"I am worthy of being unparalleled in the world, it's really crazy!"

Mu Qinghuo smiled faintly and said, "But that's true. If I could achieve this at your age, I would probably dare to go to the holy land!"

"It's just a pity that you and I have come from the same source. Alas, if you came from my Luoyang Mu family, what an honor would it be? Today I would not have wanted to kill you here with my own hands!"

When the two were a hundred feet apart, the turbulent river water suddenly calmed down.

"Mu Laojiu, just based on what you said today, you are dead. I will let your three direct descendants of the Mu family in Luoyang return to Luoyang. I will do what I say!" Mu Feiqing said.

"Hahahaha," Mu Qinghuo laughed and said, "Just like this to Mr. Feiqing, you are dead today, and I will also guarantee that the Gusu Mu family's bloodline will last for a hundred years!"

After saying that, Mu Qingmer suddenly rushed to the river, and the long sword on his back suddenly unsheathed, slashed out with one sword, and layered ripples of air clouds visible to the naked eye appeared behind him. A water roll rushed out from the bottom of the river, planting the old man like a god jumped a hundred feet, and then fell down with a sword.

That sword, like nine heavens,

Nothing too gorgeous,

There aren't many shocking things,

Just a sword, there was a lot of drizzle.

However, just as it was about to fall back to the river, the dense drizzle suddenly turned into small flying swords.

It can be said that sword rain fell from the sky to take life.

Take action, there is a move of death without life.

Faced with this killer move, Mu Feiqing abandoned his boat and entered the water. A pair of cloud boots splashed ripples on the river surface, slipping backwards and floating straight into the center of the canyon. With the power of stepping on it, the surging river water suddenly stopped. Only when his figure settled did he resume his rushing momentum.

The sword rain fell, and the boat turned into shattered wood chips. Mu Qingmer fell on the bamboo pole again and said, "Young Master Feiqing is known as the best sword cultivator in the world. Why can't I, the hundred-year-old man, dare not take the sword?"

Mu Feiqing's light skills were not very good. He stepped on the river and sank half a foot. The river water did not pass through the leg ring, and he said slowly: "You don't have to provoke me. It's not that I dare not take your sword, but you also said that I am the number one sword cultivator in the world. You are the only one, I'm afraid I'm not worthy of my sword drawing!"

As soon as the words were finished, suddenly, the river surging,

The entire river is centered on Mu Feiqing, and the radius is hundreds of feet long. It suddenly seems that water in the pot is boiling and constantly surging. A huge vortex suddenly appears, and the water of the turbulent river suddenly flows into the middle strangely, as if a sinkhole suddenly appears in the center of the river, constantly absorbing water.

Mu Feiqing's expression moved, and his body was completely restricted at that moment. A huge suction force was clearly felt at the soles of his feet that were immersed in the water.

Suddenly, the huge vortex shrank rapidly and soon became a vortex that was only half a foot in size. The rotational force became extremely powerful. Mu Feiqing's clothes were smashed, and his body was washed away by the river water. The river water flowed, which was sharper than an ordinary long sword.

"Come on the sword!"

Mu Feiqing suddenly roared,

The snow sword, which had been swept away by the river, suddenly broke out of the water, and a ray of light suddenly floated out of the sword body, turning into sword energy. The sword energy hit the vortex like a rainbow, and it was like an egg hitting a stone, shattering and bursting into water splashes in the sky.

The vortex stopped for a moment,

Mu Feiqing took the opportunity to escape and soared into the air. Her whole body was soaked. Her white clothes were ragged. Her feather crown fell on her head and she was missing. She held the snow sword with her hair disheveled.

The moment I held the sword,

Mu Feiqing lifted his right hand up, and the river water was pulled out by a roll of water several meters thick. The entire river surface seemed to sink at that moment, and it seemed to pull up the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

"Yangtze River Dragon King, I will make you turn into a Yangtze River loach!"

Mu Feiqing was angry at this time.

Although he does not have any quirks like cleanliness, as the world's number one beauty, he has always paid great attention to his image. He just didn't notice it for a moment and actually said that he was so embarrassed that he was really angry.

As the saying goes, blood can flow and the head can break, and the hairstyle cannot be messy.

Now not only is the hairstyle messy, but the custom-made clothes that cost a thousand taels of silver are also torn, which is simply unbearable!

He was able to do this in the river and almost capsized his ship. There were no people in the world. Now, there was only one Yangtze River Dragon King Han Shan.

Sure enough, just as he drew the river with his sword,

A man suddenly appeared in the water roll, holding a spear in his hand and stabbed it out along the water roll. It was very fast and it was difficult to find hidden in the water. At the same time, Mu Qingmer stepped on the bamboo pole and flew up. A long sword, like lightning, flashed through the canyon.

Mu Feiqing suddenly became a sign of tightness, and he drew a circle with one hand, which prompted the majestic water roll to lead the pulled river water in another direction. At the same time, he reached out with the other hand.

Han Shan, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, was hidden in the water, and was pulled off the track by Mu Feiqing's water-drawing move. The spear's killing move passed Mu Feiqing.

And Mu Feiqing poked out with a sword,

In the air, another sword seemed to break through the space,

"Chain"

A sword sounded through the sky.

The two of them passed by immediately after touching each other.

Neither of them did their best in this sword. This was the first time that two swordsmen had confronted each other head-on.

Mu Qinghuo did not dare to fight to the death, because he wanted to test Mu Feiqing's strength, but Mu Feiqing did not fight to the death because it was not yet time. In addition, there were two extremes in the world hidden in the secret. If he fought to the death at this time, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

Just a touch,

But Mu Feiqing dared not enter the river again.

The reason why the Yangtze River Dragon King Han Shan is called the Yangtze River Dragon King is not because of the Cao Gang, but because of the respectful title of the world to him. In the Yangtze River, he is the Dragon King.

When he was in the Grandmaster realm, he was able to defend the huge Cao Gang because Han Shan was on the river, and fighting over the ranks was no problem. If Mu Feiqing went down the river at this time, he would really be asking for trouble. When he met just now, he suffered a lot.

He used the strength to lean on the green mountains on both sides of the straits, stepped on the crooked tree, and took a big breath.

He claims to be unparalleled in swordsmanship, and can fight the world with the highest level.

However, the simple battle just now made him feel pressured. If he was a superficial master of the world, he could fight to the death. But now that the two of them took action at the same time, they were completely at a disadvantage. It was only a matter of time before they failed, not to mention that there were two superficial masters who could come out at any time.

Thinking of this, Mu Feiqing's pressure suddenly increased.

Fortunately, with the skills of the empty city strategy, he doesn't have to worry about not having enough true energy. If he fights the war of attrition, he can kill the world, but the point is that no one is willing to fight the war of attrition with him.

The test has passed,

Next, it’s a killer move!

As soon as Mu Qingmer fell from the river, he drew his sword and rose up instantly, carrying the mighty power of heaven, carrying a section of the Yangtze River behind him turned into a shocking sword and slashed!

At the same time, two figures suddenly appeared on both sides of the canyon, and two other figures were the highest in the world. Three people directly blocked the three directions. If Mu Feiqing wanted to hide, he could only choose one choice—
Chapter completed!