Muyu slowly grasped his sword. In the previous five competitions, he did not use the sword and did not need it. Because those people were too careless, he did not need to draw his sword. He thought of looking for a deacon, of the tragic fate of the grey disciple, and what he wanted to do.


    "Boy, I''m going to humiliate you!" Xiaohu doesn''t relax his vigilance because the other party is in the breath of practicing Qi. He releases his accomplishments in the foundation period without any cover up. He wants to make Muyu feel palpitation and even despair with his spiritual power fluctuation.


    Xiaohu''s Cangsong sword directly cleaves to Muyu with a strong breath. He has a vicious smile on his mouth. He doesn''t want to solve Muyu so easily. He should first hurt Muyu and then trample him under his feet to let him know the real gap between grey disciples and genius!


    Muyu''s body galloped, and his footwork made him almost disappear in the same place. Their swords interweaved in the air with a clang sound. A spirit power swung away with the sword as the center, and the two retreated respectively.


    "Aren''t you a Qi training period?" Xiaohu is shocked to see the rising breath of Muyu, and the shock in his heart is incomparable! He thought that he must hit a sword was blocked by the other side, and he was also repulsed. How could this be possible?


    "What? Isn''t the kid of the falling dust sect in Qi training period


    "Did he use some magic arts? How did he suddenly change from Qi training to foundation building?"


    "It seems that his cultivation is higher than that of Xiaohu. He must have used a heresy."


    "Don''t worry! Little tiger has Cangsong sword. Cangsong sword is famous for its noble and upright spirit. Is it the opponent of Xiaohu


    All the people under the stage were surprised by the sudden rise of Muyu''s breath. They all agreed that Muyu was using the evil ways to enhance his cultivation. Only in this way can we explain it.


    "I really look down on you. I don''t know how long you can persist in improving your cultivation by this means? My sword has defeated even the people who built the foundation of the heaven! "


    Xiao Hu sneers, and a simple breath spreads from his sword. The momentum of his whole person is no less than Muyu. This sword is made of superior materials by Taoist Qingsong. It is very spiritual and solid. It takes the simplicity and vastness of the old pine tree. The sword spirit is integrated with its own spiritual power. It takes the spiritual power as the source and the sword Qi as the guide, which affects the aura around and turns it into your own use.


    "The pines sing after the wind."


    The Cangsong sword chirps and trembles. The tiger''s fingers and shadows interlace, drawing the sword spirit, forms a sword shape above it, showing a trace of vicissitudes. It is like a vast ancient pine coming out of nowhere, with endless tension and heading for the wooden feather.


    When the green light explodes, the flying sword in Mu Yu''s hand is divided into two parts. Each of them evolves into nine types of falling dust, with layers of waves. The invisible waves take the shadow of the sword as the medium. It rises with the wind and rolls up the peaceful sword Qi. There is movement in stillness, and it is restrained without losing publicity.


    The two swords suddenly collide with each other, crushing the flying leaves in the air, turning them into dust and drifting down. Muyu has already stepped forward, and the shadow sword in his hand flashed like water. The sword was swish with the wind and puff of the sword.


    The swords are full of fire, and their figures are intertwined. In a moment, they can''t recognize who is who. Xiaohu is more and more frightened. Outsiders see that his sword is majestic and dominates. Only he knows that Muyu''s sword technique is extremely dexterous, free and easy, like fighting with two wooden feathers. He is just tired of coping with it.


    "Haoran Zhengqi Jue"


    Xiaohu''s sword body shakes out a spiritual power, which temporarily repels Muyu. Cangsong sword is spinning in front of it. A mighty positive Qi swings away from the sword body, just like a Confucianist in the world. The healthy qi lasts forever and is terrified. A majestic atmosphere envelops and forces Muyu.


    "It is said that it was created by Qingsong Taoist on the basis of Confucian scholars, and its power can not be underestimated with the help of Confucian scholars."


    "I''m afraid that the boy of the falling dust sect will be finished?"


