mèi'er smiled and stabbed Wu Xiaotian hard on his thigh with a knife.
Most of the short knife was inserted into Wu Xiaotian's legs, leaving only one or two left behind.
A stream of blood immediately splashed out from his thighs, dyeing his pants and mèi's jade hands red.
Wu Xiaotian deserves to be the lord of the Flying Tiger Fortress. He is still a little bit of backbone. He is stabbed deeply in his thigh. He is still enduring the pain and said to Mèi'er with a smile, "My good Mèi'er, this is the first one, right? Have you reduced your resentment towards your husband?"
mèi'er chuckled, Brother Tian is a master. If this is considered a knife, wouldn't it be ridiculous?
After she finished speaking, she pressed her jade hand down and her short knife completely penetrated Wu Xiaotian's thigh, leaving only the handle of the knife outside his legs.
Drops of cold sweat as big as beans kept flowing down Wu Xiaotian's forehead, but he was really a little arrogant, and he actually said with a smile, "Mèi'er Ahmèi'er! This is a knife?"
mèi'er smiled even sweeter, not counting... Then he dragged his jade hand and a short knife made a deep hole in Wu Xiaotian's thigh. Mèi said lightly, Brother Tian, this is a knife
She deliberately dragged her sword slowly, and Wu Xiaotian's thigh was cut into blood and blood. No matter how much Wu Xiaotian could endure it, he could not hold it up. He let out a few beast-like crying from the mouth of such a handsome jade-faced tiger.
After the knife stopped, he twisted his wrist. The blade turned around Wu Xiaotian's thighs, and blood sprayed out from his legs.
Ah…! Wu Xiaotian was really heart-wrenching, and he couldn't help but shout, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eyes
mèi'er said with a smile, Brother Tian Ah...Aren't you a self-proclaimed hero? Are heroes all bleeding and not crying? Why did you break the verdict today?
Wu Xiaotian said pantingly, Murong mèi'er... I, Wu Xiaotian, have only had a few women outside... A couple of one night, can you treat me like this?
mèi'er shook her head slightly, yum... Brother Tian now remembered the words of a couple, Bai Ye'er... Have you ever thought that when mèi'er witnessed you doing that with another woman, mèi'er's heart hurts even more than your current legs...
Wu Xiaotian knew that he was in danger of disaster today, so he was willing to go out. You stinky woman! Just to murder your husband? You...you will die a good death!
mèi'er was not angry at all, but just pulled out the short knife, and a blood fountain sprayed out with the blade, dyeing mèi'er's red robe even more red
She said slowly, Brother Tian, you misunderstood... Mèi'er didn't want to kill you at all, didn't you say that? Mèi'er just needs to stab you ten times...
Your grandmother's stinky woman! Her heart is so vicious! No wonder you look so ugly! Ugly! Wu Xiaotian knew very well that after these ten swords, he would definitely be worse than death, so he cursed loudly, hoping to anger Mèi'er and give him a break
He knew that mèi'er had always attached great importance to her beauty, so he deliberately called her an ugly monster
But mèi'er was not fooled by him, and she said with a smile, Brother Tian... The useless nine swords cannot be missed...
Her second knife was inserted into Wu Xiaotian's other foot, exactly the same as the first knife
After two swords, Wu Xiaotian's legs were already full of flesh and blood, and the grass under his legs was red.
His curses and pain sounded up and down, and it was really a cold heart for those who heard it.
The more miserable Wu Xiaotian shouted, the brighter the mèi'er smiled. With her beautiful face, it was really beautiful.
mèi'er raised the short knife in an elegant manner. This time she pointed the tip of the knife at Wu Xiaotian's lower abdomen. Brother Tian, let mèi'er see your stomach and intestines with the third knife... Don't worry, mèi'er will make sure that you will still have life after being killed ten times. After all, you are Mèi'er's husband... How could mèi'er be willing to let you die...?
Wu Xiaotian kept cursing, you little slut, I, Wu Xiaotian, will not let you go even if I go to hell! I will turn into a ghost and pester you day and night!
mèi'er whirled a few times, Brother Tian, if there were really ghosts and gods in this world, those people from the world who died at your hands before would have been with you day and night... After she finished speaking, she stabbed her with a knife.
Just when Wu Xiaotian thought he was going to suffer more, a sound of hidden weapons breaking through the air suddenly came into the ears of the two of them.
mèi'er's face changed. She held a short knife in her hand. The usual ribbons she used was not in her hand. She had to turn over and leap out of danger first.
Unexpectedly, the person who used the hidden weapon actually sent out the hidden weapon one after another.
mèi just avoided the first hidden weapon, and the second one came with him again
She had no choice but to use the Murong Shi family's light body skills to flash to a corner of the yard lightly
As soon as she landed, she pulled out the ribbon from her waist and prepared to fight
But when she looked closely, the yard was empty, and even Wu Xiaotian had disappeared without a trace.
