When Mu Hong's back slammed against the frozen ground, the crisp sound of bones breaking mingled with the wind and snow, filling his ears. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards, his cloudy eyes fixed on the staggering figure in a blue robe fleeing towards the snow-covered pine forest three zhang away—that was Mu Qingyuan, the young master he had sworn to follow to the death, who had always said that life was wonderful and should not be wasted.
"Young Master...quick..."
A broken hissed as he crawled forward, his fingers digging into the snow, dragging his half-crushed leg. Blood trails snaked across the snow, while the footsteps of his pursuers grew ever closer.
"That old dog is indeed loyal!"
As a martial artist raised his massive foot with a smile, the shadow of Mu Hong's mutilated body loomed over him. Suddenly, the withered old man sprang up, a cold glint flashing from his sleeve—a short blade coated with bone-corroding poison pierced straight at his ankle joint! The man roared in pain, his long sword sweeping across, instantly tearing Mu Hong's chest in two. But in his last breath, his bloodied fingertips still clung tightly to a thread around his waist.
To others, it was a horrifying scene, with clusters of the special Jade Fire Thunder, powerful enough to threaten martial artists, appearing on the mangled body.
"Young master! If there is an afterlife, this old servant will still follow you!"
Mu Hong laughed loudly. At this moment, his eyes seemed to have returned to the past, when he, as a slave for generations, met the young master who had defended him while he was crawling and trembling.
At that time, he decided to pay with his life, whether it was the ridiculous playfulness and crying of those more than ten years of unrestrained behavior, or the moment he rose to prominence and became an arrogant and supreme genius.
A cloud of blood mist and a ball of white flame exploded in the snow. The moment the firelight tore through the curtain of snow and wind, the snow and wind within a radius of dozens of feet suddenly became violent.
Abandoning their clan's territory and fleeing privately is a perfectly reasonable strategy, but unfortunately, as members of a sect, they can always use certain methods to track down their fellow disciples.
"Elder Lanyu, you probably never imagined that the Mu family would launch such a resolute surprise attack when they had a reason to ensure they would never die."
"The worst outcome you can imagine is nothing more than losing some territory and interests, and then having your hopes crushed."
Lan Yu wanted to turn around and protect the Third Young Master and the steward who were fleeing in black robes, but before she could, a dark iron city enveloped her and Heishan. As the mist swirled around them, Lan Yu knew that neither of them could get out until she and Heishan had decided their fate.
This is the essence of Black Mountain City, which Black Mountain is proficient in! It is his hometown and the origin of his name. The pure black mountains are the city that resisted wave after wave of attacks from monsters and foreign races for the Heart's Destiny. It is a city where only death can release an enemy!
"Then why is that? Is it simply because your disciple is not strong enough for you to go to such lengths, let alone fight me?"
The feathers around Lan Yu's eyes grew sharper and thicker, and he looked terrible. Two slender, azure crests of feathers grew on his head, and his hair turned into fine downy feathers.
She didn't join the Mighty Bull Demon Sect as a disciple; she entered with prior skills, relying on the Mu family's connections within the sect.
This means that she cannot let Black Mountain stop her and cause Mu Qingyuan to die; therefore, she must use all her strength.
"What else could it be? It's nothing more than the Mu family's flesh. You probably wouldn't believe it, but the government has ways to appease that flesh."
Upon hearing this, Lan Yu's pupils dilated, and even his accumulated momentum dissipated somewhat, simply because this matter was too terrifying.
Black Mountain seized this opportunity, and his already giant-like body swelled even more, truly resembling a black mountain that shrouded everything in its shadow. He wielded his massive wolf-tooth club and smashed down, the immense power churning the air like thick glue, with strands of white silk, and the huge howling sound was like a series of horn calls that shook the mind.
"Then let's see if you're lucky enough to take it!"
Then this is the enmity of being blocked from the road, but let's see if we have the courage to fight to the death!
Lan Yu raised an eyebrow, and blue feathers swirled around her. She slowly drew her blue jade ice-patterned longsword from its sheath, and instantly, endless sword energy, like a blue storm, surged forth, grinding away layer after layer of the black mountain's armor marked with dead blood. It was like thousands of silkworms entwining themselves on the wolf-tooth mace. The visible marks and the hollow bubbles that caused the energy to dissipate proved that the black mountain's move was ineffective and that he was in a predicament.
"Then let today serve as a whetstone! Black Mountain, Unbreakable City!"
At this moment, he seemed to have truly transformed into a black mountain, his muscles were protruding rocks, his skin was the covering soil, his blood was the endless earth water of the mountain range, and his breath was the high mountain mist, surrounding him and never dissipating!
The sword energy rubbed against it, creating sparks, but mostly it produced skin fragments like mud, causing no harm to the mountain! At this moment, the towering pillar of the wolf-tooth club slammed down again, like a storm of dark clouds covering the mountain, shimmering with a heavy, oppressive force that was hard to escape.
Even in the face of such a magnificent scene, the female swordsman, whose figure was as small and light as a feather, showed no fear or hesitation. She plunged her sword sheath straight into the ground, and the long sword with blue jade ice patterns, resembling a thousand blue feathers, pointed to the sky.
With a soft cry, a graceful blue-feathered bird flew out, circling upwards as the sword blade emerged, its neck held high as it sang, its voice as clear as jade falling onto a silver plate. As it spread its wings, a ray of starlight pierced through the dark clouds, soaring above the Black Mountain.
Blue Feather lowered its voice, calling upon the stars to guide the way! The starlight shone, dispelling all confusion. Black Mountain, covered by the starlight, felt as if its gates had been wide open, revealing its many weaknesses.
The endless blue sword shadows trembled like feathers, pressing back towards Black Mountain. Finally, with a flick of the blue bird's long neck and a sharp peck, Black Mountain trembled and blood gushed out!
"Blue Feather!!"
Accompanied by this painful cry, the elegant figure standing on one leg with one hand holding a sword in front of him, with the blue feathers behind him like a mythical bird in human form, opened his emotionless pure blue eyes.
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