"laugh."
The Zhenguo Sword was inserted into Bai Hao's chest, and the power of Shura immediately shot out along the edge of the sword, like blood arrows.
Mu Qing had been preparing this sword since his strength declined, so when it came to this moment, his movements seemed to have been practiced thousands of times, and he stabbed Bai Hao's chest extremely smoothly.
The sword made of bronze submerged most of Bai Hao's body in the blink of an eye and came out from the back. Bai Hao stopped beating Bai Hu on the head, his angry face suddenly changed, and he looked at Mu Qing calmly with some inexplicable emotions.
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows. Because he had refined the power of Shura, he could easily feel the intensity of it. The power of Shura in Bai Hao's body was much weaker than before.
The blocking feeling that Zhenguo Sword felt after it was inserted into Bai Hao's body almost no longer existed.
"Work together!"
Bai Hu gave a soft drink and inserted the Snow King Sword an inch into Bai Hao's body.
Mu Qing's face became solemn, and he used the Zhenguo Sword to absorb the power of Shura in Bai Hao's body. The Zhenguo Sword had already absorbed a lot of Shura power just now, but now it was absorbed again and reached saturation in the blink of an eye.
Mu Qing raised his eyes and looked at Bai Hao in front of him.
Perhaps because of the severe injuries he had suffered before, Bai Hao's pale face did not deepen any further. With the loss of a large amount of Shura power, his figure became much sluggish, completely inconsistent with his previous tall image.
Mu Qing suddenly looked at the Zhenguo Sword in his hand. The inscription on the Zhenguo Sword began to flash with scarlet light. The time had come.
Mu Qing immediately turned his head and glanced at Bai Hu. Bai Hu pulled away without any hesitation. From the corner of Mu Qing's eyes, he could still catch the flash of light when the Snow King Sword was pulled out of Bai Hao's body.
The next moment, Mu Qing groaned and turned his wrist.
The scarlet light on the Zhenguo sword flows along the edge of the sword, and then converges on the front part of the sword that is submerged in Bai Hao's body. An unusually eye-catching red dot directly shines through Bai Hao's body, making Bai Hao's entire body appear brighter under the light. Like smoke.
The doubts in Mu Qing's eyes were quickly dispelled like the fog under the sun.
"Pfft."
Mu Qing's shoulders shook, and blood overflowed from the tightly closed lips, and he looked down at his chest.
A snow-white sword tip emerged from his chest. When the drop of bright red blood dripped from the sword tip, the excruciating pain fermented into the wind and thunder, sweeping towards his limbs and bones.
"Hehe, hehe, hahahaha..."
A series of cheerful smiles resounded throughout the entire space.
Mu Qing raised his eyes, and Bai Hao in front of him froze slightly, his face switching between two faces, and said with great pride: "If your clone technique hadn't inspired me, I wouldn't have created it myself. This genius blood clone."
Bai Hao always thought that he was a genius, especially for the opening of the blood sacrifice formation, he was fully prepared.
There are 300,000 people in the inner city, how could they not be able to gather the blood of 100,000 people?
But he never expected that in just one afternoon, not only the city defense troops fled because of the situation, but also the people in the inner city.
Chaos has arisen. Shouldn't these people just hide at home?
Bai Hao just determined such a result and could roughly deduce it. This is definitely not something that either the City Lord's Mansion or Hidden Valley can do.
In other words, the evacuation of the inner city was a joint effort by all forces. He, the city lord, had been abandoned by the people below.
But even so, Bai Hao still found it unbelievable, because the inner city had panicked people under the slaughter of clans that he could do. How could everyone be united in such a chaos?
How many people have made positive and meaningful efforts here, and how many people have betrayed him?
From the moment he couldn't feel the blood flowing into the fire curtain, Bai Hao felt that the city was full of enemies.
When he was escaping underground in great embarrassment, he even considered leaving Suzaku City and hibernating for a while.
But as the saying goes, the great road is fifty, the heaven is forty-nine, and people can escape one of them.
God finally gave him, a man who truly devoted himself to the Tao, a way out, allowing him to create a clone technique that was unique to him under tremendous pressure.
This clone technique is based on concentrated and refined blood as the core, relying on the power of Shura to shape the shape. The most critical step is to separate a part of the core mental power to give the clone the ability to think.
Others would undoubtedly commit suicide when they reach Bai Hao's level, but for Bai Hao, whose mental power will always stay in the stage of spiritual consciousness, and whose spiritual consciousness has already been refined in flesh and blood, although it is painful, it is still acceptable.
When everything started to go smoothly, his murderous intention towards Mu Qing immediately became determined.
In order to really deceive Mu Qing, he chose his real body when he first came to see Mu Qing.
However, after confirming that Mu Qing was holding back a big move, Bai Hao finally refused to take risks with his flesh and blood body, and took advantage of the fight with the clone to switch identities.
The Snow King Sword didn't know what material it was made of. Although it brought Mu Qing tremendous pain after the flesh and fascia was torn, it also naturally exuded a biting chill. It was this chill that made When Mu Qing's eyes were about to go dark, he persisted.
Bai Hao, who was standing behind him, gently turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, with a look of joy on his face. He was about to directly activate the power of Shura to explode in Mu Qing's body, tearing Mu Qing into pieces of flesh and blood, but he changed at the last moment. Pay attention, and said in a cold voice: "Call out the breath-taking method, and I can fulfill my promise to you."
Bai Hao once said that he wanted Mu Qing to die last, and saw with his own eyes that the women around Mu Qing were all before Mu Qing.
Mu Qing closed his eyes, with blood marks hanging on his face, and laughed softly: "So, who is this face? It's not Bai Hu's, right?"
Mu Qing now recalled everything that had just happened, helplessness grew on his tired face.
Many times, when the strange and inexplicable feeling in his heart was about to turn into a clear question, Bai Hao interrupted his thoughts just right.
At this time, the first thing he thought of was Meng Zhang, but no matter how he exchanged words in the sea of consciousness, no sound came from the door that had always been open to him before.
"You're right, people are stupid."
Mu Qing lowered his gaze, still holding the sword hilt firmly with both hands. At this moment, the red dot reflected in Bai Haofen's body accidentally flashed, and unexpectedly rushed towards Mu Qing along the sword body.
Bai Hao's body and clone shared their five senses within a short distance and immediately discovered this.
Bai Hao snorted coldly, and a huge suction force was immediately generated from the Snow King's sword, and the blood in Mu Qing's body was losing rapidly.
This scene is very similar to the time when Mu Qing thrust a sword into Bai Hao's chest and used the breath-eating technique. But at this moment, the two exchanged, and Mu Qing became the one whose life was in danger at any time.
The red dot was extremely eye-catching in the quiet space illuminated by the flames. After rushing into the Zhenguo Sword, Mu Qing spit out a mouthful of blood, staggering, and his knuckles were already hot and red. But still refused to stop.
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