The man ten feet away suddenly fell silent, and Bai Hu immediately caught the strangeness.
His stretched eyebrows were raised again, and his flashing eyes carried a cautious scrutiny and a little bit of fear that he himself had not thought deeply about, refusing to let go of the slightest movement.
The night fog flowed silently, and Mu Qing lowered his head and remained motionless.
Although the green light was much dimmed, it still covered his whole body, vaguely revealing a mysterious and powerful aura in the thick night fog.
People further away even had a slight illusion that time seemed to have stopped at a certain moment.
Bai Hu's eyes fell on the cyan light, with a complicated expression.
This person's body was swaying just now, his shoulders were shaking, and he tried many times to take a breath of fresh air.
In the end, the repeated attempts not only resulted in repeated failures, but also the heavier and heavier smell of blood on his body.
Bai Hu could tell at a glance that this man's Qi had collapsed, his meridians were disordered, and he could no longer breathe. The reason was ultimately because his body was unable to withstand the backlash caused by the sword Qi.
His own body and external defense are no longer on the same level. This makes Bai Hu extremely sure that this kind of cyan flowing light is definitely not something that the person in front of him can do. Otherwise, how could he have resisted the strongest sword energy at the moment, but he failed to resist later. A "small fight"?
Although Bai Hu just said he was extremely contemptuous of the external force borrowed by Mu Qing, calling him a heretic, the serious injuries on his body also made him extremely alert: Will such borrowed external force be used again for a while?
So when Mu Qing opened his eyes and raised his head to look at Bai Hu, when Bai Hu saw the thunder in Mu Qing's eyes, he immediately moved!
Mu Qing's mind was filled with violent emotions, especially when he was bargaining with the being who called himself Meng Zhang in the sea of consciousness. When he finally regained consciousness, even though it was only for a moment, he lost sight of the white tiger.
The white tiger moved too fast, and a figure flashed past. All that was left in Mu Qing's field of vision was the endless night fog. In response to the danger, Mu Qing's face was ferocious as violence occupied most of his thoughts. The thunder in his eyes burst out directly, lingering around him.
However, Mu Qing waited for a full breath, but did not see any attack coming. In confusion, he looked around to find the figure of the white tiger.
The result was beyond his expectation.
Mu Qing looked into the distance with surprised eyes. Only then did the sound of breaking wind explode in the sky at the foot of the empty Wanhua Valley, and the night fog rolled towards Murong Xiu Ming.
Murong Xiu Ming opened his mouth and glanced at the miserable state of Bai Hu's body before looking away.
Bai Hu pursed his lips and his chest rose and fell violently before he opened his mouth and said nothing. Murong Xiu Ming was full of wisdom at this moment and said in a deep voice: "If there is something weird, please retreat first?"
Bai Hu pursed his lips, looked at Murong Xing aside, and said in a gloomy tone: "The person behind him has never come out. If the other party knows this person's trump card..."
They are all smart people, and Murong Xing said with a serious look on his face: "Are you saying that the other party may have already plotted against us, and wants to compete with the snipe and the clam for the fishermen's profit?"
Bai Hu nodded and said, "Things have changed too much tonight, so you should go yourselves separately."
Murong Xing, who didn't wait until he showed a helpless smile, opened his mouth to say something else. Bai Hu held the sword in one hand and threw it into the air. With the other hand, he lifted Murong Xiu Ming's figure up high and landed on the sword, and quickly rushed into the night fog in the distance. .
Bai Hu's move can be said to affect the overall situation. He failed to draw out the person hiding behind him. Chen Qing also took the initiative to break away from the fight with Huai Cao Shi and returned to Murong Xing. Before he could speak, he and Murong Xing looked into the air. .
A figure entangled by thunder spread across the sky, shouting coldly: "Stay!"
After all, Mu Qing's consciousness was not completely filled with violence, and there was still a trace of reason and concern for Huaifenghua. When he found out that the white tiger had fled without a fight, Mu Qing ran to Huaifenghua's side as soon as possible. Discovering that Huai Feng Hua was truly alive, he couldn't control his own strength and dared not easily rescue her. All that fear and frustration turned into the anger of revenge, which was about to burn to the head of the instigator.
