Chapter 320: Jianxin

"It's you who will die!"
Mu Yun smiled sadly, stepping out, and a dark figure appeared quietly in the eighth layer of the soul altar under him.
The dark figure looked terrifying, but when you looked closely, it was a sword shadow.
The sword shadow seemed to exist, seemed to dissipate, and obviously seemed to collapse, but it gave people a strong cohesion.
"Sword...heart!"
Seeing this scene, Xing Huaiyu's expression changed, and he took a step back in a hurry.
It's just that the dark sword shadow, like a tarsus maggot, directly kills Xinghuaiyu without stopping at all.
Under that sword, Xing Huaiyu was completely stunned. He had no idea how to avoid it.
Jianxin!
It is the power beyond the sword power. The sound that the swordsman dreams of is the sword heart, the swordsman who understands the sword heart, kills invisible, and even defeats the sword without a sword, the power of a sword, fights with the sky, fights with the earth, and the momentum amazing.
If the sword intent is the combination of the martial artist with his own understanding of the sword, the combination of man and the sword, then the sword power is the combination of the martial artist and the world, relying on the general trend of the world.
And Jianxin, it is the warrior who controls the general trend of the world, uses the general trend of the world for his own use, and moves with him.
At this moment, Mu Yun seemed to find the location of Jianxin. In the eighth layer of the soul altar under his feet, a sword shadow passed by, and a powerful pressure swept away.
That Xing Huaiyu became completely psychedelic, his whole body seemed to be completely imprisoned, and he watched the virtual sword pass through his body motionless.
With a puff sounded, Xing Huaiyu stood there, motionless.
A gust of breeze blew, and Xing Huaiyu's eyes widened, staring at the sky with unwillingness, anger, and shock.
How could he be willing to die in Mu Yun's hands like this!
"Seven brothers!"
Seeing this scene, Xing Buluan was completely shocked.
Mu Yun's soul altar was broken and then stood, casting the eighth-layer soul altar, but who ever thought that when the eight-layer soul altar was cast, Mu Yun actually realized the ethereal and emptiness of the supreme swordsman.
Compared with sword power, Jianxin is no longer controlled by the world, but controlled by the swordsman.
"Stars are not burning, what the are you doing!"
At this moment, Yun Shengkong suddenly shouted.
It was an accident that Xing Miekong was killed by Lei Zhu, but this Xing Huaiyu was killed by Mu Yun with a single sword. What the was this?
The powerhouse of the three big one-turn realm is actually not an opponent of a Nirvana eight-fold realm martial artist?
"Old stuff, shut up!"
Xing Bulu was also burning with anger at the moment, everything happened too suddenly, and he didn't react, which made Mu Yun take advantage of the loophole.
It's just that now that he is reacting, can he kill Mu Yun?
"waste!"
Yun Shengkong shouted angrily, leaving Mu Qingyu aside, killing him directly.
The peerless powerhouses of the Ten Great Three Ranks stage besieged and killed Mu Qingyu and his son, but now they are two dead.
This Seven Star Gate person is really a waste!
"Mu Yun, it's amazing to get the mood of Jianxin by fluke!" Yun Shengkong was holding the Poxu Sword in his hand, looking at Mu Yun with murderous intent.
"However, you probably don't know, my Yun family's methods, right?"
Yun Shengkong let out a low cry, and slammed directly out. The virtual sword in his hand, if looming, disappeared in his hand, and then appeared again.
Such changes are simply wonderful.
Cang...
Yun Shengkong watched as he was about to approach Mu Yun, and suddenly, at the soul altar under Mu Yun's feet, a black long sword appeared and was directly held in Mu Yun's hand.
The black long sword looked the same as the Black Abyss sword, but it seemed to have some illusory expressions.
"The Poxu Sword is my Yun family's treasure, do you think it's just this change?" Yun Shengkong's expression was cold, and his sword fell.
The sound of chucking sounded, and countless sword auras scattered directly like a mad dragon flying.
A crackling sound sounded, Mu Yun raised his palm, and the illusory Black Abyss Sword stood in front of him as if it were materialized.
Simple block without any fancy.
The clanging sound sounded, Mu Yun raised his sword in front, that illusory sword aura was actually unable to break through his defense.
It was such a sword, but it blocked all the attacks.
It seems so unreal.
"Okay, very good, Mu Yun, you are great, but unfortunately, no matter how great you are, can you save them?"
Yun Shengkong's eyes were full of killing intent.
He also didn't know why, after Mu Yun stepped into the eighth stage of Nirvana, he realized that Jian Xin had actually changed his defense to such a perverted level.
Yun Shengkong sneered and looked down, where everyone in the Yun League stubbornly resisted the attacks of the Demon Race and the Seven Star Gate.
However, this resistance looks so pale and helpless.
Even if he touched the edge of Jianxin, how could he save all the people of the Yun League under these circumstances.
There, there are his apprentices, his friends, and his former friends.
Everything seems so beautiful, but the beauty that is about to be destroyed is nothing!
"I think you can protect a few people!"
Yun Shengkong's face was cold, he stepped out, and the Poxu Sword drew down.
boom……
In an instant, the sword fell, and the entire area below East Cloud City was sneered and sneered. Hundreds of warriors were contaminated by the sword, and they were instantly burned with black arrogance and screamed.
"The cloud rises into the sky!"