    Muyu stares at the breath, and the shadow sword has been transformed into four. It rushes forward to meet it, and collides with the positive Qi. A loud roar draws all the attention of everyone. For a time, there were smoke and dust all over the arena.


    Muyu retreats to the edge of the challenge arena. He falls out of the ring only a little. The Cangsong sword combined with Haoran Zhengqi Jue had such a huge power that he could hardly take it down. He swallowed the blood in his throat and only one shadow sword was left in his hand.


    Xiaohu stood in the same place panting, which was not his own strength, but with the help of the index of Cangsong sword, which caused the spirit of heaven and earth to be used for it, which consumed his spiritual power immensely. When he saw Muyu still standing on the ring, his face pulled down.


    "Master said that treating people with propriety and trustworthiness is the way of Confucian scholars. You are arrogant, arrogant, and unjustifiably cruel to others. How can you be magnanimous and upright?"


    Mu Yu looks at Xiaohu, Haoran is healthy, and his heart is regular. Xiao Hu is conceited and regards the life of the grey disciple as a piece of grass. He is forced to death by seeking the Deacon. He is not upright and unstable. He can not resonate with Haoran''s formula of healthy qi. He has his potential but no reality. He can''t get the essence of this sword technique.


    "The crossbow of a strong bow, how can we talk to each other? Talent and cultivation are the most important! " Little tiger raised the Cangsong sword in his hand, and a pine shadow loomed behind him. His whole body''s spiritual power began to mobilize and gathered to the Cangsong sword. The aura around him was uneasy again."Falling dust sword technique, one sword into nine moves, falling dust step, one step into nine shadows. If the heart is upright and the body is upright, then nine shadows and nine postures will be formed. "


    Muyu murmured in his mouth what his master had told him. He did not understand what was right in the heart, what was in the body, and what was nine shadows and nine postures. Master used to laugh but not speak, and asked him to speculate in his life. Now, Xiao Hu uses the sword of righteousness with an unhealthy heart, and his strength is inexhaustible. He suddenly realizes that the so-called "upright heart" means the attitude towards a matter, and the upright body means that he can act in a proper way. Falling dust footwork not only lies in body method, but also in mind method. Without regret, the body will be stable, and the shadow will be divided.


    The Fenying sword became two and began to evolve. However, Muyu stepped on the step of falling dust and flashed mysteriously. In the eyes of the public, two wooden feathers suddenly appeared on the challenge arena. Each mu Yu held a separate shadow sword. Its shape was not beautiful, like a phantom, but it was extremely real. The essence of falling dust footwork is to separate the body from the shadow. The sword style endows the figure with one palm.


    Feng HaoChen looks at Mu Yu and admires him. He nods slightly. Whether it''s sword technique, mental skill or step, you need to understand it by yourself. What he taught his disciples was only form, but meaning needed to guide them to explore by themselves. Muyu is proficient in both the falling dust sword technique and the falling dust step, but he lacks experience and cannot combine the two.


    Chengyan was also extremely surprised. He said with a smile: "Muyu realized this point so quickly. He is really suitable for cultivating Taoism. Now he can only do two shadows and two movements. I wonder if he will quickly reach nine shadows and nine forms?"


    Feng HaoChen said gently, "it depends on his understanding! The way of falling into the dust has nothing to do with cultivation, only understanding. Nan Nan and LAN ling''er can only divide two swords up to now, and he has been able to divide four swords. He may catch up with you soon. "


    Chengyan nodded: "I also want to know the power of the nine shadows and nine movements."


    Xiaohu doesn''t know why two wooden feathers suddenly appeared in the field. Other people are also suspicious. They have never seen a person who can divide two before. What kind of strange skill is this or what kind of heresy? For a while, no one dared to make a conclusion, because the two wooden feathers did not weaken in any way. Instead, they became more and more powerful and their breath became more and more stable.


    "Play the devil and die!"


