Swish!

The sound of the body tearing was so harsh, and the blood scattered in the air also stinged everyone's eyes.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Dafeng, became the second dead soul to die under the sword. His whole body was divided into equal halves under the Canglang sword, and his body, which had lost its vitality, slowly slid from the roof.

"Divine Sword Slash." Fu Hongxue tightened the knife in her hand and gritted her teeth.

Although it is far from the Divine Sword Slash in my impression, the slash that simplifies complexity and calculates the location, time, power, and speed to the extreme is undoubtedly the same as the Divine Sword Slash of the Supreme Martial Arts of the Demon Sect.

"Even if it is not the best, it is not far away," Chu Mu Jianfeng lowered his sword and chuckled, "I took a little time to lead the troops to attack the Demon Cult, and took all the foundation accumulated by the Demon Cult for hundreds of years into my pocket. There are naturally the secrets of the "Ruyi Demon, the Eight Story of the Confession."

"There are 31,104 changes in the 'Ruyi Demon, the eight series of styles'. I will look at them one by one and evolve them based on the 729 changes of sword technique, "The Nine Great Soul-Statistics" and I want to evolve this magic sword technique to more than 30,000 changes."

"And when I evolved this sword technique to 31,104 changes, the Divine Sword Slash, or the Divine Sword Slash, whether it is a sword or a sword, it is already in my heart."

That should be the only time Chu Mu left the imperial city in these thirty years. At that time, he made an exception and knocked Shen Lang unconscious, mobilized tens of thousands of soldiers and a large number of experts from the Qinglong Association. It took three months to burn the Demon Sect and take all the foundation of the Demon Sect.

It was also after that that Chu Mu's swordsmanship made a huge progress.

The leaders of the Demon Sect of all generations hope to fully understand all the changes of the Ruyi Magic Sword and turn all the moves into one sword in order to reach the realm of returning thousands of swords. However, due to their talent and time, few people can fully understand it and practice it into a magic sword.

However, Chu Mu evolved his moves independently from the beginning, evolving the nine soul-deterrifying styles of more than 700 changes to more than 30,000. When he evolved the sword style to the extreme, the realm was naturally and understood.

"The foundation of the Demon Cult should be inherited by Yu Luosha, the leader of the Western Demon Cult, today." Fu Hongxue couldn't help but say.

"Who gave you the illusion that I would put the cooked ducks away?" Chu Mu laughed, "The attack on the Demon Cult is for the foundation of the Demon Cult. If someone else takes the things away, wouldn't I do a vain job?"

Having said that, everyone almost understood that the Western Demon Sect, which is said to have inherited the heritage of the Demon Sect, is also part of the Qinglong Society. In this way, the legendary Jade Rakshasa, who has always covered her body with aerosols and does not show her true body, is probably the leader of the Qinglong Sect in front of you.

It turned out that before I knew it, the tentacles of the Qinglong Society had reached outside the pass.

"Only the strongest foundation can the most extreme sword technique be brewed. The fifteenth sword I have realized now is definitely more powerful than I vaguely felt back then."

Chu Mu tightened the hilt of the sword slightly and said, "After saying so much, your curiosity should be satisfied. Next, it's time for me to take the last step."

Zhuo Jue's eyes had already seen the scene where Shen Lang passed the powers for the two of them in the Taihe Palace in the distance, and Chu Mu should end this warm-up match.

Shen Lang would pass all his skills into the two people's bodies, and at the same time, through sensing, evolved the fourteenth sword he had personally experienced to them. This was the choice Chu Mu gave Shen Lang that day.

"Let's live your life with all your energy. You are the last homework I left for that stupid apprentice."

During the resurgent killing, Chu Mu's warning came out: "Although I promised Lu Xiaofeng to do my best to save your lives, if you really are not strong, I can't do anything about it. I can guarantee not to kill people, but it is difficult for weak ants not to step on them to death."

Before he finished speaking, the killing power was overwhelming. The scarlet sword light trembled slightly, as if it was about to evolve into thousands of atmospheres, like the wind, like clouds, like movement, like stillness, both empty and solid, both fast and slow, this sword has undergone countless changes.

But in the blink of an eye, all weather dissipated and all changes were integrated.

The realm of returning to the flow of thousands of swords realized by the Divine Sword Slash was to integrate the ultimate changes of the fourteenth sword.

"Uh--"

Three squeals of pain were heard, and three figures flew backwards at the same time, slid down from the high roof.

It may be a bit regretful that the survival rate of the final homework is completely unavailable.

Chu Mu stepped on the breeze and leveraged his strength several times in the nearby palaces, landing lightly on the top of the Taihe Palace.

At this time, Shen Lang had already retired and ran to treat his gay friend and son.

What he created with his skills and insight were the two satisfying swordsmen, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue.

"The grudge between Gongziyu and the Zhu family will be concluded today." Ye Gucheng slowly drew his sword.

When the Qinglong Society controlled the Forbidden City, some royal people took advantage of the chaos to escape. They fled overseas. Finally, with the help of Wang Lianhua, they took root in Feixian Island in the South China Sea. The young Ye Gucheng was one of those people.

In terms of seniority, the current Emperor Wanli should still call Ye Gucheng "Uncle".

"The Realm of the Sword God." Ximen Chuxue had longing for her eyes, and also drew her sword in her hand, hoping to achieve the Realm of the Sword God.

After experiencing the sword evolved by Shen Lang with his own eyes, and seeing the death-taking sword that Chu Mu personally cast, he seemed to have returned to his former state.

Half crazy and half ignorant, it is better to say that it is a god born for a sword than to say that it is a human being.

The human nature that has been possessed because of marrying a wife and having children seems to be fading, and Ximen Chuxue returned to the state of mind that only swordsmanship.

"One move, just one move."

Chu Mu stood in the center of the Forbidden City with his sword, stood between the two of them, and slowly said.

Winning is a move, losing is a move, success is a move, and defeat is a move.

Thirty years of planning and the sword that I have been thinking about will be put into one move.

Three sword intents rose, and three sword marks were faintly revealed in the air. They were the flawless and impure sword intent like the blue sky and white clouds, the sword intent that put into full pursuit of everything, and the sword intent that killed the heaven and earth to make the heaven and earth red.

Three sword intents and three swordsmen. When the sword intent rises to the extreme, the three of them move at the same time.

Like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow passing through the sky, the brilliant and rapid sword united with the body, Ye Gucheng and the Baiyun Sword in his hand both turned into a training exercise.

This is the wrath of Thunder God, this is the blow of lightning, this is the flying immortal from the sky.

Pour your thoughts, no one or self, no self, no sword, man and sword are in harmony, and sword and man are in control, this is a pure sword, also known as Ximen Chuxue's sword.

Ximen Chuxue's sword has become his instinct. His sword technique is nameless. If he is forced to name it, the name must be "Ximen Chuxue".

Two sword lights, two swordsmen, attacked at the same time, and killed the figure covered by the scarlet sword light.

"The Fourteenth Sword."

With all the killing and all the changes, Chu Mu's figure seemed to split into two at this moment, each holding a sword and killing towards both sides, and the fourteenth sword of Returning to the real world was facing the two at the same time.

When the three sword lights come into contact, fierce killing, thousands of collisions between the sword energy, and the final result appear at this moment.

The sky and the earth seemed to have lost their color at this moment, and the three of them seemed to have lost their color at the same time. Everything they saw turned black and white. There was only a dazzling scarlet red slowly spreading between the sky and the earth.

After thirty years of brewing, finally, this most beautiful flower bloomed.

At this moment, Chu Mu felt that the sword in his hand, or the sword technique he used himself, suddenly had life. It drove Chu Mu's body to take the initiative to perform the sword style, just like the dragon in the picture suddenly came to life after tying his eyes and flew over the nine heavens.

The scarlet red cut off the sword in the hands of the two, and flew across the chests. It was not satisfied. It was like a blood dragon, twisting freely, trying to cut out thousands of sword marks, cut the two of them into pieces, and release the most extreme blood color.