She looked up and saw a slim figure carrying Wu Xiaotian on the eaves not far away, rushing towards the eaves not far away.
mèi'er looked at the two of them far away, but he didn't chase them.
She held a smile again on the corner of her mouth, let you escape... Anyway, my knife is highly toxic, if I want to save my life, I have to chop off my legs. I really want to see a jade-faced tiger with less legs
On the other side, the three of Yàn Feiyun and the Murong brothers and sisters were still fighting bloody battles on the street.
Murong Feng's lancet has been added to six at this time
Six swords kept changing in his hands, forming a knife net in front of him, so that Sakuragi Hong could not attack at all. She could only watch Yàn Feiyun and Murong Fengdao fight back and forth with swords outside the sword net.
Yàn Feiyun had never encountered such an enemy who was like countless hands. At the beginning, he was really busy, a sword was missing and his body was damaged by a knife.
Fortunately, he is very skilled in martial arts after all. Although he is hit by many swords, he does not hurt the key.
But before that, he and Wu Xiaotian were injured in the decisive battle. Now they are more injured. If they cannot turn defeat into victory in a short period of time, they may die on the spot.
Although Feiyun is defeated, he is constantly thinking about countermeasures when dealing with Murong Feng's sword style from all directions.
After his life was hanging on the line many times, he finally noticed a flaw in Murong Feng. Every time he sent a knife out of his hand and followed another knife again, his hand was empty for a moment.
A thought suddenly appeared in Yàn Feiyun's mind. He kept changing his sword, which meant that he could not have a knife at all times... Although it was only a short moment, this was the only chance to break his sword technique!
He was not in a hurry to attack Murong Feng's flaw, because he only had one chance to understand him
He was not seriously injured. If he missed a single blow, Murong Feng would be alert and change his strategy. He would not be able to find the same opportunity again if he was a wounded soldier.
So he calmed down and even though he was hit by many swords, blood kept flying from him, he continued to take the defensive force.
Finally, Yàn Feiyun waited for an opportunity
After Murong Feng sent out the knife on his hand, he reached out to ask for another lancet knife in the air.
But this time, the knife was a little taller than usual
Yàn Feiyun gritted his teeth and poured all his internal strength on his right shoulder. He was forced to be stabbed by Murong Feng just now, allowing the knife to penetrate his shoulder.
Murong Feng seriously injured his opponent with a knife, and was happy. Who knew that a sudden change occurred
Yàn Feiyun's steel sword suddenly came out of his hand, knocking the lancet knife in the air away
Murong Feng's hands were gone, but he didn't catch the thing in his bag
This was something that had never happened before, and he couldn't help but pause
Yàn Feiyun took advantage of his slaughter, pulled out the lancet inserted on his shoulder, and stabbed it into Murong Feng's heart like lightning.
Murong Feng is a peerless master after all, so he immediately put his hands together and wanted to hold the willow knife
But he was quick, and Yàn Feiyun was faster. After taking a knife, he actually twisted his wrist and Murong Feng's hands turned into a knife blade.
Murong Feng was shocked and quickly changed his tricks, but it was too late, and three bloody fingers flew into the sky.
This is also because he reacted quickly and stopped his palm at the last moment, otherwise he might have been the one who flew into the sky.
Murong Feng lost three fingers, and the sword technique he had been practicing hard for many years can be said to be ruined, but Yàn Feiyun can only be said to be a miserable victory.
He was already injured and was stabbed in the shoulder. Those moves just now used all his remaining skills. After one blow, he quickly retreated.
Sakuragi Hong knew that Yàn Feiyun was not seriously injured, so she jumped over and reached out to support him. Brother Fengyun, are you okay?
Yàn Feiyun endured the pain and smiled. My brother was injured very much, but he was even worse than me. Murong Feng, who had three fingers, should not be your opponent, Hongmei.
Yàn Feiyun has already won miserably, but Miyamoto is still fighting hard
Murong Xue used the ice hook for a while and then changed her moves again. She secretly used her internal strength and turned the hook into two short sticks.
She used her hands together, and shot her left and right, but continued to use the strategy of short attack and long attack.
Miyamoto suffered a loss because his weapon was too long. Once the enemy attacked closely, many tricks could not be used, and he fell into a state of being beaten.
Many parts of her robe had been torn by hooks before, and her snow-white skin was exposed in front of others.
Murong Xue saw Miyamoto's naked skin, and a feverish light shot out in her eyes. She quickly became ruthless and specifically attacked sensitive parts such as Miyamoto's chest and lower abdomen.
Miyamoto's face turned red, knowing that the opponent in front of him was using psychological tactics, and wanted to make a woman feel ashamed and lose confidence.
But she has been trained by warriors since she was a child and has always put killing enemies first. Personal honor and disgrace have never been her focus.
So apart from being a little angry, Murong Xue's strategy did not have any impact on her.
