Since there are no living disciples of the Bu Pumen in the Grain Dragon Valley, the Old Sword King can do it without any scruples. Regardless of whether it will break the veins of the Grain Stone, the Old Sword King will completely destroy his old bones. became active.
First, he made a large cage with invisible blades, spanning more than ten miles. The cage had about four to five thousand layers. A grasshopper could be cut into thin slices even if it went in. Fortunately, Mu Ziyun used a flame to explore the way first, but He has become a turtle in a urn. It is absolutely impossible to escape, and he can only fight hard or outwit.
"Oh my god" Huzi said with his hands covering his face as a piece of skin was cut off: "Why is this old guy so powerful?"
Mu Ziyun was flicking fire bombs everywhere with his hands. Those fire bombs would explode when they hit something, and the position of the blade could be vaguely revealed. However, the blade flew very fast and disappeared as soon as he saw it clearly. In this case, he could not hide without moving. All dangerous.
"Hey! Mu Ziyun, how do you fight? Do you think of a way?"
"We can't break out. We have to kill the old man. But he is standing in the center. To get to him, we have to pass through a lot of knives. I'm not sure I can get through."
The old sword king was not far away from them, about ninety feet away. Mu Ziyun used fire bombs to explore it. Within this distance of more than ninety feet, there were layers of knife nets arranged. The gaps were very narrow and flying. The movement is very fast, and all the knife nets are expanding around, and the outer cage and the flying blades are closing in. This is not over yet, those flying knife chains will break from time to time and fly around. Shoot, if he was stabbed, half his life would be lost.
"Huzi, we have to cooperate." Muziyun and Huzi were back to back, tensing up to prevent being stabbed by flying knives.
"Bullshit, can you say something useful? I won't let you come, you have to come! It's better now." The sound of the knife hitting the knife was high and harsh, and it also brought up quite a whirlwind. Huzi had to He raised his voice, "You want to recruit! If Bu Pumen knows something is going on here, he will definitely send people here. If you continue to ink, we will both die anyway!"
Mu Ziyun opened his eyes wide, grabbed Huzi's ears, and shouted loudly: "I want to go out too! But that old man is too strong! How can he be so strong after the transformation and movement skills!"
Huzi cursed: "You are fucking comparing yourself to others! We are martial arts, and they are magic, and they have lived sixty or seventy years longer than you."
Mu Ziyun turned his head and did not listen to Hu Zi's complaints behind him. He thought to himself that this old man was just a master of movement, and he was just strong. It was impossible for Hu Zi and I, the two shapeshifters, not to be able to escape, let alone I'm still born with a body of fire, and I'm still in a state of arrogance
Eh? When he thought of Yan Xiu, Mu Ziyun had a flash of inspiration, turned his head, and shouted loudly: "Huzi, I have thought of a way! You listen to my command!" Huzi's ears were tortured by the sharp sound of the blades clashing around him. Deaf and speechless, he nodded vigorously towards Mu Ziyun.
Mu Ziyun tore off his shirt and took a deep breath. The skin all over his body turned red and steam came out. His two palms slowly approached each other, squeezing in a lot of fire and wind as they approached. Then, he clenched his left hand into a fist. Inject the new fire energy and wind into the right palm.
This is Zuo Zhiwei's move again. I don't know how many times he has helped Mu Ziyun. Because the wind ball on his right palm played a guiding role, many of the blades flying around were sucked in. Mu Ziyun had to see this. He stopped and acted like a half-finished product, shouting loudly to Huzi: "Get down!"
While lying down quickly with Hu Zi, he threw the wind ball carrying the fire energy in his hand towards the sky. The huge vortex attracted a lot of invisible blades, and under the fire sweep, the general outline was revealed, but It only absorbed part of it.
Seeing that this was effective, Mu Ziyun immediately made several more wind balls of the same degree and threw them in different directions, causing the originally chaotic blade to start flying according to a certain trajectory. The old sword king saw it all, but he remained motionless. All the blades in these ten miles of ground were controlled by him alone. The center position where he stood was the fortress of the strangulation cage. No one could attack it, and no one could escape. .
The appearance of Wenlong Valley was "repaired" beyond recognition. Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi ran to an open space, which was in the middle of several wind balls and had a relatively small number of blades.
"Huzi, it's up to you next. We can't get close to the old man, so drag him out or lock him in there."
"Tell me! How to do it!"
Mu Ziyun pointed at several wind balls in the sky and shouted: "Make all those knives heavier, so heavy that the old man can't lift them!" "Okay!"
Huzi immediately transformed into Zhongyu, saw a wind ball, and pushed Zhongyu there. There was a bang. Although he couldn't see it, the ground was indeed hit by the blade that became heavier and fell. A deep hole was hit by the wind. The ball was dragged away, and Mu Ziyun quickly threw it to make up for it.
The two of them came one after another, consuming more and more energy. Soon, the two of them realized that this was not a good idea. There were too many blades. If you pull down a thousand blades, there will be thousands more to replace them. I won't be able to finish it until I die.
Stopping out of breath, Mu Ziyun waved his hands and shouted: "No, we have to find the main chain" "Then you should look for it!"
Mu Ziyun touched his chin and stamped his feet while thinking, Hu Zi was guarding him from flying knives.
"Look at me!" Mu Ziyun asked Huzi to stand farther away, spread his hands, and the fire beads flew to his forehead, and then countless fire spots rose around him, which were infinitely reduced versions of the fire balls. There was almost nothing. The lethality, then, Mu Ziyun took out the hunting bow, aimed it at the top of his head, condensed the flames on it, and fired a rocket. The rocket flew into the sky and pierced the flying blade.
Those chaotic invisible flying knives were affected by the momentum of the rocket. Mu Ziyun then let the fire points around him fly into the sky. When the blade hit, it would be stained with fire points. At this time, the scene in front of him became clear. All the The blades were moving, and would be affected by the rocket to some extent. Finally, the two of them found a long knife chain consisting of a knife head and a knife tail. Under the momentum of the rocket, it only trembled, but its position did not change much.
"That's him!" Mu Ziyun transformed into a cracked fire step and rushed that way, beating while rushing to clear the way for Hu Zi, who followed closely behind, waited for the group of knives, and arrived at the long knife chain. Huzi immediately flew forward, grabbed the chain with one hand, screamed, and fell down.
When the heavy domain was concentrated in one place, the effect increased exponentially. In an instant, the long sword chain became two hundred times heavier. It smashed down with a hula, and the cage outside was also twisted. The old sword king With a look of surprise on his face, he felt that one of the main sword chains he controlled in his hand had lost control. This was not over yet. Huzi and Mu Ziyun followed the main chain, releasing wind balls to clear the way, and then increasing the gravity, step by step, they opened a path leading to the old man. The road around the King of Swords.
