Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the thick mist intertwined with the night, like billowing clouds in the sky.
The snow-white sword energy was still not exhausted, like a waterfall falling from the clouds in the sky, pouring crazily on Mu Qing's body.
The sword energy hit Mu Qing's head and shoulders, and the sputtering light disappeared suddenly. There seemed to be lightning wandering in the mist. The sound of "rumbling" was not far away, even louder than the real thunder in the sky. Even harsher.
In the eyes of others, the view of this world suddenly became more dazzling than the sunlight during the day.
Murong Xiu Ming's eyelids couldn't stop beating, and he narrowed his phoenix eyes to look at him. That guy was definitely a monster. He couldn't resist this unearthly sword energy, so how could he dare to fight back.
The Snow King Sword is indeed a peerless sword that truly embodies spirituality. After Mu Qing grasped it, the sword trembled extremely fiercely, the dazzling edge bloomed in his palm, and the green light covering his palm instantly dimmed a lot.
Although Mu Qing's aura became mysterious and powerful again, Snow King's sword's spontaneous reaction allowed Bai Hu to see that Mu Qing was not too arrogant. When Mu Qing grabbed him in front of his face, Bai Hu actually let go of Snow King. The sword, with the palms covered with bones already visible, were folded together and blocked in front of the door.
"Crack-"
Mu Qing grabbed Bai Hu's wrist, and as the flesh and blood wore away, he made a sound like water dripping from jade.
The fight between limbs was far less powerful than the collision of sword energy. Bai Hu wanted to use the strength to retreat, but Mu Qing grabbed his wrist with five hook-like fingers, and firmly grasped the Snow King Sword's right hand, intending to just drag the Snow King Sword. They smashed at Bai Hu's body together, but a powerful countervailing force came from Snow King Jianjian.
"The Snow King's sword has spirit, and it lives with the sword's energy." Murong Xing clearly knew a lot of information about the hidden murder of the five people, and said softly at this time.
Murong Xiu Ming said gloomily: "Although I don't know Bai Hu's specific cultivation level, Bai Hu's strength ranks among the top among everyone in Hidden Valley."
"To be selected from a young age and directly cultivated as one of those five people, there is no doubt about his strength." Murong Xing said.
The uncle and nephew started talking about the same person. At this time, Murong Xiu Ming said with a puzzled face: "Then why is it like this now? That boy looks younger than me."
After Murong Xing pondered for a moment, he chuckled and sighed: "It's fair to say that I lost at the hands of this kid."
Murong Xiu Ming turned to look at Murong Xing, frowned and asked: "I don't believe you can't see that his current state is not right, and his aura is not the same person at all?"
Murong Xing's face was still calm, and the sword light splashing in the distance flickered in his eyes.
Murong Xiu Ming also cast his gaze over again, feeling the condensed sword light like a white jade pillar. The fear in his eyes became more and more, and he muttered to himself: "The sword energy that connects the world with the Snow King's sword cannot be resisted. Like a normal person? Am I wrong? This guy is actually one of those old people who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years?"
Snow King Sword's spontaneous resistance made Bai Hu's eyes light up. Without any hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked Mu Qing. Mu Qing also raised his foot to face him. With a "bang bang" sound, the flesh and blood on Bai Hu's leg were blurred, and Mu Qing's body was covered with blood. The green light was also shaking.
Bai Hu's tense heartstrings relaxed a lot at this moment. The aura on Mu Qing's body was so powerful that he thought he could not shake it. However, after the two kicked each other for several consecutive moves, although the aura on Mu Qing's body was The layer of Qingguang's defense can be called abnormal, but the power Mu Qing possesses at this time is not much stronger than Tai.
In Bai Hu's consciousness, since such a ghostly green light possessor can withstand the pouring of sharp sword light, it seems that it should also have extremely powerful power.
I'm afraid only Mu Qing himself knows what's going on now, because he didn't fully accept that power at the last moment.
At the last moment, green light covered his whole body, and thunder arose in his eyes. The power carried by the thunder was so overbearing that it wanted to directly wash away his mind and take over his body.
Fortunately, at the last moment when thunder was about to burst out from his eyes, Mu Qing's concern for the safety of Huai Fenghua made him hold on. Just then, Bai Hu asked who he was again, and Mu Qing woke up. , regained his sanity.
The price for regaining his sanity and sobering up was that his defense was abnormal, but because of the disappearance of Thunder, he was unable to possess much powerful power.
Thoughts arose in his mind. In order to suppress Bai Hu and prevent him from getting away, Mu Qing let go of the Snow King Sword, made fists with both hands and struck at Bai Hu without stopping.
After Bai Hu re-evaluated Mu Qing's strength, he felt a little more confident and no longer wanted to retreat. Although the man in front of him was weird in every aspect, it was too late for him to think about it any more. Bai Hu communicated with the Snow King Sword and continued to mobilize the sword energy beam to hit Mu Qing with a crushing blow, while bending his arms in front of him to protect him. , tried his best to resist Mu Qing's fist.
Although the sword energy as white as a pillar still fell directly on his body, it had little impact on his actions. In the brutal collision of fists and flesh, compared to the previous use of Ten Thousand Poisons to Return to the Sect to mobilize the surrounding spiritual mist, Mu at this time Qing is more like wearing the sapphire armor of the gods in the sky.
