troops rose from the ground.Some rushed to the front on horseback, and some stood on the station car, commanding thousands of troops.Some carry knives, some hold guns, and some wield swords.But all of them regard death as home.

Wuxin stood among thousands of troops, watching the disappearing figures one by one, with sadness in his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said softly aloud Amitabha.

The sword is gone.

Lei Wujie breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiao Se also breathed a sigh of relief.He has found a way to break the formation, although it takes some effort, it is the only perfect way.He originally planned to forcefully break the formation if he was invincible, rather than letting Su Muyu hurt the monk.But now it seems that he is worrying too much.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change.

A sky-shattering hiss rose out of thin air, the distance was still far away, but it contained internal strength, high-pitched and sharp.It was especially harsh on a night like this.

Others still find it harsh, but for Wuxin who has used Tianertong to the extreme.The sound almost tore his eardrums and penetrated into his brain.Wuxin's face turned pale, he could barely stabilize his figure, his mind was in a mess, as if hands were stirring in his mind, kneading his thoughts together, he felt a little dizzy.

He was unstable and his internal strength was broken.Thousands of troops and horses around were scattered as if blown by the wind.And the remaining sword energy came straight to him.

Wuxin centered his mind and enlightened the gods, put his palms together again, and raised the prajna heart bell.

But in the end it was still a step too late, a sword energy was one step ahead of his heart, approaching his chest.Wuxin gritted her teeth, twisted her body, barely avoiding the vital point.The sword energy brushed his shoulder and smashed into the soil behind him.On his arm, a three-inch long wound was left.Blood spurted out, instantly staining the snow-white sleeves red.

"Wuxin!" Xiao Se frowned and shouted.Although he was breaking the formation, he was always paying attention to this side from the corner of his eye. He thought that Wuxin had the upper hand, but he didn't expect to be disrupted by this neighing.

Xiao Se was anxious and his face was gloomy.His eyes swept over the twelve people.I don't plan to spend any more with them.Sweeping with a stick, provoked a stick flower.

One stick flower turns into ten, ten turns into one hundred, and one hundred turns into tens of millions.

The twelfth celestial branch of Anhe River is the formation of lore. When the formation is formed, 12 people are like one person, and one person is like 12 people.If there is no [-]% certainty to break the formation, most people will not act rashly.That day, like Xie Xuan, he also sat upright for three hours before breaking out of the formation.Forcibly breaking the formation like Xiao Se, even if he is in the realm of half-step fugue, it may not be of any benefit.

But Xiao Se couldn't care less.

Together with the stick flowers, 12 people moved at the same time. They were very tacit and their movements were very consistent.

Xiao Se followed closely behind the stick flower, and struck out with one stick.

When the dust dispersed, all 12 people were lying on the ground, motionless, although they were not dead.But I can no longer move.But Xiao Se was also in a bit of a panic. Although there were no major injuries on his body, there were quite a few small cuts. Although it was not too painful, it was extremely itchy, and the numbness was not very pleasant.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath, so he looked towards Wu Xin.

The heart clock has disappeared, and the sword energy has also dissipated.Wuxin stood there with a normal expression, but his eyes just met Xiao Se, his arm was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

Wuxin sighed, walked towards Xiao Se, reached out and patted his chest lightly, straightening out his internal breath.Said: "What's the rush?"

Xiao Se snorted: "I'm afraid you will die."

Wuxin smiled and said, "It's not that easy."

Xiao Se frowned and said, "Your ears..."

Wuxin shook his head and said, "It's almost time to hit the road."

Xiao Se glanced at Su Muyu, nodded, "I'll get Tang Lian and the others out, be careful."

Wuxin raised his hand and brushed the dust off his sleeves.He reached out and wiped away a strand of red thread beside his ear.Stand with hands behind your back.The temperament suddenly changed, and the banter and playfulness just now faded away.There was a breath of a master spontaneously.

He smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Dark River, you should stay in the dark honestly. I'm afraid people in the world will ridicule this kind of low-level method if you tell it."

Wu Xin slowly stretched out a palm to Su Muyu, this palm was somewhat different from the one just now.This palm was silent, but a silver light gradually emerged from between the fingers.Condensed into a silver ball, this silver ball trembled uncontrollably in his palm, as if it might pour out at any time.

A dragon chant came out of nowhere, and behind Wuxin, a real golden dragon suddenly appeared.Surrounded by clouds and mist, the golden dragon flew around Wuxin, and then coiled up behind him like a snake, only raised its upper body, and looked at Su Muyu together with Wuxin.That expression was eight points similar to Wu Xin's.

The Ninth Level of Unable to Formless Kungfu, True Dragon Aspect

Wu Xin pushed out with a palm, and the silver ball stretched rapidly, turning into a two-foot-thick and ten-foot-long silver pillar in the blink of an eye, galloping towards Su Muyu.The golden dragon also flew out, hovering around the silver light.At first glance, it looks like a sword that opens the sky with a dragon.

The silver light cascaded down, the golden dragon whistled, Su Muyu sighed inwardly with a seven-point dignified and three-point complicated expression, the sky and the earth were so big, he felt that there was no place for him.

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This chapter is aliased "Watching Ye Zongzhu's large-scale double standard scene"

I told Xiao Se earlier that monks also have seven emotions and six desires, and here I told Su Muyu that the six roots are pure.

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