"It's a pity that such a beautiful woman has an owner. It's a pity."
Pei Zhi sighed and said,
"What's even more pity is that Fairy Han escaped under the attack of you and me. She really looks like an elf with ice muscles and jade bones. Compared with the one in front of me, she is charming but not evil, plump and plump, and has a different otherworldly flavor. It’s really haunting me! It’s a pity that after searching for days, I still found nothing. What a pity!”
Listening to his regrets and frustrations, the old ghost from Xishan smiled and said:
"Tee, Tee, Fairy Han has a noble status and is a must-win figure for the Long family. Even if we catch up with her, we won't be able to get her hands on her. But there is no need to lose my brother Pei. There are so many beauties in Kyushu that you can find them everywhere..."
He glanced at Mu Haotian and others and continued:
"I still remember that when I went to these people's mountain gate to catch the autumn breeze, I saw a pair of young siblings. They were both beautiful and worthy of being husbands. I figured it was time to pick them. Let's go and catch them someday. …”
"Old Xishan dog!! Shut up!"
At that moment, a violent shout burst out from the chest, interrupting the two people who were talking to themselves.
The old ghost from Xishan swept his eyes coldly, and saw that the young man who had been hiding by the wall rushed to the front, with an angry look on his face, raised his right halberd and pointed it at him, and cursed fiercely:
"Old Xishan dog! Come here and die!"
This young man is Mu Haotian.
The old ghost had insulted the three of them without hesitation and treated the three of them as if they were nothing. He had long been furious. However, Pei Zhi suddenly mentioned Han Wenjing, and he paused unconsciously and listened.
After learning that these two people had not succeeded, I felt a little relieved, but then I heard the old ghost humiliating the two junior sisters. Immediately, a ball of blood rushed to the top of my head. I couldn't hold it back anymore and started to curse at all costs.
The old ghost of Xishan stands on the top of the pavilion in the desert, knowing neither happiness nor anger.
He saw Mu Haotian step forward without any fear or any posture, just like a young boy. But he didn't get angry. In his opinion, this useless loser didn't even have the qualifications to make him angry.
"Xishan old dog!"
Mu Haotian cursed again, and suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, leaning half back.
Then there was a sharp sound of wind! His face was filled with cold air, and a length of evil whip flew in front of his eyes, and with a "snap" sound, something rolled down and was nailed to the ground.
Mu Haotian lowered his head and saw that it was a sharp stone pile. His heart felt slightly cold, but before he could think about it, a strong warning sign came out!
He immediately raised his head and saw that there was only a tall and thin man left on the top of the pavilion, but there was a black shadow on the ground, rising and falling like a stork, approaching quickly.
But at this moment, his left wrist tightened, and he was pulled by someone again. He staggered a few steps away, and Master Mu Dingzhen missed him.
Please ask the evil whip to dance in a spiral and keep it in front.
But when the sound of "Tingting" was heard, a few steps away from Mu Haotian, a tall black figure moved left and right, attacking fiercely with a blade.
Mu Ding faced the attack bravely, with an evil whip dancing tightly, blocking the attacks one by one, never letting the opponent take another step forward.
The qi lights collided and flashed, stimulating in all directions, like the shadow of a sword and the light of a sword.
Mu Haotian was forced back by the surging energy, and leaned back to the corner, watching nervously and frightened:
"This guy is famous for his Taoism, but he didn't expect that he was also very accomplished in martial arts. The small pavilion was ten feet away. I didn't see him driving anything around, but he got close in a few breaths. Only this The identity method is far better than mine, and now I am fighting Master head-on without falling behind."
After a while, my heart suddenly jumped:
"Although his martial arts are good, the aura inspired by his innate true energy is short and dissipated, and his power is obviously not as good as that of the master! There is nothing particularly sharp about the weapon. The attack seems fierce, but the master's guard is orderly. There are no flaws...then why would he sacrifice his strengths to gain his weaknesses?"