    After a big drink, the shadow of the ancient pine suddenly shakes and turns into a little broken shadow, which is integrated into the Cangsong sword. For a time, the Cangsong sword has a great momentum and people around are forced to retreat. The Cangsong sword seems to have become the focus of the world. All the spiritual power converges towards the Cangsong sword, and gradually forms a vast and powerful sword Qi, which is constantly gaining momentum. Finally, Xiaohu can no longer maintain the sword spirit. With a direct wave, the majestic sword spirit destroys the sky and sweeps away towards the wooden feather.


    "Xuancang luolei"


    the eighth move of falling dust sword is Xuancang luolei. Tao gives birth to all things, and thunder controls its principles.


    The spirit power in the air is agitated. It seems that they are squeezing each other, and the blue sparks flash out. The aura around them is disordered and torn, and then the aura turns into spirit cloud and turns into lightning. The breath became dull and breathless. One of Muyu''s shadows sprang up and drew thunder with his sword Qi. The shadow sword in the other shadow''s hand had already flashed and thundered. However, Muyu was not affected by the thunder and lightning. With a pure thunder spirit, Muyu met Xiaohu''s sword spirit.


    Lei Zhang criminal law, cross the world''s unhealthy gas.


    For a moment, Xiaohu''s powerful sword Qi passed away like ice and snow. The sword Qi was dispersed by the fierce thunder spirit, and the sword Qi was taken as his own. Then, Lei Ling more vigorously cleaved to Xiaohu.


    Little tiger''s head was blank for a while. He didn''t understand why his Cangsong sword suddenly broke away from his own control, and why his mighty sword spirit disappeared in an instant. He only saw a sudden thunder and lightning strike at him under the blue sky, and he didn''t even have the chance to dodge.


    "The Qingsong school admits defeat."


    When Lei Ling was about to chop the tiger, the space around him was rippling. Then Lei Ling turned to the ground and blew the arena to pieces. A deep pit appeared in the arena.


    Bai Lang is holding a little tiger in his hands and falls under the challenge arena. His face is very calm. He just looks at Mu Yu thoughtfully. He saved the tiger just now. Otherwise, Xiaohu may be hurt irreversibly.


    "No, no, I didn''t lose! How could I lose to a loser? "It''s impossible," whispered Xiao Hu. He looked at Mu Yu with his eyes vacant, unable to believe everything in front of him. He lost? As the favorite of Qingsong school, he lost? Lost to a grey disciple, lost to a disciple of the falling dust sect!


    "Shut up." White wave yelled, little tiger no longer speak, he buried his head, endless shame poured into his heart. At the beginning, he thought Muyu was a waste, and he was humiliated and full of rubbish. However, he lost in the hands of a waste!


    Mu Yu has already become one, and slowly falls on the challenge arena. Cang song sword lies quietly on the ground, still so simple and dignified. It is not the way to win after all. Tiger with a Cangsong sword to defeat people who are higher than him, but the external force is uncontrollable, his failure is inevitable.


    Everyone looked at all this with incredible wonder. Muyu defeated Xiaohu of Qingsong school, who is called the future Qingsong sect inheritor, but could not beat a disciple of the falling dust sect? The strong arena is fragmented. This arena specially built for the disciples in the foundation period can''t be destroyed like this unless it is the strength of the golden elixir period. But how can a thunderbolt triggered by that young man have such power?Everyone looked at Mu Yu on the stage. For a while, they couldn''t calm down. They still didn''t believe in the facts in front of them. Are the disciples of the falling dust sect really so strong?


    "Tiger lost?"


    "The falling dust sect won?"


    Many people shook their heads, thinking it was an illusion, but no matter how they shook their heads, there was always that young man standing in the challenge arena, who was ridiculed by people from the lowest sect!


    Mu Yu won, and the white wave intervened in the competition. No one dared to say anything.


    "Elder martial brother Bailang, in the competition of the foundation period, according to the rules, the experts in the golden elixir period are not allowed to intervene?" Mu Yu saluted the white wave and then asked.


    Everyone was stunned again. Mu Yu, a little disciple of the foundation stage of the falling dust sect, was lucky to win at the moment, and dare to kick his nose and face?


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