Miyamoto knew that he had to change his tactics, otherwise he would only keep the current situation of being beaten.
She thought to herself, I didn't expect that my long sword would become my burden, but it was obvious that things in the world are not absolutely true. Since this is the case, I might as well give up the burden in my hands...
She is determined and acts immediately as soon as she makes up her mind. She waves her hands and throws her long sword into the air
At this time, Murong Xue's two popsicles were coming towards her. Miyamoto's eyes were clear and quick-witted. At the same time, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the two sticks together.
As soon as she grabbed the popsicle, she secretly used her internal strength. Her jade palm immediately became hot like a fire. The popsicle was gradually melted after being so hot.
Murong Xue was secretly surprised, but she did not show any weakness and strengthened her internal strength. A stream of ice true energy was immediately infused into the popsicle, competing with Miyamoto's internal strength.
Miyamoto felt the cold air coming from his palm, and he also used all his masculine internal strength to fight against the life-long enemy in front of him.
Just as the two were competing fiercely for internal strength, Miyamoto's long sword turned around in the air and fell down on Murong Xue.
It turns out that Miyamoto's throw was a clever and part of her strategy.
Murong Xue saw the sword coming down towards her, and knew something was wrong.
She measured it, and immediately gave up the popsicle in her hand, retreated back, and narrowly avoided the knife
As soon as Murong Xue let go, the two popsicles were immediately dissolved into water by the heat on Miyamoto's hand, and turned into vanish.
Miyamoto stretched out his hands and held the long knife again
She let out a sweet voice, jumped up, and slashed her head with a sharp knife.
Murong Xue was calm and jumped to the corpse of the Dead Soldier of Flying Tiger Fort on the ground. She quickly frozen the blood from the corpses with her hands, making it a small knife.
She waved her hands and immediately took off her ice skates and attacked Miyamoto Eye from all directions.
This is really a tactic that Miyamoto had never encountered before. When the ice slit is coming, she had to give up killing the enemy and first swing the knife and hit the ice slit one by one.
Murong Xue had already used the blood that had not dried yet to be made into a blood-colored sword that was not different from Miyamoto Ying. After snorting coldly, she raised the sword and collided with Miyamoto Ying.
The two of them passed by more than ten moves. For a moment, Murong Xue's sword was strong and soft, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and when they met Miyamoto's sword, they kept splashing a little spark.
Miyamoto's long battle could not be fought, and his mind changed his strategy
Murong Xue suddenly felt empty when she met her two swords, as if she had no internal force at all.
Murong Xue was about to take the opportunity to attack fiercely, and a strong internal force suddenly surged over.
Murong Xue was caught off guard. Although she immediately strengthened her internal strength, it was still useless. The snow knife in her hand suddenly broke into two pieces.
Murong Xue's moves are so fast that she melted the remaining half of the snow knife in her hand into a dart. She raised her right hand and two darts attacked Miyamoto with a pair of tricks.
Miyamoto immediately leaned back and two darts passed her. Although it did not cause any harm to her, she still added two more cracks to her robe.
As soon as Miyamoto avoided the dart, he immediately continued to shoot his sword, not giving Murong Xue a chance to make ice and snow weapons.
Her sword is by no means able to resist by flesh and blood. Murong Xue, who had lost her weapon, could only retreat step by step for a moment.
Miyamoto Ying's sword was more fierce than the other, and her ruptured robe also floated, revealing her snow-white skin
Murong Xue accidentally saw a small meniscus tattoo on Miyamoto's slender waist. Her face suddenly changed drastically and she burst out with a word. Xiaoying, is it you?
Miyamoto Eye didn't respond to her shout, and the long knife continued to slash her
Murong Xue was shocked when she saw her birthmark. Her body movements slowed down slightly, and a blood splashed out of her left shoulder, and a cut was cut by Miyamoto Ying's knife.
Although she was injured, it was not fatal. She quickly used the light body skill of the Murong family to rely on fame to retreat quickly, and then escape from danger first.
Miyamoto Eye didn't take advantage of the victory, but just held the knife in both hands and stared at Murong Xue coldly.
After all, she has no deep hatred with the other party, and after this fierce battle, she also feels a little sympathetic to Murong Xue and cannot kill her.
Murong Xue retreated several feet in a row before stopping
At this time, she also discovered that Murong Feng had already been defeated. The Murong family could be said to be defeated this time.
She quickly lit the acupoints on her shoulders with her fingers, stopped the blood first, and then slowly looked at Miyamoto Eye and said, Xiaoying, you won
Although Miyamoto Ying won, she was not arrogant, but she just said indifferently that the Murong family's martial arts are indeed extraordinary. Miyamoto Ying cannot say that she won and you wait for your injury to heal. Let's fight again
Murong Xue looked at Miyamoto Ying without blinking, Xiaoying, I am Xiaoxue, you... can't you recognize me anymore?
