As the Spiritual Mist Array was turned on for longer and longer, the mist deposited outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers was so dense that it showed a flowing state.

If it were daytime, and someone looked down from the air, with a valley as the center, the sight of the thick fog rolling around would be unique, just like the endless steam surrounding the most famous copper hot pot in Jinguan City.

The bonfire in the camp became smaller and smaller after being disturbed by water vapor, and was affected by the fighting between several people. Finally, it was completely extinguished at this moment.

However, as your cultivation level rises, your five senses will become more and more outstanding. Even at night with thick fog, Mu Qing could see three feet away by sight alone.

He took advantage of the cover of the blind corner of the tent and continuously changed his position, looking little by little in the direction of where the flower had fallen to the ground.

One moment, Huaifenghua was about to kill Murong Xing with a sword, but the next moment, the advantages and disadvantages were exchanged, and Huaifenghua was in danger. The situation at the scene changed so quickly. If Huai Fenghua hadn't had the courage to sacrifice one life for another, it would have been too late for Mu Qing to react and save everything.

Mu Qing walked to the right and glanced at Murong Xing with great restraint. After Huaifenghua was knocked away by his palm, he did not pursue the victory. He stood on the spot, wearing a green dress looming in the heavy fog, with an indescribable cloud and light wind. light.

Mu Qing frowned, he was dumbfounded by Murong Xing's insidiousness and cunning. He was obviously good at conspiracy, but standing quietly in the fog in his green clothes gave him a sense of calm and uprightness.

"Have you been showing weakness?!" Huai Cao Shi, who was closest to Murong Xing, asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Your fetal breath method will definitely not be able to resist for so long..."

Huai Cao Shi finally reacted, "What state are you in now?"

Murong Xing narrowed his eyes and asked, "Can your Ten Thousand Flowers Heart Sutra be immune to the influence of the Spiritual Mist Formation?"

He had just seen Huaifenghua fall to the ground on the back of his head. He held it up with one hand and had enough energy to flip around in the air and land steadily.

"We can exchange answers." Murong Xing turned to look at Huai Cao Shi and said with a smile, "How about it?"

Huai Cao Shi pondered: "Only by practicing the Ten Thousand Flowers Heart Sutra to the ninth level can you not be affected. It's your turn to answer me."

"Didn't you guess it? I have now broken through to the first level."

Murong Xing always leaves room for thought when he speaks and acts. This is something he learned from a defeated general when he was young.

When the man first fought with Murong Xing, he only showed a fifth-level cultivation level. Murong Xing was already a third-level cultivation base at that time. He thought he was sure of victory, but by the end of the fight, the man had reached the second level. That was the closest battle to death that Murong Xing had ever faced. Fortunately, the other party had the intention of teasing and finally died in his hands. Therefore, "leave some room for yourself in life and work" has become something Murong Xing has always practiced. .

Huai Cao Shi happened to know Murong Xing's story, and she knew the other person's character well. She sneered, "Middle stage of extraordinary life?"

The method of fetal breath can only be a stupid way to forcibly isolate, but when the fog in the spiritual mist array becomes thicker and thicker, as long as the method of fetal breath is stopped, in half a quarter of an hour, even a person in the early stage of transcendence will be able to The clubhouse is running low.

As Murong Xing said, Huaifenghua was already at the first level of cultivation and was not affected by the spiritual mist formation. Murongxing was still able to defeat Huaifenghua after being affected by the spiritual mist formation, which speaks volumes. Huai Cao Shi said this because he thought of this.

Murong Xing was noncommittal, and when he was about to look away, he made a surprising discovery.

"Eh?" Murong Xing crossed Huai Cao Shi and stood in front of Xu Zuo. He squinted his eyes. Xu Zuo raised his head and said angrily: "If you have anything to do with me, what kind of man are you trying to trick a woman like Fan Rou?"

Murong Xing glanced at the large group of his men who had fallen down, and said in surprise: "Are you okay?"

The Heart Sutra of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley is passed down from female to male, and this boy doesn't know the Ten Thousand Flowers Heart Sutra. Murong Xing thought about this and asked directly: "Is there any other way?"

"You don't have to give me a cold face. Since I can make someone humiliate her the first time, I can do it the second time."

Huai Cao Shi frowned and looked at the eldest disciple beside him, thoughtfully, and immediately warned him in a cold voice: "Xu Zuo can't say."

"Alas~" Murong Xing sighed, "I thought that you have been hunted down by Tianshou so many times. You should know that when you are a slave and I am a fish, you have to compromise."

Murong Xing didn't have time to spend time with his master and apprentice here, so he glanced at the place where Huaifenghua was hiding.

The thick fog surrounds his side, and even if he uses the method of fetal breath now, it won't help. Murong Xing estimated that if she waited for half a cup of tea, she would be weaker than Huaifenghua.

Of course, he still had the last trump card, but the big disciple of Huaifenghua who went to Zhanglu to bring in reinforcements was a variable and had to be guarded against. As for whether the opponent could bring in reinforcements from Hidden Valley, Murong Xing didn't consider it at all.

Thinking of the old man Murong Yin's pedantry and lack of knowledge, Murong Xing's eyes were sarcastic. It was good that they didn't help each other and only looked at the results. On the contrary, it made him do things with less worries.

As soon as his mind wandered away, Murong Xing picked up the ordinary long sword on the ground under the cold and hostile gazes of the master and apprentice.