Mu Yun let out a low cry, watching Yun rise into the sky with a fierce look in his eyes.
"What? Distressed?"
"Do you think that I dare not act against you?"
Mu Yun shouted: "I can't kill you today. If Mu Yun leaves, in the future, your Yun family will never dream of a peaceful day."
"Don't scare me anymore. If you are really willing to leave, you wouldn't be willing to prefer the soul altar to burst and fight to death instead of leaving East Cloud City."
Yun Shengkong sneered and said: "I tell you, martial artist, what you should have is a determined heart, a heart of killing, not a compassionate feeling, you are wrong, you care about these ants too much."
"In order to become a strong man, even if his hands are stained with blood from all his friends and relatives, what about?"
Watching the cloud rise into the sky, Mu Yun smiled slightly and shook his head.
"It seems you still don't understand."
"Wrong, you don't understand!"
Mu Yun smiled slightly, with a trace of determination on his face.
Nine nine-day thunder orbs, exploding the star to destroy the sky consumes one, and now there are eight left.
What can eight nine-day thunder beads do?
Can do many things!
In Mu Yun's eyes, the breath of desperate struggle burst out.
If these eight nine-day thunder orbs explode, they might be able to kill the old fox Yun Shengkong, but the tens of thousands of powerful opponents below it are really beyond the Yun League's ability to contend.
Therefore, Mu Yun stepped out and came directly to the front of the battle between the two armies.
"What does he want to do?"
Seeing Mu Yun rushing out, Xing Buluan immediately shouted.
"Trash, what do you say she wants to do? Stop him!"
Seeing Mu Yun rushing out, Yun Shengkong felt a bad premonition and his heart trembled.
It's just that Mu Yun relied on the sword heart's intention that he had just understood, and he was so fast that he couldn't catch up with the star without burning his full strength.
At this moment, the people of the Yun League were forced to stay outside the Xiaoyue Hall, struggling to support, and the entire East Cloud City and outside the city wall, the 200,000 demon army and nearly 10,000 Seven Star Gate Nirvana realm powerhouses, all killed Dongyun. In the city.
It is easy to see the gap between the two fronts.
The Yun League was struggling to support it, and it was already forced to a dead end by the Demon Race and the Seven Star Gate.
These dead ends, they can only rely on the lonely Xiaoyue Hall, but at this moment, everyone is unwilling to retreat, because in front of them, Mu Yun is still fighting!
"All return to Xiaoyue Hall!"
"No, we won't retreat!" Geng Xinyu shouted with a grim expression: "In the Nanyun Empire, we saw you buried in Leiyin Valley for three years. We all thought you were dead. This time, we Even if you die, you don't want to endure the pain, Teacher Mu!"
This pastoral teacher made everyone's heart tremble.
At this moment, Geng Xinyu's burly body, nearly two meters tall, couldn't help shaking.
"Master, let's have a life and die... let's die together!"
"Shit!"
Looking at Mo Yang and the others, Mu Yun said with a smile: "Who said that I will accompany you to die? The war has not reached the final step, so why die? You want to die, I don't want to!"
"Instructor Pastor..."
"Go back all, there is no time to explain to you."
Mu Yun's words fell, and his figure flashed before disappearing in front of the hall.
When Mo Yang and others heard this, they looked at each other and nodded fiercely.
Seeing everyone in the Yun League retreat toward Xiaoyue Hall, Mu Yun smiled slightly, but the corners of his mouth were a bit bitter.
His figure keeps lingering between the Demon Race and the Seven-Star Martial Artist, is it right to kill two Nirvana Martial Artists?
However, the star is not burning and the cloud rises into the sky after chasing, and for a while, it is impossible to stop him.
"Xiao Nianzhang, what do you want to do?" Yun Shengkong shouted angrily: "Do you think it will be fine if you let them hide in Xiaoyue Hall? The old man shook them to death!"
That cloud lifted into the sky and looked at Mu Yun, and shouted angrily.
"People of that old age are so easy to get angry, and they are not afraid of cerebral palsy!" Mu Yun suddenly turned around, stopped in place, and watched Yun rise into the sky.
"What do you want to do?"
"Look at there, there, and there."
Mu Yun pointed in eight directions in a row, and those eight directions almost covered the entire Xiaoyue Hall. At the same time, they also covered the surrounding demon army and the warriors of the Seven Star Gate.
"What do you want to do?"
Yun lifted into the sky, uncertain, looking at Mu Yun.
At any time, he would never underestimate Mu Yun, and his contempt for Mu Yun would most likely lose his own life.
"Don't understand? Then be optimistic, there, there, there... eight places, there may be a bang, bursting apart, the entire Eastern Cloud City, no longer exists!"
"Certainly stubborn!" Xing Buluan chased up at this moment, looking at Mu Yun and shouted: "Mu Yun, don't pretend to be here, your nine-day thunder bead, in the nine-day thunder and thunder sea, can only form one in a thousand years. You can get one, that's not bad!"
"Oops!"
Yun Shengkong's expression suddenly changed when he heard the words of the unburned star.
The nine-day real thunder just appeared at the seal of the Saint bird gate for nine thousand years. There were nine nine-day thunder beads, and Mu Yun had nine, and just detonated one, which directly caused the power of Xing Miekong in the three-turn realm. The person died.
There are eight left...
"withdraw!"
A roar instantly spread throughout Eastern Cloud City.