Seeing that his beloved disciple was killed, Wang Shiren immediately took out three gray cloth bags, but before he could take out the magic weapon, he was severely pressed to the ground by the heavy domain created by Hu Zi.
The disciples of the Bu Pu Sect who came out next to them all felt that their bodies had doubled in weight. The stronger ones could barely stand, but the frail women were in misery. They became lambs to be slaughtered one by one. There was no chance to take out the bag.
Mu Ziyun didn't show any mercy to them, not even the women. In front of everyone present, he waved his arm and burned the disciples who had no power to resist alive.
Hu Zi was not idle either. He sent Wang Shiren to the west with a single waist. After all, Wang Shiren had no Dharma energy. Faced with Hu Zi's body transformed, even if he was the great elder, he had no chance to resist.
Mu Ziyun quickly came to Song Weiren and said to him: "Huzi and I will go for a walk in the valley. Elder, take all the disciples from Qingshan Peak back immediately. Don't stay."
"Nonsense!" Song Weiren was a little panicked, and he was a little surprised by the strong martial aura wrapped around Hu Zi. "You two go back to the sect quickly, and all of us will protect you."
"Elder, you should hurry up." Mu Ziyun's eyes were blazing, "Unless a few Fa Ji or Fa Zong come, don't try to catch me and Hu Zi. Don't stop, we can't take care of you." After saying that, Mu Ziyun made a whoosh. No trace.
Huzi kicked several guys to death and said to Song Weiren: "Elder, let's go."
Song Weiren couldn't stop shouting several times. He stomped his feet and wanted to follow in. He glanced at the disciples beside him, gritted his teeth and left with his men and horses without looking back. He summoned all the Qingshan who came in the shortest time. The peak forces canceled all the original plans and asked the young soldiers to rush back to the sect immediately. The rest dispersed and found hidden places, ready to respond at any time, and even risked their lives to bring the two desperate guys with them. Return to the sect.
Besides, after Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi rushed into Wenlong Valley, they were like dragons entering the water, one going south and the other going north on a killing spree.
Mu Ziyun rushed very fast and reached the depths of the valley in a blink of an eye. Most of the Bu Pu Sect disciples there were weak and only came to collect and carry cicada stones and grain stones. What were they to the sudden attack of the "Fire Hedgehog"? There was nothing that could be done, and most of them were dead in a matter of seconds.
Mu Ziyun's attitude towards life has changed a lot. It can also be said that he has given up on himself. He doesn't want to be a man-eating demon, but no matter what he does or how he hides himself, there are always people around him because of him. When it came to death, he figured out that he was born a sinner, or that he was born to do these things. He believed in fate, and this was fate.
The miserable howl resounded through Wenlong Valley, and the sleeping old guy was finally awakened. Just as Muzi Yunsha was rising, a terrifying breath came from the valley in the west, and even Muzi, who was in the state of fierce wind and fire, Yun couldn't help but shudder.
"Who! Dare to kill my disciple of Bu Pu Sect!" The deep voice echoed in the valley. After Mu Ziyun felt this breath, he immediately felt that something was wrong and wanted to send a signal to Hu Zi to let him leave quickly, but it was too late. It was too late, the owner of that voice and breath had already arrived in front of Mu Ziyun.
It was a spirited old man, standing thirty feet above the ground, wearing a fat white robe, with a cold murderous look in his sharp eyes. When he first appeared, all those who were still alive were shocked. The Pumen disciples all knelt down on the ground with tears in their eyes, and relaxed their tense heartstrings. They knew that they were saved, and that the fire hedgehog would also be buried here.
After Huzi sensed this aura, he immediately turned around and rushed towards Muziyun. Now he happened to be beside him. After a jump, he also reached a high altitude and stood next to Muziyun.
"What's going on? This old guy is so powerful. He's even more powerful than our leader." Huzi whispered uneasily.
Mu Ziyun met the old man's cold eyes, trying his best to keep himself from falling behind, but obviously failed. The old man's violent aura was not weak, and it seemed that the number of people killed could no longer be measured by ordinary numbers.
