The person who came had a square face, ordinary facial features, and a depressed look.
Mu Qing frowned in confusion and lowered his gaze. When he saw the Snow King Sword in the hand of the visitor, he asked, "Where is your mask?"
Bai Hu frowned slightly, as if recalling an extremely bad experience, pursed his lips and shook his head, not wanting to speak.
Masks are very important to people like Qinglong Baihu, and are almost related to the foundation of spiritual practice. Murong Jing once said that if she wanted to take off the mask by herself, she would need to break through to the transcendent level before she could forcefully take it off, otherwise she would inevitably be attacked by the soul of the weapon triggered by the Taoist deed.
"I didn't expect you to be able to get out of my trap, but I underestimated your methods."
Bai Hao's voice sounded, and Mu Qing looked up. Bai Hao in front of the stone tablet had a cold face. He gave him a cold look, continued to look at Bai Hu and said, "Now the plan of the blood sacrifice formation has been successfully destroyed by your Hidden Valley." , you can return to the ground and recruit those forces that are originally intended to be under your command."
"What do you mean?" Bai Hu's voice was always low.
His hand holding the sword tightened slightly, and Mu Qing standing next to him immediately felt a familiar sword intent.
Bai Hao snorted and responded with an indifferent expression: "I can tell you the location of the treasures that have been collected in the City Lord's Mansion for more than ten years. The condition is that you leave immediately."
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows. With Bai Hao's status and wealth-making level, the treasures accumulated over more than ten years were definitely a very tempting offer, but he was not too worried. He looked at Bai Hu with interest, waiting for Bai Hu's reaction.
Bai Hu lowered his eyes slightly, holding the Snow King Sword in front of him, his fingers gently stroking the blade.
Mu Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was only then that he discovered that there was a long crack on the sword that was as white as jade.
The sword, for a sword cultivator, is his second life. Bai Hu seemed to have given his answer, but Bai Hao still seemed like a seductive businessman, saying: "How about this condition? It may not be worth your loss in magic weapon, but after all, this city is worth hundreds of dollars." Wealth that is unmatched by anyone.”
Bai Hu's silence became longer and longer, and even the Snow King Sword in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably in his hand, as if he wanted to break free from his restraints and stab Bai Hao.
Mu Qing looked at the strangely silent Bai Hao next to him in surprise. He had actually been waiting for Bai Hu's attack to create an opportunity for him to deliver the last sword.
Bai Hao kept looking at Bai Hu, and naturally noticed the strange behavior of Bai Hu, and said: "I have been completely defeated now. I just want to get to know this kid. I advise you to think more about yourself in this mess."
"Buzz." Before Bai Hu could speak, a sword cry sounded first.
Mu Qing looked at the Snow King Sword that finally stopped trembling in Bai Hu's hands, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he calmly suppressed the strange movement in his palms.
Maybe there is some kind of connection between the swords that no one can understand. Just when the sword sound sounded just now, the power of Shura in Zhenguo Sword unexpectedly poured into his arm uncontrollably.
This was the last sword Mu Qing prepared for Bai Hao. All the power of Shura that he could mobilize had already been poured into the sword body. Naturally, this was not allowed to happen. But soon, almost in the blink of an eye, this force The power of Shura that surged back automatically returned to the sword.
Originally, except for the wisps of sword intent that permeated the air, White Tiger's whole aura seemed unusually restrained, almost like an ordinary person. But something strange happened at this moment, when the sound of the Snow King Sword sounded, the power of Shura surged in the Zhenguo Sword, and the aura on the white tiger's body leaked out uncontrollably.
Although everything came to an abrupt end with the sound of the sword, Mu Qing was able to determine that in addition to the sword's intention, there was also an aura that he was more familiar with - the power of Shura!
"You..." Mu Qing frowned and stretched out his hand to Bai Hu.
If Bai Hao still has the power of Shura left in his body, he can absorb it.
At this moment, Bai Hu suddenly drew forward and swung his sword. Bai Hao took advantage of Mu Qing's distraction and launched the attack first. From the corner of Mu Qing's eyes, Bai Hao's fist was closed at his waist and he was swiping towards him. .
"boom."
Bai Hu's sword blocked Bai Hao's punch just in time. The snow-white sword was bent and bent. Bai Hu's shoulders staggered and he could not control the sword. The sword was hit by the fist against Mu Qing's face.
Although Mu Qing's strength had greatly declined, his fighting consciousness and reaction speed were still there. He subconsciously raised his left palm to slap the sword, and moved his right wrist holding the sword slightly to give Bai Hao a big gift.
In this flash of lightning, the snow-white sword body that hit Mu Qing's face became clearer and clearer, and the cracks on it seemed to have become much deeper. The doubts about the power of Shura in Bai Hao's body came to mind again.
He not only absorbed the power of Shura, but also refined it. Naturally, he knew very well that if he was affected by the power of Shura, he would always have crazy killing thoughts in his heart. Even if he relied on his will to suppress it, he would always subconsciously react when the battle became fierce. Show it.
But they are too calm.
Regardless of whether it was Bai Hao or Bai Hu, the people on both sides of the attack and defense acted calmly, as if they had deliberately discussed it.
Although Mu Qing had not figured out the source of this strange feeling, he changed his attack method at the next moment. He imitated Qinglong, and two thunderbolts exploded under his feet. When the sword was less than an inch away from his face, it flew straight backwards. , did not stop until it stopped at the entrance of the passage.
Bai Hao's tiger eyes flashed with a cold light. When he saw that one punch missed, he snorted coldly, and another punch that was ready to go hit Bai Hao's forehead.
Bai Hu's upper body fell backwards, but his lower body was still in the original position. When Bai Hao passed by with his fist, Bai Hu let out a light drink, and the Snow King Sword in his hand flipped up, stabbing Bai Hao lightly from bottom to top. Howe's ribs.
Mu Qing's eyes lit up when he happened to see this scene. Bai Hao's sword strike was very fast and impeccable. Bai Hu had to step back half a step, hit the sword behind him with both palms, and slammed it together.
"Zila——"
There was an unusually harsh friction, and the cracks on the Snow King's sword became more and more deep. After the power of Shura spread, the flames above the base of the formation actually rolled back, covering the two figures.
The figure of the white tiger in the fireworks disappeared and reappeared. In the process of wrestling with Bai Hao, he roared angrily and finally stabbed the Snow King Sword into Bai Hao's ribs.
The battle from Bai Hao's sneak attack to this moment only took two or three breaths.
Bai Hu's sword was restrained to the extreme from beginning to end, without any sword energy leaking out. The doubts in Mu Qing's heart became deeper and deeper. Seeing Bai Hu's back that was about to be completely surrounded by flames, he finally rushed forward.
"Bang bang bang."
Inside the fireworks, Bai Hao's face was full of anger. He grabbed the sword body with one hand and made a fist with the other hand to hammer Bai Hu's head crazily. However, less than half of the Snow King Sword in Bai Hu's hand had been forcefully pushed into Bai Hu's body. Looking at the length, it was already Pierced the heart.
This discovery convinced Mu Qing that Bai Hao, like him, was at the end of his strength, so he no longer hesitated and stabbed Bai Hao in the chest with his sword.
"it's all over……"
Mu Qing thought a little tiredly at this moment, raised his face and looked at Bai Hao, and Bai Hao also looked at him.
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