Five days later. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is October 18, and there are still five days left before the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

The whole capital has begun to become more and more lively, countless martial arts people have poured into the capital, no matter which tavern you go to now, the most heard will definitely be the news about the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City in five days.

And just this morning, Bai Xiaosheng of Wanshilou has announced the list of several people who hold the gold medal of the decisive victory, among them, Mu Xiaojiu is impressively on the list.

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On October 17, at noon, the sun was shining.

On a certain section of Qinglong Street in Beijing, Pan Shuilu stopped moving forward.

Because Mu Xiaojiu was standing ten steps in front of him and called out his name.

"But Huashan sent Brother Pan Shuilu to face him?" Mu Xiaojiu changed into a green shirt, carrying a wine gourd in his hand, and a hole flute pinned to his waist, looking at Pan Shuilu with a smile.

Since winning the decisive gold medal, Pan Shuilu doesn't know how many people have harassed him, and when he saw Mu Xiaojiu at this time, he naturally knew it in his heart.

He glanced at Mu Xiaojiu twice, then directly pulled out his sword, and pointed at Mu Xiaojiu with the tip of the sword, "In the capital, whoever wins the gold medal needs to accept the challenge of any player unconditionally, and the people of the Six Gates and the Shenhou Mansion have no right to ask, so let's do it directly." ”

Mu Xiaojiu smiled, "Brother Pan is a refreshing person, since this is the case, then I am not welcome." ”

The tourists on the street seemed to feel the sense of murder between the two, and they all avoided a distance, and even many vendors began to move their stalls.

Mu Xiaojiu hung the wine gourd on his waist, first nodded at Pan Shuilu, and then took a step towards Pan Shuilu.

That's right, without using light skills or running, Mu Xiaojiu walked towards Pan Shuilu step by step.

Mu Xiaojiu walked unhurriedly like this, but it annoyed Pan Shuilu, he snorted coldly, the sword trick in his left hand was drawn, and the long sword was swung behind him with his right hand, and he stepped on Kui Xingbu, and the whole person rushed straight towards Mu Xiaojiu.

The distance between the two people was rapidly narrowed under Pan Shuilu's swift steps, but in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was less than three steps!

Pan Shuilu's body stopped suddenly, and the long sword in his right hand drew a loop on the side of his body, slashing diagonally towards Mu Xiaojiu's left arm from bottom to top.

Between stillness and movement, this Jiancheng can be described as extraordinary, attracting a burst of applause from the people around who stopped to watch.

Before the applause stopped, I saw Mu Xiaojiu suddenly take a step forward, his right hand suddenly deepened, and the speed was extremely fast, and he was the last to come first, and he grabbed Pan Shuilu's wrist when Pan Shuilu's sword was still in mid-air.

Pan Shuilu wanted to break free, but found that Mu Xiaojiu's right hand was like an iron tong, and it actually grabbed him tightly, making him unable to move for a while.

At the same time, Mu Xiaojiu's left hand also moved, this time it seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast, and it went straight to Pan Shuilu's Shenque acupoint. Pan Shuilu knew that if he was hit this time, he was afraid that he would be wasted, so he didn't dare to be careless about the accident, so he hurriedly blocked it with his left hand.

Mu Xiaojiu saw that he had not finished the attack, and still wanted to move again, but he didn't prevent Pan Shuilu from kicking out with his feet, and in desperation, he could only withdraw first.

"Shh As Pan Shuilu kicked out, the surrounding spectators booed disdainfully.

Pan Shuilu also knew that his foot was really out of line with the morality of the rivers and lakes, and it was inevitable that he would fall into the hands of others, and his face was naturally a little unbearable, but at this time, it was not the time to think about those who had and didn't. Now that he has lost face, the only way to regain face is naturally to kill Mu Xiaojiu.

However, now Pan Shuilu has also understood, it is obvious that Mu Xiaojiu is different from the players he defeated before, Mu Xiaojiu is more than a step higher than those people, if he still wants to defeat Mu Xiaojiu by relying on Yangwu swordsmanship, it is basically impossible.

Therefore, Pan Shuilu moved again, this time it was still starting with Yangwu's swordsmanship, but it was no longer sharpened, but it was turned into a pick, and a sword was picked at Mu Xiaojiu's throat.

Mu Xiaojiu frowned, his right hand suddenly came out, and he put it on Pan Shuilu's sword, and was about to use his strength to shake off his long sword, but found that the strength of the other party's sword was actually surging.

In an instant, Mu Xiaojiu reacted, although this one seemed to be a sword technique of raising my mind, it was actually a move Taiyue Sanqingfeng!

Sure enough, when I saw Pan Shuilu's long sword shook, Mu Xiaojiu, who was not prepared, took a step back, and then, with a shake of Pan Shuilu's right wrist, the long sword shook out two sword shadows in mid-air, looking like the sword was split into two.

These two sword shadows, in fact, are extremely fast two swords, but because Pan Shuilu's research on this sword is not enough, he can only stab out two swords. If this Taiyue Sanqing Peak can be cultivated to the peak realm, this sword can be turned into three, and if it goes further, after reaching the realm of harmony, the sword shadows over there can be raised one after another.