Miyamoto shook his head, my name is Miyamoto, not Xiaoying
Murong Xue suddenly reached out and unbuttoned her robe, turned a blind eye to the men beside her, revealing her delicate body to everyone's eyes.
She is indeed as her name suggests, with white skin that is as white as snow. Only the two pink spots on her chest and the darkness between her legs add some color that is very contrasting to the white area.
She was like a doll made of ceramics. Although she was exquisite, she was cold and unpopular.
Everyone present was shocked by her unconventional beauty for a moment. Even the seriously injured Yàn Feiyun couldn't help staring at her
But Yàn Feiyun is Yàn Feiyun after all. In addition to appreciating Murong Xue's beauty, he also noticed that there was a meniscus tattoo on her waist that was exactly the same as Miyamoto's waist.
Miyamoto Eye naturally saw the birthmark, and couldn't help but open his mouth and look at Murong Xue with confusion.
Murong Xue reached out to touch the birthmark on her waist, Xiaoying, even if you can't remember who you were originally, this tattoo should tell you your true identity
Miyamoto couldn't help but murmured to myself, I...who am I? Am I not Miyamoto?
A feeling like a dream surged into her heart
This feeling once appeared when she lost her memory after being drugged by Du Yan, but she didn't expect it to appear again now
Murong Xue covered her robe, so her moving body was hidden. Like me, you are both Murong's surname, and your name is Murong Ying
She paused and continued, you are my clan girl. When we were young, we were selected by our ancestors to enter the family's martial arts practice. This moon-shaped tattoo represents our identity. It was our ancestor who specifically asked us to tattoo both of us.
Miyamoto Eye was still confused, "Old ancestor...? I am from the Murong family... but I am from Fusang Ah...How could I...?
Yàn Feiyun walked to Miyamoto with the support of Sakuragi Hong. He said softly, "My sister, don't panic and listen to her explain clearly before making a decision."
Then he turned around and said loudly to Murong Xue, Sister Murong, it’s up to you to explain the matter clearly!
Murong Xue nodded. Since then, Xiaomei and Xiaoying have experienced a series of martial arts practices together. There are as many as dozens of teachers from both of us, one of whom is from East Japan.
Everyone listened attentively as she gradually got to the point.
Murong Xue continued to say that at that time, the Japanese master loved us very much, thinking that we were born martial arts geniuses, but he was also very strict with us. As long as there was any move and half-stage that could not meet his requirements, there would be no food to eat that night. I still remember that there were several times when Xiaoying was punished, and I secretly brought the food to you...
Yàn Feiyun remembered that when he was at the Tiexin Shantang Street, Miyamoto Ying had been immersed in his memories and described similar experiences, but in Miyamoto Ying's memory, she brought her a meal to her was her brother.
How could it be Murong Xue?
As expected, Miyamoto Eye became more and more confused as he listened. Did you deliver me food? That...isn't it my brother...?
Murong Xue shook her head, it seems that the Japanese man has given you medicine, you really don't remember anything.
Miyamoto was really a little anxious. This...what is going on? Tell me Ah!
Murong Xue seemed to be in memories, saying like a dream, one night, when I was sleeping heavily, someone suddenly picked me up. Although I was still young, I had been practicing martial arts for a while, and I woke up immediately. When I opened my eyes, it was the Japanese master who saw me awake, and whispered that he wanted to take me back to Fusang and train me to become the number one swordsman in Japan. He said that the rest of our masters are useless, and only by focusing on practicing his sword skills can you achieve great success. Of course, I refused to leave home and Xiaoying, so I struggled desperately and woke you up.
The more Miyamoto listened, the more he became more and more enthused, but his pupils became even more confused.
Murong Xue glanced at her and said, "As soon as you saw that your master wanted to take me away, you immediately got up and saved me in chaos. Your master's hand loosened, and I took the opportunity to escape, but you...
Miyamoto couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with me?"
Murong Xue said sadly, when I ran out and found the adults, you had been taken away by the Japanese master... It seems that since he couldn't take me away, he would take you away... My ancestor sent people to find you and Japanese master in Zhongyuan and Fusang, but after searching for you for many years, he was gone... My ancestor had to give up...
When Sakuragi Hong heard this, she couldn't help but shout, "Impossible!" Ying is from Fusang. She was taken over by our master after her family was harmed by Chiba Liu! How could she be from your Murong family? She is talking nonsense!
Murong Xue raised her head and said, Xiaoying, you must have been fed medicine after being taken to Fusang. She lost all her previous memories and then repeatedly told you a woven past. Soon you thought that those were your own real past. I asked you, is your master tall and thin, with a scar on his forehead? Do you like to drink after practicing knife?
After hearing Murong Xue’s two questions, Miyamoto Eye and Sakuragi Hong were both stunned because what she described was indeed their master. Is everything she said true?
At this moment, an old but bright voice sounded from a distance, and he approached at a very fast speed. No matter whether you are Miyamoto or Murong Ying, today I will fight you to the death and avenge your son!
