Mu Ling frowned, wondering where the uneasiness in her heart came from.
Chu Xisheng was still ten feet away, running away in embarrassment while being chased by Zhuo Baiyun and others, circling around the Mengzi Monument.
This person's body skills are more agile and agile, and his sword skills are more powerful and domineering, stirring up wind and thunder, forcing the surrounding ninth-level martial arts cultivators to be unable to get within a foot of him.
However, his movements were even stiffer. His face was also flushed and he was sweating profusely.
Mu Ling guessed that Chu Xisheng was temporarily burning his essence and bursting with potential.
Although Chu Xisheng's combat power was strong, he was obviously ill. His endurance should be far inferior to ordinary people.
This person is not expected to last long.
Within fifty breaths at most, this person will die under the swords of Zhuo Baiyun and others.
Zhou Liangchen and the Zhou family in the distance were even more in danger.
The formation they formed has been torn into pieces under the impact of dozens of ninth-grade martial arts cultivators.
Zhou Liangchen's swordsmanship is domineering, and he can fight ten with one, and so far he has killed four people in a row.
But he was unable to reverse the situation where the formation of the Zhou family was about to collapse, and everyone in the Zhou family would soon be cut into pieces.
This should be his misunderstanding. He worries about gains and losses before success and thinks too much.
However, just in case, Mu Ling walked to the ground not far away and found two forest-white bone beads about the size of a human fist, engraved with elixirs and jade talismans.
Mu Ling's luggage had long been chopped to pieces by Chu Xisheng, and his belongings fell to the ground, leaving him almost naked.
These two white bone beads also rolled down here.
At this time, the veins in Mu Ling's right wrist suddenly cracked, releasing a large amount of blood.
The blood seemed to have its own will, stretching and rolling on the ground like a snake, and soon formed a three-foot-circle bloody formation.
The two white bone beads also separated from Mu Ling's palm and were suspended in the air.
Si Huangquan next to him watched this scene and his pupils narrowed slightly.
——This is the dragon bone. This person should be casting a spell called 'Dragon Bone Taoist'!
As Mu Ling formed seals with his hands, the white bone beads began to change, rapidly growing and growing amidst bursts of 'clicking' sounds, and finally transformed into two bone soldiers about eight feet tall, with silver-white flames burning all over their bodies.
The corners of the magician Mu Ling's lips also raised slightly.
These are his trump cards, two ninth-grade dragon-bone Taoist soldiers with the combat power of Qingyun Tianjiao.
Unfortunately, Chu Xisheng's previous attack caught him off guard, and the speed at which he drew the knife was incredibly fast, leaving him too late to use it.
But now——
Mu Ling glanced at Chu Xisheng in the distance with a cold expression.
Since the uneasiness in his heart originated from Chu Xisheng, then he just had to cut off the source.
This guy is just a little cheap.
Mu Ling thought of the scene where Chu Xisheng was repeatedly cutting and dismembering the body, and she felt a dull pain in the muscles and bones all over her body.
He originally wanted to save it until the end, execute the man Ling Chi, and cut his body into thousands of pieces to vent his hatred.
"kill him--"
Just before Mu Ling's words fell, he heard a loud bang.
That was Lu Chen, a silver-striped tiger who was fighting with Chu Xisheng. For some reason, this person was blown out of the crowd and slid back seven feet away. He staggered to his feet and stood still, bleeding from his mouth and nose.
The magician Mu Ling looked at this scene and couldn't help but look stunned.
what happened?
We have already reached this point, why was Lu Chen knocked out? Is that guy still that strong in combat?
Chu Xisheng, who was ten feet away, had stopped running.
He stood in the middle of the crowd, wielding his sword freely, blocking various weapons that were slashing around him.
Chu Xisheng's actions seemed simple and casual, but he turned three feet of his body into a forbidden area of thunder pool, making it impossible for anyone around him to cross even half a step.
There were even ninth-level martial arts cultivators who were constantly blasted away by Chu Xisheng's rune-blood sword. They either fell to the ground or were knocked unconscious and unable to move.
At the same time, Chu Xisheng twisted his neck from side to side and stretched his limbs as he pleased, causing his whole body to make a "gurgle" sound like fried soybeans.
He was experiencing this feeling of physical and mental comfort and surging energy.