Mu Xiaojiu faced this style of Taiyue Sanqing Peak, and indeed did not retreat but advanced, only to see him take two steps forward, and with each step, he raised his hand and brushed the sword shadow. After the second step was settled, Mu Xiaojiu had already squeezed Pan Shuilu's long sword firmly in his hand.

Pan Shuilu's Taiyue Sanqing Peak was broken so easily, not only Pan Shuilu was a little surprised, but even the surrounding onlookers were a little surprised.

"What? Taiyue Sanqing Peak was broken like this? I'll go, who the hell is this kid! ”

"Wait! Dressed in green clothes, with a wine gourd and a hole flute, should he be a ......?"

"I'll go, it seems to be that Mu Xiaojiu!"

"Teacher, I'm going to Peach Blossom Island!"

He didn't pay any attention to the discussions of the people around him, because Mu Xiaojiu already felt a strong sense of crisis.

Although when he took over this Taiyue Sanqing Peak, Pan Shuilu himself was a little surprised, but it was just surprise, and after the surprise, Pan Shuilu actually laughed.

As if he had suddenly thought of something, Mu Xiaojiu hurriedly let go of his right hand and retreated sharply.

Just when the surrounding onlookers who were eating melons were still unclear, a trace of killing intent flashed in Pan Shuilu's eyes, and he quickly stabbed out with a sword, directly hitting Mu Xiaojiu's heart.

This sword is not only extremely fast, but also the internal force contained in it should not be underestimated, as soon as this sword came out, it actually brought a slight scream in the air.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? That doesn't seem to be a small power. Someone asked suspiciously.

Suddenly, a middle-aged and elegant man in the crowd spoke: "This sword is called the Deadly Serial Three Immortal Sword, and it is a superior swordsmanship of my Huashan faction. ”

"Deadly Serial Three Immortal Swords? The name is quite domineering......" The man who asked the question earlier muttered a few words, and then arched his hand at the elegant middle-aged man to express his gratitude.

The elegant middle-aged man waved his hand with a smile, and said to the person behind him with a smug face: "This Peach Blossom Island disciple surnamed Mu also has two strokes, but his martial arts are a little complicated, and it seems that it is not just the number of Peach Blossom Island. Especially the light work, it looks very charming. It's a pity that this deadly serial three immortal swords are hugely powerful, and the sword has no return, gushing endlessly, and the three swords are called out of the sword at will. Although the cultivation of water green can only make three swords in a row, but three swords should be enough. ”

A cute and cute woman beside him nodded, "Daddy said yes, but Senior Brother Pan can already use the three swords?" He's coming in quickly. ”

The elegant middle-aged man bowed slightly, "Shui Lu is indeed one of the more powerful players in this group of player disciples, both in terms of qualification and understanding, but it is a pity that the heart is a little ruthless and eager, and some are too aggressive, and the fame and fortune are too strong." ”

In the field, Mu Xiaojiu's situation was already a little critical.

Pan Shuilu's "Deadly Serial Three Immortal Sword" is indeed powerful, extremely fast, extremely powerful, and indomitable.

Seeing that he had retreated far away, Mu Xiaojiu could only make up his mind to gamble. I saw him turn sideways, let go of the sword, and then put his hands out together, and slapped the sword seven times in a row, which shook the sword away, but Mu Xiaojiu's hands had already begun to tremble. Especially his left hand, the arrow wound had already cracked open again, and blood was slowly flowing down the sleeve.

But this is not over, I saw Pan Shuilu's long sword shake and retract, and then another sword stabbed out quickly. And this time this sword is half a point faster than the previous one, and it is still superior in power.

Mu Xiaojiu gritted his teeth, he could completely avoid the previous sword with Ling Bo's micro-steps, but this time it was a little difficult to avoid it.

Although he had recuperated for three or four days, in fact, the injuries on his left arm and back had not yet fully healed, and the internal injuries in his body were still dragging him down, making all his martial arts, including Ling Bo Weibu, less than sixty percent of their power. Otherwise, if he fought with Pan Shuilu without any damage, how could he be so embarrassed? How could Dacheng's Ling Bo Weibu not be able to avoid this deadly series of three immortal swords?

It's a pity that time waits for no one, seeing that the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City is getting closer and closer, otherwise he will definitely have to wait until two or three days later, and then come to win the decisive gold medal after his injury is healed.

However, just because you're injured doesn't mean you can't win!

Mu Xiaojiu gritted his teeth, suddenly stopped retreating, and then lowered his body slightly, and met his left shoulder with Pan Shuilu's long sword.

With a soft sound, Pan Shuilu's sword directly pierced through Mu Xiaojiu's left shoulder.

Pan Shuilu smiled, and Mu Xiaojiu also smiled, but the elegant middle-aged man outside the venue was shocked, "Oh no, Shuilu is going to lose." ”

I saw that Mu Xiaojiu ignored the injury, suddenly took a step forward and approached Pan Shuilu again, and the wound on his shoulder was also a little worse because of this step forward, and the blood soaked his clothes in an instant.

But at the same moment, in Pan Shuilu's panicked gaze, Mu Xiaojiu also stretched out his right hand to his neck.

Then, hold on!

"Bold! Hugh is presumptuous! ”