Most of the short knife was inserted into Wu Xiaotian's legs, leaving only one or two left behind.
A stream of blood immediately splashed out from his thighs, dyeing his pants and mèi's jade hands red.
Wu Xiaotian deserves to be the lord of the Flying Tiger Fortress. He is still a little bit of backbone. He is stabbed deeply in his thigh. He is still enduring the pain and said to Mèi'er with a smile, "My good Mèi'er, this is the first one, right? Have you reduced your resentment towards your husband?"
mèi'er chuckled, Brother Tian is a master. If this is considered a knife, wouldn't it be ridiculous?
After she finished speaking, she pressed her jade hand down and her short knife completely penetrated Wu Xiaotian's thigh, leaving only the handle of the knife outside his legs.
Drops of cold sweat as big as beans kept flowing down Wu Xiaotian's forehead, but he was really a little arrogant, and he actually said with a smile, "Mèi'er Ahmèi'er! This is a knife?"
mèi'er smiled even sweeter, not counting... Then he dragged his jade hand and a short knife made a deep hole in Wu Xiaotian's thigh. Mèi said lightly, Brother Tian, this is a knife
She deliberately dragged her sword slowly, and Wu Xiaotian's thigh was cut into blood and blood. No matter how much Wu Xiaotian could endure it, he could not hold it up. He let out a few beast-like crying from the mouth of such a handsome jade-faced tiger.
After the knife stopped, he twisted his wrist. The blade turned around Wu Xiaotian's thighs, and blood sprayed out from his legs.
Ah…! Wu Xiaotian was really heart-wrenching, and he couldn't help but shout, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eyes
mèi'er said with a smile, Brother Tian Ah...Aren't you a self-proclaimed hero? Are heroes all bleeding and not crying? Why did you break the verdict today?
Wu Xiaotian said pantingly, Murong mèi'er... I, Wu Xiaotian, have only had a few women outside... A couple of one night, can you treat me like this?
mèi'er shook her head slightly, yum... Brother Tian now remembered the words of a couple, Bai Ye'er... Have you ever thought that when mèi'er witnessed you doing that with another woman, mèi'er's heart hurts even more than your current legs...
Wu Xiaotian knew that he was in danger of disaster today, so he was willing to go out. You stinky woman! Just to murder your husband? You...you will die a good death!
mèi'er was not angry at all, but just pulled out the short knife, and a blood fountain sprayed out with the blade, dyeing mèi'er's red robe even more red
She said slowly, Brother Tian, you misunderstood... Mèi'er didn't want to kill you at all, didn't you say that? Mèi'er just needs to stab you ten times...
Your grandmother's stinky woman! Her heart is so vicious! No wonder you look so ugly! Ugly! Wu Xiaotian knew very well that after these ten swords, he would definitely be worse than death, so he cursed loudly, hoping to anger Mèi'er and give him a break
He knew that mèi'er had always attached great importance to her beauty, so he deliberately called her an ugly monster
But mèi'er was not fooled by him, and she said with a smile, Brother Tian... The useless nine swords cannot be missed...
Her second knife was inserted into Wu Xiaotian's other foot, exactly the same as the first knife
After two swords, Wu Xiaotian's legs were already full of flesh and blood, and the grass under his legs was red.
His curses and pain sounded up and down, and it was really a cold heart for those who heard it.
The more miserable Wu Xiaotian shouted, the brighter the mèi'er smiled. With her beautiful face, it was really beautiful.
mèi'er raised the short knife in an elegant manner. This time she pointed the tip of the knife at Wu Xiaotian's lower abdomen. Brother Tian, let mèi'er see your stomach and intestines with the third knife... Don't worry, mèi'er will make sure that you will still have life after being killed ten times. After all, you are Mèi'er's husband... How could mèi'er be willing to let you die...?
Wu Xiaotian kept cursing, you little slut, I, Wu Xiaotian, will not let you go even if I go to hell! I will turn into a ghost and pester you day and night!
mèi'er whirled a few times, Brother Tian, if there were really ghosts and gods in this world, those people from the world who died at your hands before would have been with you day and night... After she finished speaking, she stabbed her with a knife.
Just when Wu Xiaotian thought he was going to suffer more, a sound of hidden weapons breaking through the air suddenly came into the ears of the two of them.
mèi'er's face changed. She held a short knife in her hand. The usual ribbons she used was not in her hand. She had to turn over and leap out of danger first.
Unexpectedly, the person who used the hidden weapon actually sent out the hidden weapon one after another.
mèi just avoided the first hidden weapon, and the second one came with him again
She had no choice but to use the Murong Shi family's light body skills to flash to a corner of the yard lightly
As soon as she landed, she pulled out the ribbon from her waist and prepared to fight
But when she looked closely, the yard was empty, and even Wu Xiaotian had disappeared without a trace.
