"Can the commotion be so loud?" Lei Dian looked at his feet and squinted his eyes.
The route chosen by the fishermen was to land straight down, closest to the camp in front of the valley entrance. They had been descending from the peak for a while, and were only seven or eight feet above the ground.
The fisherman clung to the raised rock with one hand, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he breathed out, maintaining the best condition to take action at all times.
Lei Dian looked at the fisherman and asked with his eyes. The fisherman nodded and said softly: "It's just the first grade, no problem."
In recent years, Lei Dian has focused all his energy on maintaining health and longevity, and he can only trust the fisherman in his judgment of on-the-spot qi.
There was hesitation on his face, and he suddenly heard the sadistic rumble of the wind under his feet. He was stunned and said with a smile, "What? It looks like the second master has capsized in the gutter. Let's land somewhere else."
Lei Dian looked at Murong Xiu Ming and said, "After going to the ground, let her calm down."
Ning Chu's eyes were always looking for the ground where the movement came from. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at Lei Dian indifferently. Lei Dian sneered, "Murong boy, don't do bad things."
Murong Xiuming knew the severity, but he didn't let Ning Chu faint, and tapped Ning Chu's mute point.
Ning Chu was a little surprised, not because of Murong Xiu Ming's kindness, but because the strength of Murong Xiu Ming's acupuncture was not light, and he could faintly have the strength of the second grade.
Lei Dian and his party took advantage of the concentrated confrontation between Murong Xing and Mu Qing to quietly step onto the ground and inch closer to the camp.
Inside the camp, Mu Qing used his true energy to forcibly kill part of his sword energy, stepped out with his left foot, and rushed towards Murong Xing.
Every time Mu Qing took a step, he would take it wider than the previous step. At this moment, he bent his right foot and stepped hard on the ground. His whole body directly spanned the distance of three feet, and he sent a sword towards Murong Xing's face. Door.
The anger on Murong Xing's face gradually deepened. This person's energy flow was destroyed by his sword energy. How dare he attack him first?
Murong Xing struck his forehead hard against the tip of the sword, as if he was going to die. However, when the tip of the sword was less than half an inch away from Murong Fly away.
Mu Rong Occasionally he wears a sword and sometimes a sword, but anyone who knows him knows that his most powerful hands are his.
Using one's body as a sword is his way.
So when Murong Xingyun calmly made sword fingers with both hands and stabbed Mu Qing in the chest at the same time, Mu Qing knew that a man like Murong Xing who had experienced hundreds of battles would never be so confident, but who wouldn't be so desperate? Mu Qing I originally thought about inflicting this blow on Murong Xing, but at the last moment my heart moved and I chose to give up.
Murong Xing's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of surprise deep in his eyes. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was a trap when he opened the door in his hand, but it was also an opportunity for anyone to look at it. Unexpectedly, the man in front of him said Just give up. Otherwise, he could really fight to kill this person even though he was seriously injured.
With one injury, Geng Jian was eliminated from the battlefield. Murong Xing became a little more cautious about this person. However, Mu Qing, who was involved, was obviously not very satisfied. He estimated that Murong Xing was relying on his state-of-the-art methods. When he came to fight, his strength should be greatly reduced, but his retreat just now was the first time he had a clear idea after his spiritual fetus was completed, and he chose to give up voluntarily.
"Now that we're here, how can we just leave?" Murong Xing snorted coldly, took a step across with his left foot, walked to the left, and entangled Mu Qing reluctantly.
Mu Qing's face was slightly solemn. Even in the current battle, he still relied on the majestic zhenqi in his body to continuously attack and consume the sword energy that Murong Xing had penetrated into the Shenzang point on his chest.
If Murong Xing is a clever woman with excellent cooking skills but no rice, then Mu Qing is a rich man who has no rice and oil but poor cooking skills. Murong Xing regards Mu Qing's failure to adjust her breath well and take the initiative as a kind of ignorance. What would you think if you knew that Mu Qing was spending so wantonly at this time?
Seeing that the two fingers that were glowing with cold white light were about to stab his shoulder, Mu Qing paused in his steps, his waist sank and his shoulders tilted, and he dodged away. Although it was just a slight brush, the clothes on his shoulders split directly, and even sometimes A faint blood groove fell.
Mu Qing pursed his lips. Murong Xing kept staring at the flow of his Qi. The acupuncture points on his shoulders that had briefly stagnated just now were found. The most important thing was Murong Xing's two fingers that condensed the true meaning of his sword. Now it is sharper than any sword with a broken edge.
Murong Xing's eyes were cold, but the solemnity hidden in the depths was getting deeper. If this person kept hiding like this, at most half a cup of tea, the balance of strength between them, which was already uncertain, would immediately tilt towards the other.
But the more this happened, the less likely Murong Xing was to show any intention of retreating, and even less likely to have the slightest hint of timidity.
As soon as he stepped back from the previous confrontation, he was pressed down and beaten. Mu Qing kept his sword eyebrows frowning. Finally, after barely escaping again but being left with a new injury, Mu Qing stretched out his right foot to the side. His left leg stopped straight down, and his movement to the right suddenly stopped, and the dagger in his right hand was transferred to his left hand in the blink of an eye.