Seeing the other party heading in the direction of Bai Hu, Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Murong Xing said, "Bai Hu suspects that the person behind the scenes knows this person's trump card."
Chen Qing was thinking about stroking his beard. Only then did he remember that a section of his beard had been chopped off. Chen Qing, who put down his hand in distress, frowned and said, "We are thinking, if the person behind the back wants to be around ten thousand years ago, If it sells well in front of Huagu, it’s up to me to bring this opportunity to the table.”
Murong Xing sighed: "Inviting people to the table, even if all parties know it well, as long as they come to the table, they will have something to talk about."
"Then..." Chen Qing looked around, asked Murong Xing for advice, "Shall we leave too?"
Murong Xing's eyes flickered, and he suddenly raised his head and looked into the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, "Let's go inside."
Chen Qing was a little puzzled. He looked at Xing Zuo who was unconscious on the ground not far away and Geng Jian who was lying on the ground without support. He felt a little confused and was about to speak. Murong Xing shook his head and said softly: "I have never been a woman. Ren, everything tonight is weird, I want to see more."
Chen Qing nodded helplessly and looked at the girls of Wanhua Valley warily, "Okay, it is said in the military manual that the most dangerous place is the safest."
Knowing that this close friend who grew up together likes to drop school bags most, Murong Xing sighed with emotion and said: "But in everything, there are no more than three things."
The two of them were able to maintain a stable mentality amidst the chaos, and were extremely confident in their own strength and wisdom.
On the other side, although with Murong Xiu Ming as a dragster, the sword cultivator's sword control skills were a little slower, but in just a few breaths, the white tiger rushed to the edge of the spiritual mist.
But the thunder behind him did not stop either.
Bai Hu raised his brows, with anger in his eyes. He threw Murong Xiu Ming out of the spiritual mist. Not only was Murong Xiu Ming's figure looking embarrassed, he turned around and faced the humanoid thunderbolt.
Mu Qing's whole body was surrounded by cyan thunder, and his eyes burst out with thunder, forming two dazzling whirlpools.
The man in his field of vision stopped running away. Mu Qing's anger became even stronger for no reason. With a loud roar, his speed suddenly reached the limit and he headed straight towards the white tiger without any moves at all.
At this moment, Bai Hu's countless thoughts calmed down, and all the energy in his body was absorbed in his heart. When he rushed towards Mu Qing, he made an inconspicuous movement.
He sheathed the Snow King's sword.
He was born with a talent for swordsmanship, and was spotted early by the previous head of the Murong family. At that time, the head of the family opened the title page of the sword manual, pointed at it and asked him what he thought of it. He didn't like the literati by nature, but he liked it at the first sight. Looking at the poem on the title page, it says bluntly that the sword in the poem is as sharp as snow.
There is a saying on the title page of the sword manual: "I have sharpened my sword for ten years, but the frost blade has never been tested. Today I will show you the sword, no one will be unfair."
The most powerful skill in Snow King's Sword Manual is the sword drawing technique.
When Mu Qing wrapped up the thunder and dragged out a long string of cyan phantoms, like a giant cyan dragon across the sky and the night, rushing towards the white tiger, the white tiger was not afraid at all. His whole body was calmed down, and he held the Snow King Sword. The hilt of the sword, the Snow King Sword trembled in the scabbard, the sound was like the roar of a tiger.
When Mu Qing's fists clenched the thunderbolt, which was only three feet away from his head, Bai Hu finally drew his sword out of its sheath.
One horizontally and one vertically, two blue-white lights that collided appeared between the sky and the earth.
Mu Qing came with an angry thunder, while Bai Hu unleashed all the energy that had been stored in the scabbard for countless years.
At this moment, Bai Hu, who was already at the peak of the late extraordinary stage, had a vague realization in his heart. He did not blindly escape and wait for the opportunity. As soon as the sword came out and echoed with the sword's heart, he really had all the pulses connected and his mind was smooth.
Bai Hu believed that this sword definitely exceeded the power of the extraordinary level and reached the level of the early stage of transcendence. You must know that the True Self Realm is different from the Spiritual Life Realm. The gap between the three major levels is as huge as heaven and earth. It cannot be simply measured by quantity, and it is extremely difficult to cross the level.