She looked up and saw a slim figure carrying Wu Xiaotian on the eaves not far away, rushing towards the eaves not far away.
mèi'er looked at the two of them far away, but he didn't chase them.
She held a smile again on the corner of her mouth, let you escape... Anyway, my knife is highly toxic, if I want to save my life, I have to chop off my legs. I really want to see a jade-faced tiger with less legs
On the other side, the three of Yàn Feiyun and the Murong brothers and sisters were still fighting bloody battles on the street.
Murong Feng's lancet has been added to six at this time
Six swords kept changing in his hands, forming a knife net in front of him, so that Sakuragi Hong could not attack at all. She could only watch Yàn Feiyun and Murong Fengdao fight back and forth with swords outside the sword net.
Yàn Feiyun had never encountered such an enemy who was like countless hands. At the beginning, he was really busy, a sword was missing and his body was damaged by a knife.
Fortunately, he is very skilled in martial arts after all. Although he is hit by many swords, he does not hurt the key.
But before that, he and Wu Xiaotian were injured in the decisive battle. Now they are more injured. If they cannot turn defeat into victory in a short period of time, they may die on the spot.
Although Feiyun is defeated, he is constantly thinking about countermeasures when dealing with Murong Feng's sword style from all directions.
After his life was hanging on the line many times, he finally noticed a flaw in Murong Feng. Every time he sent a knife out of his hand and followed another knife again, his hand was empty for a moment.
A thought suddenly appeared in Yàn Feiyun's mind. He kept changing his sword, which meant that he could not have a knife at all times... Although it was only a short moment, this was the only chance to break his sword technique!
He was not in a hurry to attack Murong Feng's flaw, because he only had one chance to understand him
He was not seriously injured. If he missed a single blow, Murong Feng would be alert and change his strategy. He would not be able to find the same opportunity again if he was a wounded soldier.
So he calmed down and even though he was hit by many swords, blood kept flying from him, he continued to take the defensive force.
Finally, Yàn Feiyun waited for an opportunity
After Murong Feng sent out the knife on his hand, he reached out to ask for another lancet knife in the air.
But this time, the knife was a little taller than usual
Yàn Feiyun gritted his teeth and poured all his internal strength on his right shoulder. He was forced to be stabbed by Murong Feng just now, allowing the knife to penetrate his shoulder.
Murong Feng seriously injured his opponent with a knife, and was happy. Who knew that a sudden change occurred
Yàn Feiyun's steel sword suddenly came out of his hand, knocking the lancet knife in the air away
Murong Feng's hands were gone, but he didn't catch the thing in his bag
This was something that had never happened before, and he couldn't help but pause
Yàn Feiyun took advantage of his slaughter, pulled out the lancet inserted on his shoulder, and stabbed it into Murong Feng's heart like lightning.
Murong Feng is a peerless master after all, so he immediately put his hands together and wanted to hold the willow knife
But he was quick, and Yàn Feiyun was faster. After taking a knife, he actually twisted his wrist and Murong Feng's hands turned into a knife blade.
Murong Feng was shocked and quickly changed his tricks, but it was too late, and three bloody fingers flew into the sky.
This is also because he reacted quickly and stopped his palm at the last moment, otherwise he might have been the one who flew into the sky.
Murong Feng lost three fingers, and the sword technique he had been practicing hard for many years can be said to be ruined, but Yàn Feiyun can only be said to be a miserable victory.
He was already injured and was stabbed in the shoulder. Those moves just now used all his remaining skills. After one blow, he quickly retreated.
Sakuragi Hong knew that Yàn Feiyun was not seriously injured, so she jumped over and reached out to support him. Brother Fengyun, are you okay?
Yàn Feiyun endured the pain and smiled. My brother was injured very much, but he was even worse than me. Murong Feng, who had three fingers, should not be your opponent, Hongmei.
Yàn Feiyun has already won miserably, but Miyamoto is still fighting hard
Murong Xue used the ice hook for a while and then changed her moves again. She secretly used her internal strength and turned the hook into two short sticks.
She used her hands together, and shot her left and right, but continued to use the strategy of short attack and long attack.
Miyamoto suffered a loss because his weapon was too long. Once the enemy attacked closely, many tricks could not be used, and he fell into a state of being beaten.
Many parts of her robe had been torn by hooks before, and her snow-white skin was exposed in front of others.
Murong Xue saw Miyamoto's naked skin, and a feverish light shot out in her eyes. She quickly became ruthless and specifically attacked sensitive parts such as Miyamoto's chest and lower abdomen.
Miyamoto's face turned red, knowing that the opponent in front of him was using psychological tactics, and wanted to make a woman feel ashamed and lose confidence.
But she has been trained by warriors since she was a child and has always put killing enemies first. Personal honor and disgrace have never been her focus.
So apart from being a little angry, Murong Xue's strategy did not have any impact on her.
Miyamoto knew that he had to change his tactics, otherwise he would only keep the current situation of being beaten.