Subconsciously, Mu Haotian looked at the pavilion first, only to see that Pei Zhi had already sat down, placing the half-naked girl by his legs and groping around, so that he could watch the show in the air without any intention of helping.
Then Mu Haotian paid attention to the surrounding signs, and was alert to the plot of the old ghost in Xishan. He looked left and right, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly flashed back to the scene that happened when the male and female hunters approached Han Wenjing.
He was startled and shouted urgently:
"Master! Watch your step!"
As soon as he finished speaking, earth and rocks suddenly flew away from where Mu Dingzhen was standing, and the ground collapsed instantly!
Although Mu Dingzhen had always been defensive rather than offensive, keeping an eye out for sneak attacks, and his feet were filled with innate Qi, he was still caught off guard. He suddenly became a lot shorter, and everything below his knees was sunk into the potholes.
Immediately afterwards, the mud rolled out of the ground and continued to accumulate along his legs. In an instant, it was difficult for him to move, and his whip movement became much slower.
That old ghost from Xishan succeeded in secretly casting a spell, how could he be willing to let him go?
A steel blade flew hard, and the sharp edge cut directly into the vital points, forcing Mu Dingzhen to concentrate on defense, unable to mobilize his innate true energy to resist the power of the spell.
I saw that his body was slowly being plasticized by the mud from bottom to top.
At the same time, the old ghost was still mumbling, as if he was brewing the next spell.
Seeing that his master's defeat had been revealed, Mu Haotian couldn't help but become extremely anxious! But Senior Sister Mu Ting was unmoved at all and stood quietly aside. He could only quickly walk around to the side, aim at the old ghost of Xishan and quickly fire two hidden weapons, not wanting to hurt the enemy, but just hoping to relieve the pressure on his master.
But the battle of innateness was obviously not something he could handle now. The hidden weapon Fang Fu shot into the battle circle, but was easily blocked by the old ghost and shot back at a faster speed.
The long whip in Mu Dingzhen's hand extended like an arm, and the tip resembled a snake spitting a message. It turned and flew into a roll, hitting the two hidden weapons one by one. However, while he was distracted, his situation became even more difficult. The mud had covered his waist and abdomen, and his lower body had turned into an earthen urn.
The old ghost from Xishan was sure of victory, so he was not in a hurry to attack and kill Mu Dingzhen. He was afraid of his desperate counterattack. He moved his lips and continued to recite spells and cast spells. He also took the time to glance at Mu Haotian, who was worried and pale.
The faint murderous intent in his eyes disappeared.
Frightened by the power of the whip shadow, Mu Haotian did not dare to step forward for a moment. The "Heart of the Fairy" could only save his life. If he rushed forward like this, he would probably lose his limbs, but it would not help.
Just when he hesitated, the mud suddenly surged up like a rising tide, covering Mu Dingzhen's whole body in the blink of an eye.
"Break it for me!!"
Mu Dingzhen shouted loudly, and the aura on the evil whip grew several times with the sound, turning into a giant light knife and sweeping forward, forcing the old ghost of Xishan back two feet.
Then the long whip softened and curled up like a snake, wrapping around his body in an attempt to break it open with his innate true energy.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the long whip came into contact with the mud, the energy on the whip immediately overflowed, becoming sluggish and entangled. The gradually solidifying earthen urn was also suppressing the movement of Mu Ding's true meridians, making his energy and blood sluggish.
Under internal and external difficulties, the Xiangzhen Qi was extinguished like charcoal fire, and soon the last section of the whip was covered in mud.
It's a long story, but in reality it only took a few breaths, and a human-shaped earthen urn with a whip and an angry look was already standing quietly on the spot.
"Master!!!"
Mu Haotian was so frightened that he rushed over.
The old ghost from Xishan said coldly:
"Stone crack!"
Four thick brown-red stone cones suddenly appeared on the front, back and sides of the earthen urn. They penetrated and crisscrossed from the front, back, left and right ribs, killing Mu Ding on the spot!