But Bai Hu's refreshment only lasted for a moment.
In the battle between Qingbai and Qingbai, light rose into the sky, and energy rippled with the two people as the center. At the same time, there was also a loud sound that shattered the eardrums.
The next moment, Bai Hu shot him backwards with his knife, and even made a huge deep hole on the ground.
Mu Qing withdrew his fist surrounded by thunder, and the thunder vortex in his eyes rotated slightly, as if preparing for the next round of storm.
At this time, Mu Qing only felt violent pleasure in his heart. He had no intention of caring about the level of power that his attack had reached.
The mud and gravel on the ground settled, and the night fog gradually became thinner. White Tiger stood up unsteadily with his sword on the ground.
Bai Hu stood in the middle of the pit he made with his legs slightly wider than his shoulders. He held the sword with both hands and looked at Mu Qing provocatively.
A thunderbolt exploded in Mu Qing's eyes, and he snorted coldly. He was about to make another move, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.
At this time, a somewhat familiar voice of vicissitudes of life sounded in Mu Qing's sea of consciousness: "Your body has reached the limit of endurance. If you try it again, he may not die, but you will definitely die."
It seems that the being in the spiritual fetus really took a fancy to Mu Qing's potential in the future, and was thinking of collecting interest over time, so he reminded Mu Qing kindly.
Bai Hu looked deeply at the figure suspended in mid-air. Seeing that the other person suddenly became quiet again, Bai Hu's eyes sparkled. He bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to be energetic, refusing to let go of any details.
Mu Qing felt the profound and tyrannical gaze of the white tiger, without revealing any flaws. He snorted coldly, made a sword finger with one hand, pointed at the white tiger on the ground, and a blue thunderbolt as thick as the mouth of a bowl rushed straight towards the white tiger in an instant.
Immediately after striking out, Mu Qing didn't pay attention to the movements of the white tiger, and turned around directly to go back in the direction of the girls in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.
There was another surge of energy, and when everything calmed down, there was no one in the air.
White Tiger struck the ground with his sword and stood silently in the even deeper pit. Finally, he couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood.
There were footsteps approaching quickly from the edge of the pit, and Murong Xiuming unexpectedly left and returned.
He rushed to Bai Hu, supported Bai Hu, whose skin was cracked and smelled of burning, and immediately took out a snow-white pill, which was Wanhua Dan.
"This elixir is of no use to me." Bai Hu shook his head, his voice dry and hoarse.
Compared to the girls of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, Murong Xiu Ming is undoubtedly the one closest to this battle. He had a bitter look on his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Is this person really that kind of old monster who has been in seclusion for many years?"
For those who practice Taoism, appearance is often not a criterion for judging someone's age. Murong Xiu Ming only asked this question to comfort his riddled heart.
The lingering power of thunder in the meridians continued to burn the meridians all over Bai Hu's body. Others would have fainted by now, but he was still able to laugh. Murong Xiu Ming also looked at Bai Hu with a surprised look on his face. It fell on the cracked and charred wounds on his body and quickly moved away.
"Old monster?"
As Bai Hu spoke, he spit out another mouthful of blood. When the blood fell on the ground, it was almost boiling, with countless bubbles coming out.
Bai Hu said in a slow voice: "Those women in the Ten Thousand Flower Valley should be old acquaintances of him. Most of them are not related to the old monster. They just have weird things hidden in them."
Seeing the pool of blood on the ground, Murong Xiu Ming finally understood how terrifying the power of the thunder was. If the white tiger could resist without dying, it was definitely not something he could contradict.
At this time, Bai Hu turned his head and looked at him. Murong Xiu Ming felt a little horrified, and he let go of his supporting hand and took a few steps back.
Bai Hu had a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely gloomy: "Don't you want your father to look down on you? You have a chance now."
Murong Xiu Ming was so smart that he immediately understood what Bai Hu was referring to. He quickly shook his head and refused: "That person can kill me with just a thunderbolt."
Bai Hu twisted his neck, "Okay, just stand here and I'll come back."
The wind roared, and only Murong Xiu Ming, who looked stunned, remained in the center of the pit.
Is Bai Hu...really going to kill him?