She thought to herself, I didn't expect that my long sword would become my burden, but it was obvious that things in the world are not absolutely true. Since this is the case, I might as well give up the burden in my hands...
She is determined and acts immediately as soon as she makes up her mind. She waves her hands and throws her long sword into the air
At this time, Murong Xue's two popsicles were coming towards her. Miyamoto's eyes were clear and quick-witted. At the same time, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the two sticks together.
As soon as she grabbed the popsicle, she secretly used her internal strength. Her jade palm immediately became hot like a fire. The popsicle was gradually melted after being so hot.
Murong Xue was secretly surprised, but she did not show any weakness and strengthened her internal strength. A stream of ice true energy was immediately infused into the popsicle, competing with Miyamoto's internal strength.
Miyamoto felt the cold air coming from his palm, and he also used all his masculine internal strength to fight against the life-long enemy in front of him.
Just as the two were competing fiercely for internal strength, Miyamoto's long sword turned around in the air and fell down on Murong Xue.
It turns out that Miyamoto's throw was a clever and part of her strategy.
Murong Xue saw the sword coming down towards her, and knew something was wrong.
She measured it, and immediately gave up the popsicle in her hand, retreated back, and narrowly avoided the knife
As soon as Murong Xue let go, the two popsicles were immediately dissolved into water by the heat on Miyamoto's hand, and turned into vanish.
Miyamoto stretched out his hands and held the long knife again
She let out a sweet voice, jumped up, and slashed her head with a sharp knife.
Murong Xue was calm and jumped to the corpse of the Dead Soldier of Flying Tiger Fort on the ground. She quickly frozen the blood from the corpses with her hands, making it a small knife.
She waved her hands and immediately took off her ice skates and attacked Miyamoto Eye from all directions.
This is really a tactic that Miyamoto had never encountered before. When the ice slit is coming, she had to give up killing the enemy and first swing the knife and hit the ice slit one by one.
Murong Xue had already used the blood that had not dried yet to be made into a blood-colored sword that was not different from Miyamoto Ying. After snorting coldly, she raised the sword and collided with Miyamoto Ying.
The two of them passed by more than ten moves. For a moment, Murong Xue's sword was strong and soft, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and when they met Miyamoto's sword, they kept splashing a little spark.
Miyamoto's long battle could not be fought, and his mind changed his strategy
Murong Xue suddenly felt empty when she met her two swords, as if she had no internal force at all.
Murong Xue was about to take the opportunity to attack fiercely, and a strong internal force suddenly surged over.
Murong Xue was caught off guard. Although she immediately strengthened her internal strength, it was still useless. The snow knife in her hand suddenly broke into two pieces.
Murong Xue's moves are so fast that she melted the remaining half of the snow knife in her hand into a dart. She raised her right hand and two darts attacked Miyamoto with a pair of tricks.
Miyamoto immediately leaned back and two darts passed her. Although it did not cause any harm to her, she still added two more cracks to her robe.
As soon as Miyamoto avoided the dart, he immediately continued to shoot his sword, not giving Murong Xue a chance to make ice and snow weapons.
Her sword is by no means able to resist by flesh and blood. Murong Xue, who had lost her weapon, could only retreat step by step for a moment.
Miyamoto Ying's sword was more fierce than the other, and her ruptured robe also floated, revealing her snow-white skin
Murong Xue accidentally saw a small meniscus tattoo on Miyamoto's slender waist. Her face suddenly changed drastically and she burst out with a word. Xiaoying, is it you?
Miyamoto Eye didn't respond to her shout, and the long knife continued to slash her
Murong Xue was shocked when she saw her birthmark. Her body movements slowed down slightly, and a blood splashed out of her left shoulder, and a cut was cut by Miyamoto Ying's knife.
Although she was injured, it was not fatal. She quickly used the light body skill of the Murong family to rely on fame to retreat quickly, and then escape from danger first.
Miyamoto Eye didn't take advantage of the victory, but just held the knife in both hands and stared at Murong Xue coldly.
After all, she has no deep hatred with the other party, and after this fierce battle, she also feels a little sympathetic to Murong Xue and cannot kill her.
Murong Xue retreated several feet in a row before stopping
At this time, she also discovered that Murong Feng had already been defeated. The Murong family could be said to be defeated this time.
She quickly lit the acupoints on her shoulders with her fingers, stopped the blood first, and then slowly looked at Miyamoto Eye and said, Xiaoying, you won
Although Miyamoto Ying won, she was not arrogant, but she just said indifferently that the Murong family's martial arts are indeed extraordinary. Miyamoto Ying cannot say that she won and you wait for your injury to heal. Let's fight again
Murong Xue looked at Miyamoto Ying without blinking, Xiaoying, I am Xiaoxue, you... can't you recognize me anymore?