There was a hint of joy deep in Murong Xing's eyes. Don't you want to hide anymore? It would be better not to hide, but his face showed more and more caution.
Mu Qing held the dagger upside down with his left cross arm, and with a slight shout, a huge force suddenly burst out from his waist, driving his shoulders upward, like a beast that had been hiding behind the bushes and suddenly emerged from the bushes. With a low posture, the legs are stretched out naturally and smoothly.
After Murong Xing's sword finger on his right hand was done, he had no time to retract it to block the impact of Mu Qing's cross-arm holding the sword upside down. Murong Xing did not intend to retract it. He made a sword finger with his left hand and quickly stretched it out. Mu Qing coldly snorted, the majestic true Qi gathered on his entire left arm. Murong Xing looked at Mu Qing's attitude of trying to confront someone head-on. The corners of his mouth curled up sarcastically. The two fingers that were about to collide with Mu Qing's shoulders were deliberately moved in different directions.
The next moment, there was first the sound of metal and stone colliding, and then the sound of sharpening blades and the sound of sword energy raging intertwined.
When Mu Qing's left shoulder pressed against Murong Xing's chest, he felt that he was directly placed in front of the hardest diamond wall. Then when Murong Xing's two fingers stabbed his chest, his upper body leaned back following the force. , the dagger held upside down in his left hand just brushed against Murong Xing's chest.
Murong Xing felt a slight sting in his chest, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth was undisguised. He could use his body as a sword. Even if the true energy did not flow around him, his body's hardness was only slightly worse than the Buddhist Vajra body. That’s all.
Mu Qing snorted, and Murong Xing found a place where the flow of Qi stopped. His face turned slightly pale, and he did not bother to suppress the Qi that began to become chaotic as the sword energy raged. The true Qi surged out, and the faint blue liquid flowed out. The Fire Sword Qi suddenly surged on the dagger. Mu Qing flipped his wrist and changed from holding it upside down to holding it forward. Without specifically looking for the acupuncture point where the Qi flowed and tightened, he stabbed Murong Xing in the abdomen with one sword.
Li Huo Po Ling!
The faint blue sword energy rushed into Murong Xing's body instantly from Li Huo. Murong Xing's body swayed and his eyes relaxed a lot. As expected, this man was still affected by the disorder of energy, and this sword energy was far less powerful than before.
The tip of the sword was only half an inch into the body and it was difficult to move forward any further. Mu Qing knew that this was the limit and decisively let go. Under Murong Xing's relaxed and surprised gaze, Mu Qing stepped on the ground between Murong Xing's legs with his left foot. His body intertwined with Murong Xing's, his hands clenched into fists, and he punched Murong Xing's chest one after another without any hesitation.
Murong Xing used his strength to take a step back, and Mu Qing took a step forward, always sticking to Murong Xing to punch.
This made Murong Xing's plan to relieve his strength come to nothing. He snorted coldly. Although Mu Qing's fists had first-class strength in every punch, it was a pity that he was facing a hard body that had been tempered for thousands of times. Murong Xing knew that even if he was hit, Ten punches and a hundred punches are no big deal.
Since you have given up the plan of delaying time and insist on a life-or-death confrontation, I will naturally accompany you to the end.
In his first breath, Mu Qing punched Murong Xing twenty times in one breath. Murong Xing took back his left hand and used his right hand as a sword finger to stab Mu Qing, causing the air flow to flow out.
After taking his second breath, Mu Qingshao punched, and Murong Xing used his left hand to stab an acupuncture point under Mu Qing's armpit.
Murong Xing had not noticed yet that as he destroyed the flow of Mu Qing's Qi machine more and more, the speed of the Qi flowing out slowed down. Although Mu Qing was throwing fewer and fewer punches in one breath, the punches he was sending out were also slower. The heavier.
Murong Xing stepped back harder and harder due to the force, and Mu Qing's steps to keep up became heavier and heavier. Finally, under the attack of the two of them exchanging injuries, Mu Qing's body shook and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Just a punch in the breath.
After the punch, Murong Xing's shoulders shook, and his outstretched right hand dropped weakly. Mu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, pressed his thin lips tightly, and kept his fist pressed against Murong Xing's chest regardless of the collapse of his energy.
Murong Xing shrank slightly into a bow, and was pushed back by his fist. He raised his head with an incredibly shocked expression.
Mu Qing lowered his head slightly, his eyes lowered and not looking at him. The true energy in his body kept pouring into Murong Xing's body.
Body breaking style!
In tonight's battle, Mu Qing's Qi was disordered and he punched less, but his understanding of the Body-Breaking God Fighting Style went to a higher level.
In the past, he used to stack up hundreds of punches, thousands of punches, and tens of thousands of punches, but now he has found a way to focus on it. What if the thousands of punches turned into a simple punch.
A martial artist's fist should have the courage and strength to be grateful for the tip of a peerless sword. At that time, I don't care whether the opponent's body is indestructible. Once I throw a punch, I just want to make the opponent bow his head.
The shocked expression on Murong Xing's face turned into an unspeakably complex expression, and there was even a hint of envy.
This man actually realized a profound fist intention during the battle.
Mu Qing shook his head, raised his head, and met Murong Xing's eyes.
All of Murong Xing's emotions turned into nothingness, and he said coldly: "You are actually a poisonous cultivator!"
