The rain gradually got faster, like a soft silk that could not be cut.

It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the streets, and there was an indescribable silence. Yan Jingchen listened to the slight clicking sound on the umbrella and walked forward in the rain.

However, the road he took was not the road leading to the Muhuai Palace.

"It's so late. As the lord of a city, why is Muhuai still wandering around the streets?"

Yan Jingchen raised his head and saw a man sitting less than ten meters in front of him. The man was wearing a straw hat and holding a jar of wine to pour wine into the wine gourd. On the table in front of him, there was a jar of unopened wine.

Yan Jingchen replied lightly: "I'm just lost now."

"I have walked back to the Muhuai Palace from Xueyue Tower so many times. No one knows the road better than you. How could I get lost?" The man raised his head and took a sip of wine, raised his eyebrows, and raised his lips, "Muhuai King."

Yan Jingchen saw the man's face, it was Luo Feiyu.

"So what? I am the lord of a city, and my territory is in Jinling City. What does it have to do with you if I leave?"

"I heard that since Yan's mansion entered Jinling, it has been influenced by the style of Qinhuai. The Yan family's women have piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the Yan family's men have fought wine and practiced swords. I wonder if the King of Muhuai can give the mother herbal people a face and fight a jar of wine?" Luo Feiyu ignored him, but suddenly pushed the wine jar on the table, and the wine jar flew towards Yan Jingchen!

The wine jar rotated several times in the air, and the seal also floated out in the rotation. Yan Jingchen reached out to take the wine jar, looked at the clear wine in disgust, and almost without hesitation, he smashed it on the ground, splashing water.

"This wine has been soaked in the rain and is not clean." Yan Jingchen shirked.

"I was just thinking about your sword." Luo Feiyu listened to the sound of the broken wine jar, "But now you have wasted your wine, I want to kill you."

"The pupil technique that can transform into sword light and the internal force of the sword vein that can absorb sword energy are all evil techniques that should not exist in the world." Yan Jingchen put away the oil paper umbrella and raised a barrier beside him to prevent the rain from hitting Hua Shang. "Yan is also very interested in Master Luo's life."

"Why do they all say it's evil magic after they learned about my martial arts?" Luo Feiyu seemed to be talking to himself, then raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Yan Jingchen's eyes narrowed, and the Muhuai sword quietly unsheathed, "My ancestor of Yan's family used the 'Muhuai Three Swords' to retreat from the attack of the people of the Jianghu. No matter whether you have evil skills or three heads and six arms, why not try these three swords?"

The Three Swords of Muhuai, as its name suggests, have only three swords in the entire sword technique, but they are extremely sad and elegant. But under the sad and elegant, they are cold and domineering. Even a hundred years ago, Gu Tianlan, the leader of the Yunjian Sect, the leader of the Yanyu Sect, and Feng Chen, the leader of the Wulin, died under these three swords one after another!

Luo Feiyu did not comment. But at this moment, he saw the face of Mu Huai Sword clearly.

The hilt of the Muhuai Sword is like a dead branch, with only a few remaining plum blossoms blooming. The sword edge is pale and sad, and the whole sword is like snow covered with a plum blossom. The sword is like a faint fragrance floating, extremely elegant.

"Good sword." Luo Feiyu smiled disdainfully, as if he did not take Yan Jingchen and Mu Huai sword seriously at all, "but, it is about to break here."

Luo Feiyu suddenly threw the empty wine jar at Yan Jingchen, but the wine jar was instantly poked by the tip of Mu Huai's sword. After the desolate sword intent passed over the fragments, each small fragment seemed to have a plum blossom blooming proudly in the drizzle. However, after a moment, it withered quietly and withered, and the faint fragrance floated faintly, extremely desolate. On the withered plums, sad wisps of smoke rose, slowly gathered for a sword energy and slashed towards Luo Feiyu.

"The scattered into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same." Yan Jingchen said coldly, "The first sword, the plum blossoms are poured into mud."

The plum blossoms bloom and the plum blossoms are sad, and then turn into a sword with sadness. This is the sword path of the Sword of the Snow Mu, Mu Huai!

Luo Feiyu suddenly raised his foot and kicked the table upwards, blocking the sword energy. The table suddenly split into pieces and the wood chips scattered. Then he pulled out the iron sword, swung the wood chips, and rushed towards Yan Jingchen.

"Do you want to appreciate your own sword?" Luo Feiyu said proudly.

Yan Jingchen was shocked. He saw that the flying wood chips actually bloomed on it, and then withered in an instant, slowly condensed from a miserable white sword energy on the iron sword in Luo Feiyu's hand. When it was completely condensed, it suddenly swung down.

It was the first sword of the Three Swords of Muhuai that he had just used, and the plum blossoms were turned into mud!

However, for some reason, Luo Feiyu was not very skilled in this move or some reason, the sword slashed the sky. Yan Jingchen hurriedly dodged, turned around suddenly, jumped up, and sent a sword to Luo Feiyu in the air.

"The second sword of the three swords in Muhuai, Zhemei sends you to you."

As soon as this sword was released, the already desolate sword intent of Muhuai Sword became even more desolate, as if with the determination that never returns, the plum rain is easy to water, and the cold and stern. This sword sent out the plum blossoms, and it also sent out the murderous intent, and the person who received the plum blossoms had to die with hatred!

Luo Feiyu saw the bright blood-like plum blossom on Mu Huai Sword and was stunned for a moment, "Closing the plum blossom with blood!"

Just as Yan Jingchen turned around, he cut his fingers and flowed blood to Mu Huai's sword body. A plum blossom made of blood bloomed on the sword! Dancing!

Luo Feiyu hurriedly raised his sword and met Yan Jingchen's Mu Huai.

With a tingling sound, the simple iron sword in Luo Feiyu's hand was shocked by Yan Jingchen's delicate and small Mu Huai sword!

The next moment, Luo Feiyu felt a chill from the hilt of the sword to his hand, and then spread throughout his body from his hand. The skin on his body was frozen by the cold, and the frozen blood was extremely hot.

The plum blossoms on Yan Xue's micro sword were gone because the blood plum blossom had been mixed with the domineering and desolate internal force, and it was once again turned into blood and sent to Luo Feiyu's body.

Luo Feiyu took a few steps back, and the blood rays surged. He coughed up a mouthful of blood on the iron sword, and gasped and said a sarcastic sarcasm: "Where is the third sword?"

Yan Xuewei looked at the shaking figure and frowned: "You are not dead yet?"

Luo Feiyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled freely and said, "Yes, I'm very disappointed. The first two swords of Muhuai's three swords, is that?"

But beyond Luo Feiyu's expectations, Yan Jingchen did not get angry, but laughed, smiling brightly.

Luo Feiyu frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Jingchen smiled slightly and looked at Luo Feiyu, "I am laughing at you. Because you are young, you are about to see a sword that many people will never see in their entire lives. I am sincerely happy for you."

"Oh? Do you want to do something bad?" Luo Feiyu said stubbornly: "Do you want to give you money? How many copper coins?"

Yan Xuewei slowly raised the sword, causing a sword tide, which summoned the continuous drizzle to turn into a whirlpool. In the whirlpool, thousands of flowers slowly bloomed from plum blossoms.

This was an ordinary mist and rain in the late spring, but this sword tide gave it a new fate, condensed into thousands of plum blossoms, hovering in the air. Each flower is like an extremely unstable water droplet, as if it will dissipate in the next moment - but this short-lived plum blossom, as vivid as life, has unprecedented desolation.

Looking at the plum blossoms condensed from rain dancing wildly with the Muhuai sword tide, Yan Jingchen raised his lips gently, "I won't charge you money, just keep your life."

"This is..." Luo Feiyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I have only complained about this sword from the elders of my family and have never seen it with my own eyes." Yan Jingchen stared at the plum blossom rain all over the sky, "I need to pass the first two swords before I can swing this sword."

"Because this sword is enough to shoulder the immortal sword, and the ordinary water splash is enough to make the fairy flowers lose their face!" Yan Jingchen shouted loudly and turned the sword suddenly, which was shocked that the water-condensed plum blossoms surged: "The third sword of the three swords in the Muhuai, thousands of plums fell together!"

This sword was the one that killed the leader of the martial arts world! The ultimate brilliance disappeared in an instant, which was an indescribable beauty!

"As the master said, this sword technique is very beautiful." Luo Feiyu looked at the sky full of flowers and smiled with relief, "It's just that I'm very lucky. The first sword move I saw in Jiangnan this time is the most beautiful sword technique in the world. No matter how beautiful other sword techniques are, they will not be able to catch my eyes."

The figure hiding in the deep alley not far away was slightly stunned.

"Okay, I have won all the three swords of Muhuai, and it's not in vain that I'm here to stop you here." Luo Feiyu nodded slightly, and his original embarrassment seemed to be swept away at this moment.

At this moment, he was not like a fighter in a life-and-death struggle, but like a passenger who was enjoying plum blossoms in the forest. However, he was a passenger without public morality.

Because he wants to break plum blossoms.

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