Miyamoto shook his head, my name is Miyamoto, not Xiaoying
Murong Xue suddenly reached out and unbuttoned her robe, turned a blind eye to the men beside her, revealing her delicate body to everyone's eyes.
She is indeed as her name suggests, with white skin that is as white as snow. Only the two pink spots on her chest and the darkness between her legs add some color that is very contrasting to the white area.
She was like a doll made of ceramics. Although she was exquisite, she was cold and unpopular.
Everyone present was shocked by her unconventional beauty for a moment. Even the seriously injured Yàn Feiyun couldn't help staring at her
But Yàn Feiyun is Yàn Feiyun after all. In addition to appreciating Murong Xue's beauty, he also noticed that there was a meniscus tattoo on her waist that was exactly the same as Miyamoto's waist.
Miyamoto Eye naturally saw the birthmark, and couldn't help but open his mouth and look at Murong Xue with confusion.
Murong Xue reached out to touch the birthmark on her waist, Xiaoying, even if you can't remember who you were originally, this tattoo should tell you your true identity
Miyamoto couldn't help but murmured to myself, I...who am I? Am I not Miyamoto?
A feeling like a dream surged into her heart
This feeling once appeared when she lost her memory after being drugged by Du Yan, but she didn't expect it to appear again now
Murong Xue covered her robe, so her moving body was hidden. Like me, you are both Murong's surname, and your name is Murong Ying
She paused and continued, you are my clan girl. When we were young, we were selected by our ancestors to enter the family's martial arts practice. This moon-shaped tattoo represents our identity. It was our ancestor who specifically asked us to tattoo both of us.
Miyamoto Eye was still confused, "Old ancestor...? I am from the Murong family... but I am from Fusang Ah...How could I...?
Yàn Feiyun walked to Miyamoto with the support of Sakuragi Hong. He said softly, "My sister, don't panic and listen to her explain clearly before making a decision."
Then he turned around and said loudly to Murong Xue, Sister Murong, it’s up to you to explain the matter clearly!
Murong Xue nodded. Since then, Xiaomei and Xiaoying have experienced a series of martial arts practices together. There are as many as dozens of teachers from both of us, one of whom is from East Japan.
Everyone listened attentively as she gradually got to the point.
Murong Xue continued to say that at that time, the Japanese master loved us very much, thinking that we were born martial arts geniuses, but he was also very strict with us. As long as there was any move and half-stage that could not meet his requirements, there would be no food to eat that night. I still remember that there were several times when Xiaoying was punished, and I secretly brought the food to you...
Yàn Feiyun remembered that when he was at the Tiexin Shantang Street, Miyamoto Ying had been immersed in his memories and described similar experiences, but in Miyamoto Ying's memory, she brought her a meal to her was her brother.
How could it be Murong Xue?
As expected, Miyamoto Eye became more and more confused as he listened. Did you deliver me food? That...isn't it my brother...?
Murong Xue shook her head, it seems that the Japanese man has given you medicine, you really don't remember anything.
Miyamoto was really a little anxious. This...what is going on? Tell me Ah!
Murong Xue seemed to be in memories, saying like a dream, one night, when I was sleeping heavily, someone suddenly picked me up. Although I was still young, I had been practicing martial arts for a while, and I woke up immediately. When I opened my eyes, it was the Japanese master who saw me awake, and whispered that he wanted to take me back to Fusang and train me to become the number one swordsman in Japan. He said that the rest of our masters are useless, and only by focusing on practicing his sword skills can you achieve great success. Of course, I refused to leave home and Xiaoying, so I struggled desperately and woke you up.
The more Miyamoto listened, the more he became more and more enthused, but his pupils became even more confused.
Murong Xue glanced at her and said, "As soon as you saw that your master wanted to take me away, you immediately got up and saved me in chaos. Your master's hand loosened, and I took the opportunity to escape, but you...
Miyamoto couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with me?"
Murong Xue said sadly, when I ran out and found the adults, you had been taken away by the Japanese master... It seems that since he couldn't take me away, he would take you away... My ancestor sent people to find you and Japanese master in Zhongyuan and Fusang, but after searching for you for many years, he was gone... My ancestor had to give up...
When Sakuragi Hong heard this, she couldn't help but shout, "Impossible!" Ying is from Fusang. She was taken over by our master after her family was harmed by Chiba Liu! How could she be from your Murong family? She is talking nonsense!
Murong Xue raised her head and said, Xiaoying, you must have been fed medicine after being taken to Fusang. She lost all her previous memories and then repeatedly told you a woven past. Soon you thought that those were your own real past. I asked you, is your master tall and thin, with a scar on his forehead? Do you like to drink after practicing knife?
After hearing Murong Xue’s two questions, Miyamoto Eye and Sakuragi Hong were both stunned because what she described was indeed their master. Is everything she said true?
At this moment, an old but bright voice sounded from a distance, and he approached at a very fast speed. No matter whether you are Miyamoto or Murong Ying, today I will fight you to the death and avenge your son!
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