Bai Hao felt the strong danger and no longer coveted Mu Qing's Qi-eating method. He twisted the Snow King Sword in his hand and was about to tear Mu Qing into pieces, but he immediately received strong resistance from the sword.
Bai Hao's face looked much uglier. The Snow King's sword seemed to have been inserted into a golden stone. Now it has become one with the stone, making it difficult to move at all.
In order for Mu Qing to be able to withstand Meng Zhang's power, the strength of his meridians and acupoints had reached an extremely terrifying level.
The strength of the flesh and blood of the body also becomes extremely powerful invisibly when the strength is tempered in battle.
As long as Mu Qing doesn't fall into the worst situation - unable to even return to the selection space with his consciousness, then he won't be in danger even if he allows the spiritual realm monks to sneak attack.
Bai Hao originally wanted to inject the power of Shura into Mu Qing's body, but after thinking about it, he immediately gave up the idea. He began to use the method of grabbing the blood of living people that he had learned when cultivating the blood demon body, and began to frantically absorb the energy from Mu Qing's body. blood.
Although the speed of his absorption was far slower than the speed of refining, in just one breath, two hundred evil blushes appeared on his pale cheeks, his eyes were full of addiction, and he was even more unscrupulous in grabbing the blood in Mu Qing's body.
Because Mu Qing is used to fighting against extraordinary strong men, he is somewhat blind to his vision. He only knew what kind of situation he had, but he didn't know how special this situation was. It could be said that this rare probability could no longer be found among the tens of millions of people in the entire Mujin Dynasty. one.
When the endless darkness swept in and tried to swallow up his consciousness, he insisted on being awake. By this time, any pain became a state that he could bear.
He controlled the Snow King Sword with his flesh and blood, and even took the initiative to come into contact with the natural chill on the Snow King Sword to make his thinking clearer.
"You said that will is useless, but if a person loses will, he will only die faster." Mu Qing said to Meng Zhang, who had fallen silent.
After experiencing the initial panic, he found the feeling he had when he was still training in Hidden Valley. At the beginning, he was not outstanding. The training that could endanger his life was like those large and small quagmires in the swamp forest. As much as he has been able to reach this point, he has never relied on others.
Mu Qing's thoughts were like a ball of light that exploded after the darkness hit. At this time, the darkness receded and the light condensed again.
Mu Qing's state of mind returned to an intact state, and he felt the direction of the loss of blood all over his body. Mu Qing lowered his head and looked at Zhenguo Sword. Zhenguo Sword trembled slightly as if he felt the emotion in his eyes.
The name of the breath-taking method is not very grand, but it has an unimaginable effect on various other powers that are different from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Under the guidance of Meng Zhang, Mu Qing once refined the power of luck and then condensed it into a wisp of purple energy. This process was quite similar to a quantitative change causing a qualitative change.
The red dot in Zhenguo Sword now is actually the result of Mu Qing's imitation. Now, after several resistances, Zhenguo Jian finally reluctantly accepted this power.
As soon as the murderous intention emitted from the sword, he immediately felt Mu Qing's thoughts and returned to the sword, suppressing it.
Three breaths passed. Bai Hao's face turned rosy visibly, and his whole expression became more and more evil. He sighed: "The body of the innate wood source is indeed well-deserved. The blood and energy of your body is no less impressive than those of pure martial arts." Later, Bai Hao couldn't even suppress the pleasure in his voice.
Mu Qing had made him extremely embarrassed, and now there was nothing that could make people feel more physically and mentally happy than treating others in their own way.
But just like Mu Qing would be surprised by the behavior of his clone, Bai Hao would not be stupid enough to think that Mu Qing would just sit back and wait for death.
His clone snorted softly and tried to escape from the suppression of Zhenguo Sword. Mu Qinghu's mouth tightened, and Zhenguo Sword felt his thoughts and trembled.
Bai Hao was suddenly shocked. The core of his clone was neither blood nor Shura power, but a core of spiritual consciousness that he reluctantly peeled off.
This national sword is like a magic weapon with suppressive effect at this moment. His clone's five senses are getting duller and duller, and because his body and clone's five senses share the same, it has even affected his body in turn.
What kind of evil is this? Bai Hao snorted softly, and struck Mu Qing's temple horizontally with his left hand pointing like a knife. With a bang, a ray of purple energy flashed on Mu Qing's temple, blocking the blow for Mu Qing.
The vision of Mu Qing's left eye suddenly turned red, and bloodshot eyes covered his eyeballs. Bai Hao's hasty attack was also powerful in the late extraordinary stage. Mu Qing was just forcibly promoted to the early stage of extraordinary. If it weren't for the already accomplished guardian With the physical technique, this blow can break his eyebrow bone.
Bai Hao finally came to his senses. At this time, Mu Qing was no longer the monster he could fight with before.
Since these proud methods are useless to Mu Qing, then use the most primitive method! Bai Hao groaned, and used brute force to twist the wrist holding the Snow King Sword, and then used his left hand to gather momentum again and hit Mu Qing's head.
He, Bai Hao, used brute force today to smash Mu Qing into a puddle of pulp. A trace of regret flashed in Mu Qing's eyes, and he whispered: "Go!" Feeling the ups and downs of his heart in his hand, the Zhenguo Sword was like a child who couldn't wait for a long time. After a crisp and short sword sound, boundless The sword energy immediately filled the air like a waterfall.
"Boom!" The Zhenguo Sword directly blasted through Bai Hao's clone. The scarlet light intertwined and the clone was shattered by the sword energy. The remaining power and blood of Shura were affected, and they were wrapped up by the Zhenguo Sword and rushed upward. go.
The fierce sword intent came overwhelmingly, and after the Zhenguo Sword soared into the sky, it fell directly to Bai Hao. Bai Hao was shocked. Mu Qing, a young boy, didn't know how difficult it was to practice and how precious life was, but he knew.
The clone was destroyed, and Bai Hao realized that his true strength could only barely maintain the late extraordinary stage. He wanted to stop immediately to save himself, but in this flash of lightning, the battles between him and Mu Qing from the banks of Qingxi River to the inner city were like a flash of light. Flashing by, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the movements of his hands did not stop, even exceeding the limit of speed.
The two of them didn't know that the power of Shura had always had a subtle influence on them. Even though both of them were tough-minded people, their murderous intention towards each other had reached its peak.
At this moment, life and death seemed to be a time to gamble on luck, but after feeling the huge murderous intention carried by Zhenguo Sword.
After the clone was broken, the core spiritual consciousness that was supposed to return to the original body suddenly changed direction and shot into the distance when he felt his thoughts.
"Go to hell!" Bai Hao roared angrily. The power of Shura surged in his arm, condensing a blow at the peak of the extraordinary, and hit Mu Qing's temple. The wrist holding the sword made a huge creaking sound. Unscrew it.