At this moment, Ye Gucheng suddenly rushed forward and completely incorporated the Canglang Sword into his chest. His hands actually grabbed Chu Mu's wrist and curbed the sword.

"It's a pity for a swordsman like Ximen Chuxue to die. It's better to die with others than to die with me." Ye Gucheng smiled with blood on his lips.

He will die because he is a member of the royal family. However, Ximen Chuxue does not have to die.

"Can."

Chu Mu, who seemed to be controlled by swordsmanship, nodded slowly, and then slowly released the sword in his hand.

The hostility generated by the sword technique was dissipated in advance under this grab. The situation where the two should have sacrificed their swords became one, but it didn't matter.

Chu Mu had already controlled the sword.

After his hand left the hilt of the sword, Canglang's slash turned into debris and drifted.

He floated down to the top of the Forbidden City and saw Ye Kai and Lu Xiaofeng head-on. At the same time, he also heard a wail and saw a figure running around in the distance with disheveled hair.

"Lingxi Yi Finger actually incorporates the method of Wanliu Returning to the Sect. This Lingxi means having a spiritual connection with the opponent," Lu Xiaofeng compared a scissor hand. "In addition, although I didn't learn Xiao Li's flying knife, I learned that I was taught a lesson by Senior Ye Kai many times with Xiao Li's flying knife, so...

I understand, the principle of Lingxi is:

Lu Xiaofeng: Come here.

Flying Knife: OK, I'm here.

This martial art is not just a quick eye and quick hand, but also has its own attraction, which can slightly change the opponent's weapon movements. Then, a tangle with a touch of harmony appears with one finger.

Not long after Xiao Siwu defeated Ye Kai with a flying knife, he found that his flying knife was broken by Lu Xiaofeng, and Lu Xiaofeng was also related to Ye Kai. It is no wonder that Xiao Siwu is going crazy in such bad news.

"I have already obtained the fifteenth sword. You can take those people away. Healing early may help you save your life."

Chu Mu turned around and said, "I will leave the future things to Mingyuexin, we should not see each other again."

After saying that, he left with a little puzzled two people.

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After leaping through palaces and pavilions, Chu Mu finally returned to the Palace of Harmony.

He walked to the imperial table, gently picked up the Qinglong mask on the table, turned around and smiled, "Has it been solved?"

"I ordered all the imperial guards to abandon their weapons and sit down. Whoever dared not obeyed would kill them. Those fakes wanted to cause trouble, but I solved them casually. It was very simple. Wang Lianhua underestimated me."

Mingyuexin walked into the Palace of Yangxin with a trace of blood. After saying something casually, she kept staring at Chu Mu, and said nothing for a long time.

She just looked at it like this, and kept seeing her eyes sore. Then she lowered her head slightly, blinked her eyes, and whispered: "Can you not leave?"

The apprentice who grew up with Chu Mu since childhood can be said to be the one who knows Chu Mu the best in the world. Although Chu Mu never said that, Ming Yuexin inferred that Chu Mu was leaving through Chu Mu's daily words and behaviors.

I don't know where to go, nor why I left.

Mingyuexin didn't care about these reasons, she just wanted Chu Mu to stay.

However, the only thing Chu Mu could not do was stay.

"This world is so small that I can't see hope, so I can only leave," Chu Mu shook his head, "Maybe I will come back one day, maybe I'll be dead before this, I won't say anything and forget me, your choice, even as a master, has no right to interfere. I can only say..."

Chu Mu put the Qinglong mask on Mingyuexin's face, just like when he first met her, "The story of Gongziyu is over, and next, it's time to write the story of Mingyuexin."

Crystal tears overflowed, leaving traces on the cold mask. Mingyuexin watched Chu Mu's figure slowly disappear like a phantom, but she didn't say anything, just stood silently like a stone sculpture.

It took a long time until the sunlight outside shone into the Hall of Yangxin that Mingyuexin whispered: "The story of Gongziyu will never end, never."
To be continued...