Under the illumination of Huozhezi, Wuming opened his eyes wide and observed carefully.

The hoof prints were broken a few steps ahead!

Whoosh!

The ruthless sword was drawn out in an instant.

The surrounding fields were silent, but the two brothers suddenly became motionless, staring directly at the hill.

"well--"

Not long after, a long sigh sounded from a hill not far away, and then, a masked man in black slowly walked over under the moonlight.

"Why come?"

Murderous aura overflowed invisibly between heaven and earth. Taoist Master Xingyue stood ten steps away from the two brothers, looking at them with pity in his eyes.

"Why leave?"

Wuming raised his head and asked coldly.

"When it's time to go, you have to go."

Taoist Master Xingyue replied calmly.

These are two questions that really make no sense. Why do you have to come? It's right and you have to come. Everyone has their own principles. It's the same with Wuming Qingqing. Once they feel that they have to come, they will face thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands of difficulties and dangers.

, it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, it is the hell of Abi, it is no exception.

As for why we need to leave, if we don’t leave, are we waiting to be slaughtered?

"Where is the prince?"

Wuming asked again.

"Not dead."

Taoist Master Xingyue's answer was equally straightforward.

"Okay, we're going to take him back."

Wu Ming said it for sure.

"Haha, I don't agree."

Taoist Master Xingyue chuckled, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, then ask it!"

Wuming nodded, threw away the fire stick, and let it ignite the dead grass on the roadside. The fire soon became brighter.

The sword is pointing forward diagonally.

This is the starting position of Kunlun Swordsmanship. The posture is humble and can be regarded as a courtesy to the younger generation.

"Oh, what a pity, what a pity."

Taoist Master Xingyue did not move, his tone full of regret.

"Draw out your sword!"

Wuming shouted softly in a cold voice, and the sword energy gradually spread throughout his body.

"well……"

Taoist Master Xingyue said as he conveniently broke down a branch beside him.

"Just that?"

Wuming asked in shock, already angry.

"right."

Taoist Master Xingyue nodded and drew an arc casually.

However, with just such a slight stroke, Wuming immediately became nervous.

Neither of the brothers had participated in the Taishan Martial Arts Conference, so they didn't know what level Master Xingyue's kung fu had reached. But the casual stroke made by Master Xingyue just now actually contained several changes, and he wanted to attack.

If you can attack, you can defend if you want.

There is no trick to win without a trick!

With this kind of skill, a master like Wu Ming could naturally see that for a moment, he couldn't stab with his sword at an angle.

"I'm sorry!"

At this time, Wu Qing couldn't hold back, and stabbed with a sword, trying to break the deadlock. His kung fu was not unknown, so he could naturally see the power of Taoist Xingyue's casual stroke, but someone had to be the first to do it.

sword.

Then, the briefly static picture suddenly moved.

Taoist Master Xingyue couldn't make a move, so he still made a casual stroke, with a cool posture, but unlimited murderous intent.

And seeing his brother take action, Wuming's sword also moved.

Under the moonlight, between heaven and earth, a battle with invisible gunpowder smoke was going on peacefully.

This is the strongest opponent Wuming Brother has encountered since his debut. All his moves are traceless. All his experiences are useless. After all, not many people in this world know that Xingyue Dao Master

What on earth can't it do?

A small branch seems to be issuing a curse of death. Although it is not as dark as the sky and the earth, and the wind and clouds are turbulent, it can always break through the world's top Kunlun swordsmanship in unexpected places.

Hey!

Finally, after countless moves, a subtle sound was heard in the lonely wilderness.
Chapter completed!