Boom boom boom...
Dozens of divine energy roared, and a group of practitioners around him moved and attacked Mubei at the same time.
There are dozens of people, and their cultivation levels are not weak!
Mu Bei looked calm and waved his sword directly.
This sword was swung, and a large piece of golden sword energy spread out with him as the center.
These golden sword energies enveloped the dozens of people rushing towards them in an instant.
"ah!"
The screams started immediately.
Under such fierce golden sword energy, these people couldn't stop it at all.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the dozens of people died tragically, including those at the extremely high level of Dzogchen!
For a moment, everyone's heart palpitated!
How could the person in front of me from a lower dimension be so powerful? !
It shouldn’t be!
Mu Bei looked at them: "You look down on low-dimensional creatures so much, but are killed like chickens and dogs by low-dimensional creatures. Don't you feel hot in the face?"
These people suddenly blushed.
The next moment, Mu Bei waved his sword.
Keng!
The sword energy clanked and moved very quickly, enveloping these people.
Puff puff……
Blood splashed, heads flew up, and these people were all wiped out in an instant!
Mu Bei put away the Najie from these people.
Then, he looked around.
All around, people stared at him with hostility, but no one dared to step forward. It was true that Mu Bei's combat power was so terrifying that even the strongest men at the highest level of Dzogchen were no match for him!
Mu Bei said contemptuously: "You are as weak as an insect and you actually look down on people who are stronger than you. You are really interesting!"
Everyone's face turned red with shame and anger, and they wanted to kill Mu Bei with a knife, but they still didn't dare to do it.
Can't beat it!
At this time, a cold snort sounded.
Not far away, a white-haired old man walked over, followed by a young man.
Seeing this white-haired old man, the pupils of everyone nearby shrank, and someone said: "Zhenyang Sanren!"
True Yang Sanren!
The Great Perfection of the Everlasting Ming Realm, known as the strongest person in the six-dimensional realm!
Seeing this man approaching, many monks looked at Mu Bei and immediately sneered.
A man in green robes stood up, saluted to Zhenyang Sanren, pointed at Mubei and said: "Senior Zhenyang, please capture this thief. This thief not only broke into our sixth dimension, but also killed innocent people indiscriminately in our sixth dimension. It's too shameful... …”
Mu Bei swung his sword, and a golden sword energy fell between the man's eyebrows in an instant, and penetrated the opponent's head with a pop.
Zhenyang Sanren looked at Mu Bei, and the young man beside him said coldly: "My master is still so arrogant in front of you. It's impossible for you to die easily!"
Mu Bei's eyes flashed.
Tianyi Soul Festival!
"ah!"
The young man suddenly screamed.
Zhenyang Sanren quickly protected the opponent's soul, and then looked at Mu Bei ruthlessly: "You little brat, you are really vicious!"
Beside him, the young man stared at Mu Bei venomously and said in a hateful voice: "Master, please cripple his cultivation and hand him over to me. I will make him live and die!"
Zhenyang Sanren nodded and walked towards Mubei.
Mu Bei swung his sword directly!
An instant kill with one sword!
The instant killing sword energy arrived in front of the opponent instantly.
Zhenyang Sanren slapped it with one palm.
laugh!
The instant killing sword energy shatters!
However, the shattered instant-kill sword energy instantly turned into densely packed golden small blades, sweeping towards the opponent again.
Zhenyang Sanren flipped his palm and struck out again, the palm power surged like a terrifying wave.
Hee hee hee…
All the little golden sword blades are shattered!
He said ruthlessly: "Your sword skills are good, but unfortunately your cultivation is too weak. You can't defeat the wind..."
At this point, his voice suddenly stopped and he looked down at his throat.
Just then, he saw a dark sword inserted into his throat, and blood continued to flow out: "When...?!"
Other practitioners were also moved: "What's going on with that sword? I clearly didn't see it appear! Why..."
At this time, the dark sword swirled!
puff!
The heads of Zhenyang Sanren are flying!
The Dark Sword is a Shadow Sword. When Mu Bei wielded the Nether Sword, he sacrificed it silently and launched a devastating blow hidden in the dark!
Whoosh!
At this time, a ray of light burst out of Zhenyang Sanren's body, and his appearance was exactly the same as his.
Soul!
Although his physical head has been chopped off, his soul has not been destroyed!
He looked at Mu Bei and said ferociously: "You little brat, you have quite a few insidious tricks!"
boom!
His soul burst into light, and the scorching soul light spread across the fields, and he directly raised his hand to grab Mu Bei!
His cultivation level has reached the Eternal Ming Realm, which is much beyond the Soul Aperture Realm. After the soul leaves the body, it is enough to launch an attack!
He said harshly: "I can kill you with just my soul!"
Mu Bei smiled, shook the Netherworld Sword, and a soul-stirring aura suddenly filled the air, and cut off the opponent's grasping hand with a pop.
Zhenyang Sanren Divine Soul stepped back and looked at the Netherworld Sword in Mu Bei's hand in horror: "Soul-killing Treasured Weapon?!"
Staring at the Netherworld Sword, his expression turned ugly, and the next moment he said: "Boy, wait!"
He pulled back!
Although his soul can kill enemies in battle, it is powerless against the soul-killing treasure weapon!
Mu Bei smiled and stopped in front of the other party as soon as he took a step forward.
Samsara step!
The moment he stopped in front of the opponent, he swung the Netherworld Sword and slashed!
With this slash, stronger soul-stirring power filled the air, and the sword arrived in front of Zhenyang Sanren in the blink of an eye.
Zhenyang Sanren looked horrified and shouted: "My little friend lives..."
The Netherworld Sword struck him!
puff!
His soul was split into two, and then, the split soul was involved in the Netherworld Sword. The power of the Netherworld Sword immediately increased a lot!
Everyone nearby was shocked!
"How can it be?!"
The strongest Zhenyang Sanren in the Six-Dimensional Realm was actually killed by Mu Bei in the Soul Aperture Realm!
The young man following Zhenyang Sanren was even more trembling, with an expression of fear on his face.
Mu Bei looked at him.
The young man shook violently and became even more frightened. He looked at Mu Bei and said, "You... don't mess around. I..."
Mu Bei swung his sword, and a golden sword energy fell on the opponent's neck in the blink of an eye, and chopped off the opponent's head with a pop.
He put away the Zhenyang San and the man's Najie, and looked at the other people around him: "Is there anyone else who wants to deal with me?"
Everyone looked ugly, no one took action, Zhenyang Sanren were all killed, what can these people do?
It can't be beaten at all!
A woman in a floral skirt gritted her teeth and said: "Don't be proud, we can't kill you, but there will be others who can kill you! You..."
Mu Bei swung his sword, and a golden sword energy rolled towards the opponent.
The woman's expression changed, and the next moment her head was pierced by the golden sword energy, and her body was dragged dozens of feet away by the remaining power of the sword.
Mu Beidao: "If anyone else has any opinions, please come and put them forward boldly. I am happy to talk to you more!"
A man in blue shirt stared at Mu Bei angrily, and the next moment, he took a step forward.
As soon as he took a step forward, a golden sword energy fell in front of him.
The man looked horrified, and just as he was about to say something, the golden sword energy fell on his neck.
puff!
The man's head flew up!
Everyone was trembling, no one dared to have an opinion anymore!
The man in front of me is so cruel!
Mu Bei put away the ring of the man in blue. The next moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked northwest.
