Jumping out from the shadows, he first demonstrated his momentum with the strength of the third level, and then sprinted with all his strength after Xing Zuo had "just enough time" to calculate. Finally, he thrust out the dagger in his sleeve. The distance of seven to eight feet was for the current Mu. For Qing Lai, it was just a snap of the fingers with all his strength.
Master and apprentice Huaifenghua had several dangerous moments at the hands of Murong Xing and Geng Jian, and Mu Qing couldn't help but take action. Not only did he not only have many close calls against the experienced Huaifenghua, he was able to escape from dangerous situations. , even the fledgling Zhang Shaoyao has made great progress in the short period of fighting. Since Murong Xing knows the effect of a final word, how can he, Mu Qing, not know?
At the moment when Xing Zuo couldn't get away and didn't want to get away, Mu Qing waited. His speed increased sharply, and after suddenly approaching Xing Zuo, he thrust out a sword without any trace of mud or water.
This short sword was named "Mu Qing" by Zhang Shaoyao after his master's Aoki Sword. It came from the animal skin scabbard firmly tied to the inner arm of his right hand and came to Mu Qing's hand. It suddenly rose up with all its power, piercing Xing's left ribs straight into his heart.
Affected by the penetrating force brought by this speed, Xing Zuo was like a big tree rolled back by a strong wind, rising directly from the ground. If it hadn't been for the moment when the dagger entered his body, the scorching sword would have been slightly similar. The intention made him remember it too hard, so he subconsciously twisted his body and tightened his waist and abdominal muscles, which was enough to allow the sword to break even half of it. Then I am afraid that Xing Zuo's heart has been smashed by the sword, so how can he still cry? Speak up.
Xing Zuo was in the air, discarding the iron rod in his hand. He tightly strangled Mu Qing's wrist holding the sword with both hands. Mu Qing pressed hard with his tiger's mouth, and his true energy flowed along the sword body to make up for the blow that smashed Xing Zuo's heart. His hair and beard were spread out. Even if he spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, he still had to gather up the collapsed qi and zhenqi to protect his heart. He asked viciously and gloomily: "What is your relationship with that woman?"
When Mu Qing came out, he was wearing a scarf, only showing a pair of heroic eyes. He had no intention of talking nonsense to the dead man. He put his free left hand at his waist, clenched his fingers tightly, and was about to punch Xing's left chest. The convergence of internal and external energy is enough to crush the opponent's hastily blocked defenses in front of his orifice.
"Master!!!" The girl's feeble cry suddenly sounded.
Mu Qing was startled, looked back intently, snorted coldly, and still punched Xing Zuo's chest. The speed and strength of this punch increased by half a point, but Mu Qing no longer bothered to guide the power under his fist, and directly used Li turned around and rushed towards Huaifenghua.
Geng Jian kept pestering Zhang Shaoyao, and even left a few sword marks on the girl's body because of Zhang Shaoyao's distraction. Mu Qing just turned Xu Zuo into the air, and the crumbling Huaifenghua should have breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, Murong Xing moved.
Even Geng Jian looked sideways at his move, because after resisting the spirit mist formation for so long, Murong Xing unexpectedly burst out with first-level strength at this moment.
Looking at Huaifenghua who was holding a broken sword and unable to fight anymore, Murong Xing, who was about to kill her, no longer had the slightest intention of waiting for his old friend. He just wanted to immediately put out the signs of an unexpected extension and let the situation return to his hands.
When Xing Zuo fell to the ground, Murong Xing was only half a foot away from Huaifenghua, and Mu Qing, who had pulled away to rescue him, was still three feet away behind Murong Xing. Everything seemed to be just another calculation.
Murong Xing narrowed his eyes, just in time to meet Huaifenghua's surprised and surprised eyes.
Xing Zuo was knocked away, and the iron rod did not fall. Huaifenghua had already forcibly stopped the condensation of the overestimating sword, and no longer planned to die together.
She was the first person to know Mu Qing's identity tonight. This was a very strange intuition. When she saw the pair of eyes on the scarf that were still bright even in the dark night, Huaifenghua knew Mu Qing's identity.
Intersecting with Murong Xing's cold gaze, Huaifenghua seemed to have been cast a restraining technique, just staring blankly behind Murong Xing.
Mu Qing would appear here tonight, which was enough of a surprise to her, but now, looking at the scene behind Murong Xing, she could not hide the surprise in her eyes.
When did he become a swordsman? Or a peak first-grade sword cultivator?
Huai Fenghua's silence became a scene of calmly dying in the eyes of Mu Qing, who was chasing after him. He shouted loudly, and the energy rushed to his limbs and bones, enveloping the amber-like majestic energy in his meridians, He completed the path of Qi in an instant, and when he finished it in one breath and stood upright in front of him with the dagger in his hand, a torch burning to release the burning energy was burning in the night mist.
The torch initially emitted a faint blue flame, but after Mu Qingyou's unyielding anger and renewed energy, a red flame began to appear.
In the mid-air illuminated by the sword energy from the fire, his vision was clear. Mu Qing had already absorbed a large amount of the spiritual mist in the spiritual mist array into his body as soon as he opened and retracted his chest. It seemed that he had only used 12 points of strength, and immediately made up for another 10 points. With two points of strength, after the successful practice of moving the golden mountain, Mu Qing's eyes were firm and bright. With a twist of his wrist, the dagger in his hand shot towards Murong Xing.
One foot closer, Murong Xing had a long sword casually picked up from the ground in his hand. He held the long sword upside down, and it seemed that the next moment he flipped his wrist and stretched out his arm, he could cut off Huaifenghua's head or kill her. Pierce the heart of Huaifenghua.
