Mu Qing's chest was full of blood, and his fist landed firmly on Murong Xing. The true energy in his body was like the waterfall falling from the cliff, and he rushed into Murong crazily with a majestic momentum that could only be heard by the two of them. Within the star.

Murong Xing's face was livid and purple-black, and he stared at Mu Qing fiercely. He never thought that this was just a punch that broke the line of defense in his chest, and it would have the consequences it has now.

Mu Qing's arms were straight, and when he pushed Murong Xing back with his fist, the blood at the corner of his mouth was as unstoppable as the water bursting from the embankment. He allowed the sword energy to wreak havoc on the energy structure, but he also wanted to send more true energy into Murong Xing. Within the star.

Murong Xing didn't care at first. If Mu Qing's energy was the waterfall falling, then the meridians and acupoints in his body were the deep pool under the cliff. Murong Xing was confident that he could withstand the impact.

But as the remaining true energy no longer obeyed, and after being eroded, it tended to pollute the entire pool of water. Murong Xing instantly realized in his heart that the man in front of him was not a sword cultivator. He turned out to be a sword cultivator. A poisonous cultivator who is good at using deception methods.

Mu Qing could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. Most of the blood fell on Mu Qing's arm. Murong Xing smelled the bloody smell at the end of his nose, his eyes flashed, and he asked again in a condensed voice: "Are you poisonous?" build?"

Mu Qing swallowed a mouthful of blood, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "If I use a sword, do I have to be a swordsman?"

Murong Xing felt the inexplicable and profound hostility and wanted to break away, but found that he was still under the influence of the punch.

He planted his heels on the ground, and had already plowed two shallow ravines several feet long on the ground. He simply put away his futile efforts, and his feet instantly left the ground. His whole body was like a hard bow that had not been bent to the limit. Under Mu Qing's punch that still didn't leave his body, it flew more and more curved at low altitude.

After Mu Qing unified his ten thousand punches, he slowly realized a bit of stickiness under this punch that never left Murong Xing's chest.

It seemed that as long as Mu Qing was not exhausted, the two of them would continue to rush in the direction of the punch.

A large military tent for more than twenty people to rest was right behind Murong Xing, but it was pierced through brutally in the next moment. Compared to the increasingly unfamiliar heavy and helpless feeling that spread from his chest to the meridians and acupuncture points in his body, he was burdened with a stiff body. Murong Xing didn't care that he had directly knocked down several bonfires and several military tents.

The mist was a bit cold on his back. Listening to the whistling wind in his ears that had not weakened, Murong Xing said in a serious tone for the first time tonight with a tone of discussion: "Even if you are a poisonous cultivator, this true energy is really weird. , but it’s just like me, ending up with two losses and serious injuries.”

Mu Qing sneered and said "haha", flipped his wrist, and tightened his fist like a gun head, causing Murong Xing's chest to sink deeper. His intention was already obvious.

There were a lot of accidents tonight, and now it seemed like he had no strength to restrain the chicken under one punch. Murong Xing had never been as angry as he is now. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want me to die?"

Mu Qing tilted his head and looked at Murong Xing, who was now speaking harsh words. Even though his jaw was already covered in blood, he said very naturally: "If I am seriously injured in exchange for a life that may be in the mid-transcendent stage, isn't this deal? A good deal?"

Murong Xing said in a sharp tone: "If you hadn't appeared, Master and Disciple Huai Fenghua would have been useful to me, and my life would have been absolutely safe."

Mu Qing spurted out another mouthful of blood, this time a lot of it splashed onto Murong Xing's chest. He narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Do you think this is begging for mercy?"

Murong Xing's eyes were deep and complicated, his cheeks twitched, and the fingers hanging by his side began to tremble slightly.

After the blood soaked into the face towel, the suffocating feeling of bloody smell was not pleasant. Mu Qing simply took the opportunity to vomit blood and removed the face towel. Seeing the small movements of Murong Xing's waist, Mu Qing sneered with a sneer, bent his left elbow to gain momentum, and he did not Don’t mind throwing out both fists.

Murong Xing was a little dazed looking at the face that was younger than he imagined. The faces he could remember ran through his mind one by one, but he couldn't find the face corresponding to He Yi.

Geng Jian would definitely recognize Mu Qing if he saw her, but for some unknown reason or simply because of his own arrogance, when Murong Xing showed his interest in this matter, Geng Jian just said that he was a third-level poison cultivator. , and did not take out the two paintings obtained from Bai Hao.

In order to take revenge in person, Geng Jian actually engraved Mu Qing's previous disguise and true face deeply in his mind. Unfortunately, after tonight, if he is still lucky enough to survive, the masked man with the sword will definitely do the same. would be number one on his revenge list.

After his eyelids swelled and itched, his vision was a little dim. Mu Qing looked closely at Murong Xing's eyes, where he was starting to bleed, and the complexity in Murong Xing's eyes. He smiled casually. He knew that Murong Xing had just calmed down. meaning.

Mu Qing's mind was extremely clear at this moment. He thought of the old street called Nijizi, the younger sister behind him, and the Huaifenghua who had saved him and his sister. His eyes flashed. If you dare to hurt the people around me, I will kill you.