Mu Ziyun tentatively asked the old man, "Who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name!"
The old man looked gloomy as if he was looking at the two bodies. He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth: "You rats, how dare you kill the children of my sect like this. If I don't cut you into pieces, it's hard to understand the hatred in my heart." ."
Mu Ziyun laughed and slowly moved to Huzi's side. His right hand secretly touched the hunting bow coiled around his waist, ready to escape at any time.
"Hey, after talking some nonsense, I asked who you are." Mu Ziyun said again.
The aura on the old man's body suddenly rose, and his fat robe started to dance. The old man said: "Dare to break into Wenlong Valley and kill people, it shows that you are a little bit brave, so you are qualified to know my name! Anyway, I am Bu Pu. One of the Menfa Sect, the name is too long, just remember me as the old sword king."
As soon as Mu Ziyun took out the hunting bow, he suddenly froze, Old Sword King? In an instant, Mu Ziyun gave up the idea of escaping, put the Hunting Bow on his waist again, looked up at the old man with a wicked smile, and said: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you. Unfortunately, it was your words." , I will fight to the end today. Everyone is talking about how powerful you are. Oh, I want to slap everyone in the face today, so that’s fine! Since you are the old sword king, you deserve to know my identity. , I am the disciple of Qingshan Peak—Mu Ziyun."
Raising his voice, Mu Ziyun shouted boldly: "Remember, today you, the old sword king, will be beheaded by me here!"
Huzi originally wanted to run away, but Mu Ziyun changed his mind. Just as he was thinking about what to do, he heard Mu Ziyun say to him: "I have sensed that there is no leader in Wenlong Valley except this old guy." Level people, you go and get rid of them, I will be responsible for dealing with the old guy."
"It's not good," Huzi said anxiously, "I'd better go with you." "No, I can't let go of you when you're here." After Muziyun said that, he flew to the same height as the old sword king. Huzi had no choice but to believe Muzi. Yun's strength fell back to the ground, and he killed the remaining Bu Pumen disciples as quickly as possible.
The Old Sword King snorted coldly and moved his fingers, but Mu Ziyun had already prepared his momentum and immediately flicked the fire ball out. At the side of the Old Sword King, he used the invisible weapon that the Old Sword King had thrown to kill Hu Zi. The blade completely melted.
"Old guy, don't waste your efforts. They have to die, and you will die too."
The aura on the old Sword King Huhu rose to another level, and his robe was ripped to pieces, revealing his dark body. He was really tall and tall, and his sword was not old. His body was densely covered with scars, and some even had scars on his heart. The murderous anger spread instantly.
The old sword king was full of murderous intent and said: "Mu Ziyun from Qingshan Mountain is a great person. Unfortunately, he has no brains and cannot stay in his infancy. He came here to die. Okay! I will help you."
The old sword king roared to the sky. In front of him, a white gleaming rune array appeared, floating in the air. A white sword with a one-foot handle and three feet long slowly rose from the rune array. The old sword king walked into the rune array step by step, raised his hand and grasped the handle of the sword. The moment he pulled out the sword, there was a rumble and a crackle. Mu Ziyun seemed to hear mountains composed of blades, pouring towards him. .
Of course, this is not an illusion. The mountain of swords does indeed exist. Mu Ziyun activated his whole body to its peak, and a fire skull appeared on his head. The flames on his body became more manic and hissing with the help of the fire beads. , boom, the flames melted all the blades pressed by Gai into slurry. From a distance, it looked like Muziyun was wrapped into a ball by a mass of slurry, but in reality, Muziyun was pressed by two mountains of knives. The mountain was much bigger than he thought.
The old sword king looked at Mu Ziyun coldly. This might not even be considered a warm-up move. His spells had not been used for a long time. If this kid couldn't even handle two mountains, he would be a little disappointed.
Today in this Dragon Grain Valley, there is bound to be only one person who can survive.
