"The internal skills and martial arts routines that my junior sister has always been her own Bibo Heart Sutra. She did not learn the martial arts of my Emei Sect. I think it was because the master respected the mysterious woman who sent her to Emei at the time!

Now it seems that the junior sister has not practiced my Emei technique, which seems to have caught the enemy off guard and beat Shan Tianming without any defense!" Ding Minjun, who was already injured, forced herself to support her body, stood up and leaned on the stone pillar behind her, always caring about the junior sister on the field and the strong enemy Shan Tianming.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think anxiously: "Elder Qingming was injured a few days ago, and the disciples who rushed to Wudang and Shaolin would have to return for two or three days. It seems that my Emei Sect has really encountered a great disaster!"

At this moment, Murong Yan, who was slightly closed his eyebrows and calmly playing the cold jade flute, stopped, looked at the black mask in front of him soaked in sweat, and stood there in a daze, with his eyes as if he was struggling with something in pain. Murong Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, you were careless, so you relaxed your vigilance first, otherwise my clear voice and eloquence will not affect a martial arts master like you with deep internal strength."

"Hmph! Don't be proud. I want to see what you can do to me. You give me a clear voice and eloquence move. I want to give you a cold and heart-hateful snow. I want to see who defeats and who wins."

Shan Tianming had just finished speaking, and he pulled out the sword behind him, and Murong Yan suddenly felt frightened. Before the sword could make a move, the murderous aura had already flowed around, making people shudder.

"Junior sister, be careful, that's a blood knife!"

Ding Minjun saw the other party's way, but unexpectedly shouted words to remind Murong Yan to be careful. The other party, Shan Tianming, had already taken the lead in action. He quickly drew his sword and slashed from the air and shouted coldly: "Han Xinhenxue!"

After Shan Tianming drew his sword, he waved his sword from the air and a sharp slash carrying the ice blade. The sword aura that was roaring with wind and snow came directly towards Murong Yan. Seeing such a fierce attack on the other side, Murong Yan could not understand that the other party had been affected by his internal strength. I thought that for a while, I could not exercise my internal strength and true energy for a while, so how could he actually make a move now!

Murong Yan couldn't figure it out, and at the same time he was vigilant and felt a sense of crisis coming, and he couldn't help but say nothing! Seeing the extreme moves, Murong Yan picked up the true Yuan Hanyu flute and held the flute in his hand and blew it horizontally under his mouth. He played a song of blue sea tides. Suddenly, the sound of the jade flute was flying and clear, and behind Murong Yan showed the stormy waves under the blue sea and blue sky.

Shan Tianming's sword energy came. When Murong Yan was approaching, he was about to hurt Murong Yan, a wave of water suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked Murong Yan. Shan Tianming's sword energy was carried with the wind, frost and blizzard. The collision between the two made the surroundings fly and rocks fly. The trees and jungles and even the birds in the forest within a radius were trembling, and the trees were making noises, and birds and beasts screamed.

After a while, the wind and frost knife air and the water-width air wave gradually disappeared, and the calm here returned to its original state, leaving only a fist-sized scratch on the ground in the middle with frozen water droplets and frost condensed on it.

Murong Yan staggered back a few steps. Even though she blocked such a dangerous attack, Murong Yan was shocked to retreat a few steps when she was facing each other. She also seemed to have a little weak and panting. It seemed that she was a little effort and hard to do her best.

"I have some skills. The second lady of the Murong family, you are quite decent in this undercurrent. It's quite a bit! I just don't know if this move is so gratifying to your internal energy loss."

"The Bibo Heart Sutra is the upper level of our Murong family. It is not just an internal skill, but also a supreme martial art. It is not just such a skill. If you don't believe it, you can try it!"

Murong Yan calmed down and saw that when she said this, she gently stroked the cold jade flute. A stream of cold air emitted and flowed under her palm. Murong Yan's expression of a weak energy was instantly relieved, and she looked calm and calm.

When Shan Tianming saw Murong Yan like this, he was shocked and said coldly in displeasure: "I have long heard that in addition to the most amazing illusion star fingers in the world, the Murong family has also been unique in the world. Not only internal skills, it is also a martial art. It turns out that it makes sense when you see it today.

The sea is vast, without waves, the waves are surging, the white waves are surging, the mountains are full of changes, hidden and dangerous! Sometimes it is surging, sometimes it is undercurrent, and it is turbulent. When facing the enemy, it is unpredictable, and gods and ghosts are invincible. I think this is the terrifying part of the Bibo Heart Sutra!"

"Your Shui Ruojingping seems to have alleviated your lack of internal strength!" Shan Tianming smiled without rushing at this time, and looked at him with a happy look. Not far away, Murong Yan showed a bloodthirsty murderous intent and smiled coldly, and said: "My blood knife seems to have to take your life today!"

"Junior sister, be careful, that's a blood knife!" Although Ding Minjun was injured at this time, he also stood up and stood beside his junior sister Murong Yan standing side by side with her. He held a long sword in his hand to be alert to the fate of Kunlun guest destiny not far away, and told Murong Yan beside him: "Don't be injured by his knife, otherwise your essence and blood will be sucked dry. It was a blood knife that was fed with human life. Unexpectedly, he actually practiced the evil technique of raising a knife with blood."

"What is that?" Murong Yan was a little confused. Obviously, she had never heard of such a saying: "Blade is raised with blood and human life is raised."

"It is said that there is a kind of evil technique in the Western Regions martial arts world that can greatly increase one's skills when encountering an enemy with weapons, thereby suppressing one's head. This is the blood sword technique! The Western Regions martial arts world has always been popular for killing, and it is bloodthirsty as a demon.

This secret technique only needs to raise the enemy's essence and blood in a sword coffin, so as to raise the coffin with blood, and then raise the knife with blood coffin. After each time I take the knife, fresh blood must be needed again. When drinking blood... This is the blood knife!" After Ding Minjun told the junior sister Murong Yan that he knew, his worries increased a little, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart: "I don't know if the injured Elder Qingming can deal with this demon demon."

After hearing what Ding Minjun said about the "Blood Knife", Murong Yan once again looked at Shan Tianming who was holding the knife in front of him. The knife in his hand felt indescribable disgust.

The long sword in Shan Tianming's hand seemed very insharp, but under the scorching summer sun, you can see the scarlet color faintly reflected from its blade. After watching for a while, it gives people a chilling feeling in their hearts, and their confidence is a little weaker.
Chapter completed!