Feeling the sword energy behind him that had actually reached the peak of the first rank, Murong Xing was much more decisive than Xing Zuo. His forcibly raised strength could not last long, so it was better to make a decisive decision than to shrink back.
After all, this peak first-grade sword energy cannot be avoided. For Murong Xing, who is actually an extraordinary mid-level person and has sensitive energy sensing, he will never be seriously injured.
Murong Xing twisted his wrist, and the hilt of the ordinary iron sword he was holding upside down rotated half a circle under the edge of his palm, drawing a clear sword arc, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Huaifenghua's calm face.
Before Huaifenghua withdrew her gaze, she glanced at the young apprentice who had been trying to rush towards her. She was a little relieved that Mu Qing should be able to protect her tonight with such strength. As for her eyes with Murong Xing at this time, she looked at The bloody aura that settled in Murong Xing's eyes made Huaifenghua smile, full of cold contempt.
Why did senior sister blindly fall in love with you back then?
Murong Xing's mouth moved slightly, and the tip of the sword moved up slightly to aim at the most lively eyes on Huaifenghua's pale face. The meaning in those eyes made him extremely unhappy, and he just wanted to crush these eyes immediately. .
At this moment, even Mu Qing, who had already performed a sword far beyond his usual level of swordsmanship, was somewhat silent. His Li Huo Po Ling sword had hidden secrets. If Murong Xing didn't know what he was doing, who could stop him from attacking Huaifeng Huayou? Murong Xing, who has thoughts of killing after killing?
At this moment, Geng Jian even slowed down his offensive and allowed Zhang Shaoyao to rush towards Huaifenghua.
Only Xing Zuo, who struggled to get up after falling to the ground, said one word after thinking about it a thousand times.
"retreat."
The sound of the cough mixed with blood foam was not loud, but to Murong Xing's ears it was no less than a thunder.
He and Xing Zuo have collaborated a lot more times than Geng Jian. Compared with Geng Jian's straightforward character of "I will do whatever you tell me to do", Xing Zuo is undoubtedly the same type of person as him. , are all people who make decisions before taking action, and who use wisdom to drive force.
Murong Xing turned around at this moment, holding the iron sword horizontally, and quickly pressed the two fingers of his left hand against the tip of the sword. However, after his movement, the short sword with two sword auras, blue and red, faced him. It hit him straight in the head.
Murong Xing snorted coldly, raised his arm slightly, and blocked the tip of the dagger with the two-inch-wide blade. Just when he thought it was nothing more than that, the sword energy on the dagger suddenly rose, as if it was boosted by the autumn wind. The fire of the wilderness spread out quickly, and then in the next moment it seemed that its momentum had been exhausted, and it suddenly retracted and penetrated the iron sword.
Murong Xing's pupils shrank. The iron sword made of ordinary material was intact, but he caught the real danger of this sword energy that had locked onto him.
The next moment, Murong Xing gave up his sword and quickly retracted his arms to block the strange sword energy.
This time, the power of Lihuo Poling has broken through the boundaries of the spiritual realm, and it has almost touched the threshold of the early stage of transcendence. When the blue and red intertwined Lihuo sword energy pierced Murong Xing's palms, he almost lost his body Most of the remaining true energy was gathered in his palms. At this moment, his defense could reach the early stage of the extraordinary.
It seemed like a tit-for-tat confrontation between spear and shield, but when the truth came out the next moment, there was no sound of the sword energy being consumed, and Lihuo's sword energy plunged into Murong Xing's palm.
Murong Xing's body shook for a moment but then stabilized immediately. He was worried about the possible sneak attack from behind. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the root of his teeth to forcefully resist the shaking of Tao's spiritual womb. He swept his body to Xing Zuo's side and pushed Xing Zuo After "picking it up", he retreated to Geng Jian and asked solemnly: "What kind of weird sword intention is this?"
Xing Zuo couldn't cover the wound that was only an inch wide on the left side of his abdomen, and he couldn't regain his strength for the time being.
Although he spiritually escaped having his heart smashed by a sword, and was considered to be "surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao" by Murong Xing, the weight of Mu Qing's sword and punch was really unclear, and the blood oozing out of his abdomen felt like it was being hurt by that blow. The remaining hot sword intent slowly boiled away, and the qi in his chest was hard to calm down. Xingzuo bent over and spit out several mouthfuls of dark blue blood, shook his head, and his vision finally became clearer.
He looked in the direction of Mu Qing, with a hint of fear in his slightly confused eyes, and laughed at himself: "The female swordsman who appeared in Jinguan City also had this kind of sword energy. That time, she was the same as me. She died three times in the end." indivual."
Geng Jian narrowed his eyes and stared suspiciously at the man who had landed next to Huaifenghua.
He had a judgment that even he found incredible. However, after calming down, his reason finally defeated his unconscious consciousness. After all, that kid was just a poisonous cultivator and should not be a human being.
There was a hand on her back that was holding her slightly. Huaifenghua raised her eyebrows as if to avoid it, but unexpectedly she moaned in comfort.
Zhang Shaoyao had also run over at this time. He was about to frown when he saw the masked man standing behind his master. When he looked into those bright smiling eyes, he silently widened his eyes and opened his mouth. little cherry mouth.
While Mu Qing used the "dead wood to spring" in the Ten Thousand Poisons Manual to send clear and comfortable warmth to Huaifenghua, he quietly blinked his eyes and hissed.
Zhang Shaoyao had a look of surprise on his face, but he almost didn't scream. At this time, the sword wound on his body finally delayed its onset, and his grinning look was extremely cute.