The owner of the long sword was really one of the unlucky ones. His cultivation was not weak anymore, and he had time to unsheath it, but when he fainted, he cut a gash in his arm.

Murong Xing ignored the blood draining out of his men, passed Huai Cao Shi's helpless obstruction, and came to Lu Fanrou, who was curled up on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

"You are more lucky than them. You won't feel the pain if you faint."

Murong Xing didn't even try to ask the master and apprentice once more. A two-inch-long gash appeared on the unconscious Lu Fanrou's face.

"Bastard!!!" Xu Zuo's eyes were splitting, and he could only watch the woman he admired and slowly fell in love with being hurt like this.

Xu Zuoya's gang has gathered, and he would have said it if he were alone, but there are still masters, junior sisters, and senior uncles who are working hard to save everyone.

He didn't wait for a quarter of an hour to rush out to save people. He didn't regret it at this time, but he did drag down the Valley Master's uncle. If he opened this mouth, he would harm everyone.

Because he knew that although the Wanhua Dan produced in Wanhua Valley was rare, there were also many dignitaries from Quan Mansion to the imperial court. Maybe Murong Xing had it in his possession at this time.

"Can we talk now?"

The sword edge was still moving, Xu Zuo wished he could bear it with his body, but he remained silent.

"It's Wanhua Dan." A voice came closer from far away, followed closely by Huai Fenghua's sword, which was colder than her voice.

From the corner of his eye, Murong Xing could just catch a glimpse of the hope in Xu Zuo's eyes, and sneered, "Well done."

He didn't turn around or turn his head. He followed Geng Jian's previous method of carrying the sword, turning his elbow backwards and flipping the sword upward with his wrist. He only heard a "ding" sound, and Huaifenghua stabbed Murong Xing with his sword. on the sword.

Huaifeng raised his eyebrows, and the sword energy poured out. The long sword made of ordinary iron was cut off directly. Seeing that the sword energy was about to rush into the back of Murong Xing's heart, Murong Xing looked at what he was doing on the ground without any grace. Huai Cao Shi pounced.

Huaifenghua snorted coldly, and the move that was supposed to pursue him with a sword could only be forcibly interrupted. She leaned back and tiptoed forward a little, wanting to fly behind her.

Being in the spirit mist formation, her advantage over Murong Xing, whose strength is constantly declining, will only become greater and greater. Put some pressure appropriately without making the opponent jump over the wall. Huaifenghua has seen frogs drowned in puddles due to the heat of the scorching sun, and she understands this.

Murong Xing noticed that Jian Feng was not following behind him. When Huai Cao Shi fell to the ground, he reached out and slapped the ground on the side of her face, then stood up and chased after her.

Mud flakes flew into her hair and eyelashes. Huai Cao Shi, who was knocked down by Murong Xing, bent over with an expressionless face.

"Want to leave?"

Murong Xing held up a long and narrow scimitar equipped by the soldiers of Suzaku City at his feet, broke through the heavy fog in front of him and caught up with Huaifenghua.

He held the knife with both hands, raised it above his head and struck hard.

Murong Xing used all his strength in this slash. Huaifenghua's right hand held the sword in front of him, and his left hand held the sword finger three inches below the tip of the sword.

The scimitar hit the middle of the long sword, and the long sword bent inward, reaching its limit in an instant. Huaifenghua, who was already leaning back, was about to fall to the ground.

A clear voice burst out from the side, "Master, I'm here."

I saw Zhang Shaoyao, who was supposed to be confronting Geng Jian, rushing over. She attacked Murong Xing to save him, and flew towards Murong Xing's heart with her sword.

"Oops! This silly girl doesn't have any eyesight."

When Mu Qing approached, he happened to spot Zhang Shaoyao. Unexpectedly, the girl's blood rushed over her head and she rushed out.

There was clearly a sword coming from behind, but Murong Xing did not get angry but smiled instead. His expression was noticed by Huaifenghua, who was fine with the situation and forced her to reverse her posture and shouted loudly: "Be careful! !”

Murong Xing snorted coldly, loosened his wrist, and with the help of the rebound force of the long sword that was bent to the extreme, he drew a semicircle backward with his right foot, flattened the blade and swung it backwards with perfect fluency.

The curved scimitar divided the thick fog behind Murong Xing into up and down parts. The sword cut horizontally towards Zhang Shaoyao's door. Fortunately, after Huai Fenghua reminded him, Zhang Shaoyao, who was less than three steps away from Murong Xing, paused. Just send your little head up.

She scolded, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointed upright. Before Murong Xing's arm was pointed straight at her and the scimitar could cut her, she straightened her hands, and the long sword in her hand was in contact with Murong Xing's curved sword. The knives clashed together.

"Bang -" Because there was no waste of energy to wrap the blade, the scimitar collided with the long sword in a cross shape and broke with a sound.

Huaifenghua, who was forcefully rising from the ground, saw this opportunity and stabbed Murong Xing in the neck with her sword.

Murong Xing was plotted from front to back, but fortunately he took the initiative to attack Zhang Shaoyao to open a gap, and left the battlefield sideways in the direction of Zhang Shaoyao.

"Geng Jian!" Although Murong Xing had plans to fish, he definitely didn't want to put himself in the danger of being an enemy. He guessed that Geng Jian definitely had more than this ability.

After Murong Xing shouted loudly, a silent sword intention came straight from the corner of the thick fog!