Mu Qing was surrounded by the flow of blue light, and the powerful defensive power was indeed refreshing. However, the occasional fierce counterattack by the White Tiger also reminded him that he could not relax for a moment in the face of this sudden force.
When the thought came to this, Mu Qing felt a little palpitated. He didn't even dare to think deeply. If his reason was completely lost and he fell into a violent state dominated by that power, would he still be himself? Then will he hurt the person he always wanted to protect?
When the sword energy is exhausted, people also need to take a breath.
When the snow-white sword energy disappeared and became slender until it disappeared, Mu Qing, who was resisting the sword energy and the white tiger, also temporarily stopped.
The two of them each stepped back half a foot. When their eyes intertwined, murderous intent filled the space.
White Tiger's arms were bloody and bloody, with bones already visible. His chest rose and fell violently. He reached out and made a move, and the Snow King Sword suspended in mid-air automatically returned to his hand. With the sword in his hand, his whole aura changed. It was a little leaked. His energy instantly converged.
Mu Qing felt that his vision was a little scarlet and blurry, and the heavy tiredness was like a tide constantly beating on his nerves that were stretched to the limit. He shook his head, and the bright red droplets scattered to the ground around him.
The danger in the field was not lifted for a moment, and he could not fall down for a moment. Mu Qing's chest heaved and tried to take a breath of fresh air, but his body immediately staggered and almost fell down.
Bai Hu looked at the weird man in front of him whose facial features were rapidly soaked with blood. He frowned slightly and his eyes were thoughtful. When he caught the intermittent flow of Qi in Mu Qing's body, he said with a hint of absurd emotion in his voice: "It turns out that is indeed the case. If you don’t have the means at your disposal, can’t you hold on now with your body?”
Mu Qing pursed her lips tightly and raised her eyes to look at Bai Hu, extremely wary.
Bai Hu's brows slightly moved, and he held the Snow King Sword and pulled out a clear sword flower. He held the shining sword upright in front of him with his right hand, and lightly traced the sword with his left hand together with his two fingers. He said in an indifferent tone: "You The state you were in just now was a bit weird, otherwise I wouldn't have taken action against you, after all, you are not worthy."
Bai Hu's eyes glanced at Mu Qing's pale green light, and sighed: "I thought I was wrong, but it turns out it's just some heresy?"
The side effects of gaining powerful power had not yet come, but Mu Qing found that he had made a mistake that was really irreparable.
With the green light on his body, it was indeed as if he was wearing armor that could not be broken by a knife or penetrated by a sword. Mu Qing maintained his defense against abnormality, but just now his mind was finally infected with a hint of violence, and he resisted the sword without much thought. Qi and white tiger fight.
When he realized it, his facial features were already dripping with blood. If it was just like this, he could still hold on. It was only at this time that he tried to ventilate several times and failed, and Mu Qing realized that his internal organs had been displaced. The most serious thing was that his meridians were distorted and difficult to recover in a short period of time.
Bai Hu's words hit the key point. The green stream of light could withstand the release of the sword energy, but at the center of the struggle, his own physical strength was not up to par. He didn't feel it at first, until all the counter-shock forces gathered together. , finally had an extremely terrible impact on his body.
Bai Hu holds the sword slightly tightly, feeling the close fit between his palm and the hilt of the sword. His mind is connected with the sword. Bai Hu has never felt so compatible with the way of swordsmanship at this moment, especially when the opponent has that instinct in his heart. Giving birth to an aura of disgust, after this battle, it actually gave birth to a sense of heroism in him. Bai Hu felt that after this time, he might have to retreat again and strive to directly break through to the late extraordinary stage.
Feeling that the momentum on Bai Hu's body was becoming more and more solid and powerful, Mu Qing raised a pair of sword eyebrows and quickly flattened them. He looked over Bai Hu's shoulders and looked at the face lying in Ning Chu's arms a few feet behind him.
In this world, after all, people are not too disappointed, and there will eventually be people who risk life and death to make him feel love and hope in a desperate state of mind.
Mu Qing coughed several times and choked out a few mouthfuls of blood. He closed his eyes and more and more blood holes began to explode in his body. Finally, after three breaths, a spiritual mist with a radius of ten feet began to form with him as the center. scroll.
Mu Qing had actually sensed where the mysterious power came from. He knew in his heart that this was probably his last blow, and it didn't matter whose puppet he became. The spiritual fetus in his consciousness was also floating in the air, looking down at his chest. , asked softly: "If you are Meng Zhang, then I am going to die, can you help me again?"
There was green light and thunder in the heart of Mu Qing's spiritual fetus, and a vicissitudes of voice sounded: "You are not the only one who has the projection of the place of selection. Do you really think I have to help you?"
"I am the body of innate wood source."
"Although I refused to be controlled by your power just now, it also proved another point."
"What?" Vicissitudes of Life's voice had a hint of emotion.
Mu Qing's spirit fetus floated on the sea of consciousness, his arms stretched out, and the waves of the sea of consciousness also danced, "I can refuse, which also proves my strength."
There was a moment of silence...
Just when Mu Qing opened his eyes in disappointment and gave up hope, a blue thunder brewed in Mu Qing's eyes.
