High Court.

Murong Haoyue did not answer, but sat cross-legged, looking like she was sitting upright, and her hands were cross-legged on her legs.

And the red dust box was slowly opening, and a round of gossip was also condensed and formed on the box.

Yin Yinsanren was also shocked when he saw this: "Yao Sword Technique!"

Yao sword technique is the highest level of Wudang sword control. Under this sword technique, all things can be used as a guide, relying on thoughts to control the sword, without any warning, and it catches people off guard.

Yin Yin Sanren felt deeply frustrated at this moment. The sword technique he had been practicing for fifty years was learned by the young man in front of him who had only been in the art for twenty years!

Murong Haoyue's face was calm. There was no change in his appearance, but a sword that was as carved as ice as a knife flew out of the box.

"Qinghan, scatter." Murong Haoyue said lightly, and the ice sword broke open. For dozens of ice pieces, they rushed towards Yin Yin Sanren from different directions.

Yin Yin Sanren shouted loudly, and the three floating thunder swords quickly rotated around him, forming an airtight barrier. The ice chips touched the barrier and made a harsh sound.

At this time, a sword broke out from the red dust box again. The sword light was as gentle as the moon, but the sword was sharp and domineering.

"Bright moon, thorn."

The sword called the bright moon swept quickly, barely brushing the ice chips, and a slight sound was stirred, just like the sound of nature.

And the sword pierced through the gap in the thunder sword without any bias, cutting through Yin Yinsanren's cuffs, dripping blood.

Yin Yin Sanren shouted violently, and another thunder sword came out of the box, and the sword energy surged.

Murong Haoyue's face was calm and she said again: "Nothing."

A nearly transparent sword flew out. If it weren't for the shadows remaining on the ground, it would be impossible to find its trace. The collision between the nothingness and the thunder sword would be difficult to resolve for a moment.

The light and cold sometimes gather and disperse, and sometimes collide with the bright moon, which seems to have no offensive meaning.

It's like playing a song.

Su Nansheng listened silently, and was a little confused.

This is clearly a song I taught him five years ago.

"Zhe Gui Order." Su Nansheng murmured.

Only when you don’t miss you in your life will you get to know each other and will cause you to miss you.

If it weren't for the practice of the process, it would be difficult to play such a soft song.

"This is the first song you taught me back then."

"I miss you very much over the years, so I often play this song to express my lovesickness in my heart." Murong Haoyue suddenly said.

Su Nansheng chuckled, "What do you mean is this song of lovesickness?"

Murong Haoyue was stunned, "Isn't it?"

Su Nansheng smiled and shook his head, reached out and pulled down the red silk tied around his waist. The tightly tied wedding dress immediately bloomed like a delicate flower, dragging it to the ground long.

What blooms at the same time is a soft sword under the red silk, decorated with cloud patterns, as soft as a beauty without bones.

Murong Haoyue said: "Yun Yi."

The soft sword was called by the master for a long time, and trembled with joy, and then fell into Su Nansheng's hand. Su Nansheng kept hovering the sword in his hand, and turned into a slender silk string, with one end of the string coiling on her left wrist.

Su Nansheng gently put his right hand on his back, and a few notes popped out gently.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, and the energy is like a wandering spring.

Murong Haoyue exclaimed: "It sounds nice."

Su Nansheng said softly: "In fact, this song not only expresses lovesickness, but also expresses the girl's love affair and her heart is turbulent."

Murong Haoyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Okay."

Su Nansheng's face turned slightly red and he also smiled.

Suddenly, thunder suddenly rose, like a winding snake crawling towards the two of them, shattering the floor along the road.

Murong Haoyue quickly set off another sword and forced the lightning back.

Yin Yin Sanren had escaped the entanglement of the Sword of Nothingness and looked at the two of them coldly, "I don't mind sending you two to hell and forming a pair of desperate mandarin ducks. Thunder rises!"

Thunder rolled, condensed and surged from the thunder box.

"Light cold, bright moon, nothingness, kill." Murong Haoyue controlled three swords and stabbed them.

"Sanyao sword control technique? What can I do?" Yin Yin Sanren shouted loudly, and two more thunder swords rose up. Adding three outside, there were five in total. Lightning roared continuously, and they shot the three swords back.

Yao Sword Art, Wu Yao Realm!

Wudangyao sword technique, classified into Liuyao:

The realm of the first line: All things first emerge, and thousands of difficulties are the first.

The realm of the second line: All things come out and grow rapidly.

The realm of the three lines: all things are hard, and the wind and rain are like darkness.

The realm of the four lines: all things are confused and they reach the sky in an instant.

The realm of the fifth line: all things are stable and the sky is in full swing.

Every time you cross a line, the overall strength of sword control will increase by a factor of twice, and once the six lines come out, you can reach the end of the sword control technique. At that time, you can reach the realm of no sword in your hand and no self in your heart. The sword control will be endless and endless, which is the ultimate of all things. However, almost no one has been able to reach this realm throughout history.

And the head of the Wudang Sword Box and the fifth line have the power of the six-line Heavenly Dao!

But Murong Haoyue was not afraid, "Get up."

The three swords intertwined each other in the air, and they seemed to be crazy, attacking the thunder in irregularities.

Even Su Nansheng calmed down and began to play tacitly. If someone who understands the rhythm is standing here, you can hear that the rhythm of the rhythm played by Su Nansheng can actually match Murong Haoyue's chaotic sword posture.

Sometimes it is like a golden sword and an iron horse that crosses thousands of mountains, sometimes it is like a stormy waves stacking up hundreds of layers of waves, sometimes it is like a soft moon.

Xiao Haochen, who was sleeping on the ground, quietly opened his eyes, "This rhythm..."

Su Nansheng pulled the wrist and slowly picked it up with his slender fingers, rubbed it with his back of his hand, and changed it freely.

Five years ago, the tacit understanding of playing the songs on the shore day and night has not yet gone far away, and Murong Haoyue also played Su Nansheng's play and quickly changed the sword.

Xiao Haochen has been locked in Wudang Mountain for many years and has been familiar with the ancient books in the Wudang Mountain Library. He quickly heard the rhythm, "Pipa Demonic Voice!"

Xiao Haochen looked up slightly and glanced at the battle situation.

Under the guidance of this rhythm, Murong Haoyue actually did not lose the disadvantage in front of Yin Yinsanren's sword force that was almost in the way of heaven.

Xiao Haochen felt a stern: "She is just a singer, how could she be a magical sound of the pipa?"

The Pipa Demon Voice is said to be created by the queen of the previous dynasty. The queen of the previous dynasty was originally just an inconspicuous palace maid. She relied on this rhythm to peek into the emperor's heart and then climbed to the queen's throne. Later, she was cracked by the national teacher of the dynasty as the emperor. However, the queen used this rhythm to peek into the heart, which not only saved the crime of beheading, but also in turn made the national teacher accused of being accused of being accused.

When the national master walked onto the guillotine, the queen actually smiled. This smile made the emperor fascinated. The dynasty that had stood for hundreds of years also declined in this smile, and this rhythm was therefore called "demon".

This rhythm seems to be out of order, but it contains mystery: those who practice this rhythm can see the person's thoughts every moment, and then play them through the rhythm. Those who understand the rhythm can interpret the meaning she wants to express. And Murong Haoyue is familiar with Su Nansheng's music, so she naturally understands the flaws of Yin Yin Sanren's moves from her rhythm.

Xiao Haochen hurriedly buried his head, "It's interesting."

Seeing that he had opened the fifth line realm and could only fight with the person in front of him, Yin Yin San couldn't help but feel confused and even more angry. In the end, he lost his move and was defeated three steps back.

"Break!" Murong Haoyue took advantage of the victory and chased, led the sword to catch up, and broke two thunder swords again!

The Zixiao Thunder Box, known as the head of the Wudang Sword Box, Murong Haoyue broke out five of them, leaving only four of them!

Murong Haoyue collected the sword and prepared to set out the next sword, "You are at the end of your strength."

"The Red Dust Box is indeed as its name. Once you enter the Red Dust, who will tell the world that it is impermanent?" Yin Yin Sanren sneered, lowered the Thunder Box, and placed it in front of him. "But, the mortal weapon is just an mortal weapon after all."

Murong Haoyue frowned.

"The Zixiao Thunder Box leads the sky thunder to create a sword edge. How can it be comparable to an ordinary weapon like you!" Yin Yin Sanren reached into the box.

Murong Haoyue suddenly remembered something, felt cold in her heart, and hurriedly drew out the sword and cut off Yin Yin Sanren's arm.

However, it was too late. Although his arm was cut off, he was holding a talisman in his hand.

PS: Chapter 50 Thank you for your support, the humble author will continue to work hard!
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