Chu Xisheng had already redeemed the 'Shen Shang' from the martial arts treasure house thirty breaths ago.
Unlike the bloodline talent he exchanged before, this time it was very painful. He felt as if something was being pulled out of his bones, and his fascia twitched violently.
The bone-breaking pain greatly affected his fighting, making his steps unsteady. Whether he was swinging the sword or moving, he was even stiffer than when he was controlled by the 'Heart-Loading Gu'.
It lasted for a long time, as long as thirty breaths, and put him in danger several times.
Luckily he made it through.
The cramping and marrow-sucking feeling was fading away, and more powerful and violent power was growing in his body.
At this moment, Chu Xisheng felt his throat feel sweet again, and a large ball of liquid with a strong fishy smell suddenly gushes out of his lungs.
Chu Xisheng spit it out involuntarily, only to find that it was a ball of dark black blood.
He examined it carefully and found that there were many insects as thin as gossamer in the black blood, and some of them were even squirming.
This is one of the benefits of redeeming God's Sorrow.
Although the process of awakening his bloodline took him thirty breaths of excruciating pain, it also helped him force out the heart-drawing Gu lurking in the deepest part of his body.
"Vicious enough!"
Chu Xisheng felt horrified when he looked at the insects in his blood.
Thinking of these things that were hidden in his body not long ago, Chu Xisheng felt sick and wanted to vomit.
He then raised his head and looked at Mu Ling with a sneer: "You used this poisonous poison to cause trouble today and killed so many people, just to reshape your body for your master? More than four hundred people died just to make you like this Master’s cultivation has gone further?”
Mu Ling and Chu Xisheng looked at each other from afar, but they felt cold all over their bodies.
Chu Xisheng made it clear that he was still standing ten feet away, but Mu Ling felt that the man's knife seemed to have been handed to the front of his throat, and he could easily cut open his throat.
This person was able to condense his spiritual thoughts into an unparalleled sword force, locking him from afar.
Mu Ling's pupils shrank slightly: "Kill!"
At this moment, not only the people around Chu Xisheng became even more crazy, but the dozens of ninth-level martial arts cultivators who were besieging Zhou Liangchen and others also rushed towards Chu Xisheng.
Mu Ling's eyes were like dark fire, and his expression was ferocious, revealing a ruthless look.
He felt increasingly uneasy and felt as if he was being pricked by needles.
So he must do everything he can to get rid of the source of this uneasiness!
However, Chu Xisheng in the distance did not change his expression.
He looked at the crowd rushing around him and their faces that were covered with veins and looked like crazy beasts. Instead of being surprised at all, he let out a cold cry.
"There are many people? Is it useful?"
Roar!
His Yazhan Blade Intent instantly transformed into a two-foot-long ferocious beast with a dragon head and a jackal body, and roared at the crowd.
The long knife in its mouth also made a sharp clang, and the sharp and ferocious knife intent instantly swept across all living creatures within a five-foot radius, crushing them all.
At this moment, all the ninth-grade martial arts cultivators around Chu Xisheng were so suppressed by his Yaizhan sword intention that they suddenly knelt down.
A small number of people were half-kneeling on the ground, still trying their best to resist the impact of Chu Xisheng's knife intent. Most of the others had their eyes white, blood flowing from their orifices, and they immediately lost consciousness.
"kill!"
Zhuo Baiyun's body was also suppressed until he was half-kneeling, but then, under the control of the heart-drawing Gu, he charged forward and stabbed Chu Xisheng between the eyebrows with a sword.
This is his most powerful sword, 'a drop in the ocean', and it can almost make a real sword without leaving a trace.
Zhuo Baiyun didn't want to do this, but at this moment, the power of the heart-pulling Gu suddenly increased so much that he couldn't help it.
However, Zhuo Baiyun's sword had just penetrated less than two inches. He saw a white sword light coming towards his eyes.
"Boom!"
Zhuo Baiyun was completely defenseless and was hit on the forehead by Chu Xisheng's knife blade.
He flew more than ten feet away, and at the same time his vision went black and he completely lost consciousness.
At this time, the entire white marble square was filled with dead silence.
Not only the magician Mu Lingyan showed a frightened look, Si Huangquan who was standing on the altar, but also the Zhou family members all had blank eyes and couldn't believe it.