Of course, Mu Qing planned to make such a cold and domineering declaration before saying it.

The situation changes suddenly! Murong Xing, who had retreated more than 30 feet and nearly 100 meters, moved. This time, he did not hold back. The right hand hanging down on his waist, his five fingers came together and clenched tightly, and he punched Mu Qing's heart.

It is obviously a fist, but there is a sword power that exceeds the power of a first-level spiritual being piled up in front of the fist.

No matter if you are a sword cultivator or a poison cultivator, since you want to kill you with one punch, I will do it for you with one punch!

Murong Xing's eyes were extremely cold and bright for a moment. The weight of the sword intent in his punch had reached the peak of the early stage of transcendence. Can this person handle it?

Mu Qing's eyes were firm, and the fist that had been accumulating on his waist for a long time was smoothly launched.

"Tsk--" Bai Xue entered the boiling oil, and the night fog suddenly cleared around the two arms that collided with each other.

Mu Qing's fist was blurred with blood. Under the punch of Murong Xing after searching for the old man's bottom, the fist and wrist were hammered, and it was obvious that his wrist was completely broken.

"Come back!" Following an inaudible majestic shout, a whistling sound suddenly stopped a few feet behind Mu Qing.

Huaifenghua forced herself to follow and stood next to her apprentice Zhang Shaoyao. Her face was not as solemn as Zhang Shaoyao's, but she understood better that in such a time of life and death, it would not help if a disciple with a third-level cultivation level left. , it will distract Mu Qing's attention and make him ineffective in dealing with the situation.

Zhang Shaoyao's eyelashes were trembling, and her lips were bitten and dripping with blood. Normally, she would have wrinkled her face and cried out in pain, but at this time, she looked at Mu Qing's wrist that was almost folded in half without saying a word.

After his wrist was broken by Murong Xing's punch, deep wounds began to appear on his fist. The entire skirt of Mu Qing's left arm turned into strands in one moment and turned into fly ash the next moment.

After punching out, Mu Qing's progress stopped for the first time.

His left shoulder was shaking uncontrollably, and the raging sword intent was like a small knife cutting away the flesh and blood on Mu Qing's left hand. The shuddering feeling caused by the severe pain made the extremely pale Mu Qing's eyes brighter. , he took a deep breath, and the blood on his chest soaked into his clothes piece by piece. Other than that, he seemed to have done nothing.

The entire fist of Mu Qing's left hand was almost gone, and he had become a bloody man. It seemed that his defeat was certain, but Murong Xing, who had fought back with a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye, was the first to lose his face. When he came down, his whole body's spiritual energy quickly fell to the bottom like a flashback.

Just because the fist of Mu Qing's right hand has been placed on Murong Xing's chest and never left it at all!

Mu Qing took the lead in retracting his bloody left hand, then stood up straight and retracted his right hand.

Murong Xing's eyes were originally like the white snow on the mountain top, icy and cold, but at this moment, they also dimmed under the raging waves of true energy in his body.

Mu Qing could hear the pounding of his heartbeat and the gasping at the tip of his nose. In this battle, without so many calculations, he even blocked the sword intent that was comparable to the peak of the early stage of transcendence. At this moment, he knew that he had won, and his mood was extremely clear. , and the Taoist heart that has not been established since entering the third level also has many things that can settle the enlightenment at this moment.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, but it fell on his chest due to his weakness. Mu Qing looked at Murong Xing who was unable to fall in front of him, and said slowly: "There was something I didn't say before."

Murong Xing's eyelids swayed and he covered his chest.

Mu Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Murong Xing's chest, as if he wanted to seriously appreciate his masterpiece.

"I don't care whether you are Tian Shou's waiter or the younger brother of that old man Murong Yin, whether you are first-class or extraordinary, but if you dare to hurt the people around me, you will only die."

The lips covered in blood moved up and down, word by word, speaking very slowly, but with every more word Mu Qing said, Murong Xing's chest rose and fell faster.

If Murong Xing took off his clothes, Mu Qing would be able to see dense purple-green cracks centered on his half-inch dented fist mark, spreading to every part of Murong Xing's body.

What a picture of a meteor cracking after falling to the earth.

Murong Xing's shoulders slumped slightly, and his figure began to falter. In Mu Qing's expectation, he should have fallen to the ground long ago, but Murong Xing relied on his incomparable willpower to always stand in front of Mu Qing.

Mu Qing frowned slightly, and the next moment Murong Xing flew backwards.

Mu Qing withdrew his fist. Just now Murong Xing wanted to struggle, but now Mu Qing had to admire him.

"Uncle, please lend me the sword." Mu Qing dragged an arm and walked to Murong Xing step by step.

Murong Xing really couldn't get up this time. He pushed up his upper body and glanced at Mu Qing in front of him. He didn't know where he was looking at, "Can you not kill me?"

As footsteps approached, Huaifenghua pressed Zhang Shaoyao's little hand, shook her head and moved away.

The green wood sword that symbolized the identity of the owner of Wanhua Valley was also broken. Zhang Shaoyao was so excited that he wanted to draw out his sword, but was stopped by his master.

Another voice came from the master and apprentice, "Let me come, can you?"

Huai Cao Shi didn't know when he got close to everyone, holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand.