At the same time, "Whoosh!" black and yellow, two lights and shadows flew out one after another, "Whew!" In mid-air, a huge black shadow covered the sky, and the surroundings seemed to fall into a tide of darkness all at once. The ground is even more sandstorms dozens of feet high.

Two terrifying coercions erupted from the sandstorm and swept away towards the thousands of monks and soldiers behind the general. Ordinary monks couldn't resist the coercion of that day's power at all, and their bodies exploded with a "bang, bang", and directly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The black light is Mu Ping's natal flying sword - Snow Without a Trace.

The yellow light is the golden stick of the big hair.

Needless to ask, it was Xiao Wu devouring the body of the divine bird that covered the sky. Those two coercions, of course, were emitted by the bodies of Da Mao and Xiao Wu.

Da Mao and Xiao Wu, since they entered this mysterious place of Mabunur, have been suppressed for too long and too long, and now they are released, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as dying next to each other and touching death.

Demon beasts are bloodthirsty, and ancient demon beasts are even more bloodthirsty in bloodthirsty, so to speak, if Mu Ping is not pressed too hard, Da Mao and Xiao Wu can set off a bloody storm if they are released, and they dare not say that they will destroy the world, slaughtering a city with a population of millions is as simple as eating and drinking.

The general and the two black-robed men looked at each other, and the three of them saw a touch of shock in each other's pupils, "Who is this Mu Ping? Aren't the 1,000 or so ordinary soldiers his biggest reliance? And the strong roar underground, who did it? Could it be that he still has other hole cards?"

All this is a mystery to them.

"Kill!"

The three of them were shocked, but they all saw a touch of ruthlessness in each other's eyes, as long as Mu Ping was killed, all the mysteries would enter the cold tomb.

"Woohoo!"

The two black-robed people turned into two black light arrows, one left and one right, and slapped a palm at Mu Ping, and the peak and perfect cultivation of Xuandan was no longer hidden.

And that general was covered in black gas, and he surrounded him in an instant, and the strength of the peak of the fifth layer of Xuandan emanated, and the big knife in his hand picked up a knife flower, and slashed at Mu Ping.

The three of them have cooperated n times at a glance, and the whole / set / action / work is clean and neat, without delay

Mud with water.

It's a long story, but it happens just a matter of lightning.

At this moment, Da Mao and Xiao Wu are frantically killing thousands of enemies, and it is impossible to withdraw in a hurry, a general of the fifth layer of Xuandan is not terrible, what is terrible is the two black-robed people who are at the peak of the ninth layer of Xuandan.

But at this time, if you want Mu Ping to retreat and escape, you can't do it at all.

"You deceive people too much!"

Mu Ping's eyes widened angrily, "Woo Woo!" Three giant arrows of spiritual power the size of half a zhang struck at the three of them respectively, and at the same time, he used his full strength, and his hands each emitted a bright light, and he slapped at the two black-robed people on the left and right, and his right leg was not idle, and he kicked at the general in front of him.

It was he who used the third of the three forms of the Desperate Death - the Desperate Thorn and the Sun God Palm in the Nine Yang Immortal Gong.

In the face of the three guys whose cultivation is much higher than his own, only his spiritual power barely surpasses the other party, and although the Sun God Palm is powerful, don't forget, his current cultivation is only the peak of foundation building, and he is a big realm worse than the other party, whether it can work or not, he has no bottom in his heart.

"Oh, lowly ant, is this the rhythm of a dying struggle?"

When it was too late, it was too fast, and the invisible arrows turned into spiritual power came in an instant.

The black-robed man on the left laughed, the black-robed man shook suddenly, his body faded, and soon melted into the air, and there was no trace of him.

Mu Ping's spiritual power invisible arrow fell on the faded figure, and it didn't cause any ripples. The man on the right did the same, and easily defused Mu Ping's strongest blow.

The two palm shadows issued by the two of them are not big, only about one meter in diameter, and they look commonplace, but the corners of Mu Ping's eyes trembled three times, this is a back-to-basics move, and only some monks above the Yuan Infant can comprehend it.

Could it be that these two guys wrapped in black robes are Yuanying Monks?

This thought suddenly flashed in Mu Ping's mind, if these two guys were Yuanying Monks, then, what awaited him would be destruction.

"Smack!"

Mu Ping's palms finally touched the two of them, making a crisp sound, and he felt that his hands were numb, and two powerful forces rushed directly into his meridians.

"Bang!"

The general opposite

The shadow of the knife happened to collide with the soles of Mu Ping's feet, making a loud noise, and Mu Ping's body flew out directly like a cannonball, spitting out three mouthfuls of black and red blood in mid-air.

He felt that the two forces that entered his body were very domineering, and under the rampage, half of his meridians were damaged.

It was by no means the strength cultivated by ordinary monks through breathing, as if it had some kind of artificial component, like an ingredient extracted from some kind of ore, as heavy as a block of lead, forming a substance.

The cultivation of monks, whether it is breathing and exhaling the vitality of heaven and earth, or the spiritual power absorbed from the spirit stone, to put it bluntly, is a kind of gas, which is filtered and transformed by the meridians, and finally forms a cyclone in the dantian......

And like these two black-robed people, what flowed in the meridians was not gas, but a liquid that seemed to be substance, and it was the first time he had encountered it.

It's really a big forest, and there are all kinds of birds.

Compared to the attacks of the two black-robed men, the general and him were evenly matched, and under one blow, no one took advantage.

Mu Ping didn't know that the two black-robed people were more shocked than him, and at the same time that the two hit Mu Ping, Mu Ping's palms also hit the two of them at the same time, and under the docking, they felt that the strength they were proud of in their meridians was like an iceberg meeting molten iron and began to melt.

That situation, like the remnant snow in the shadows, suddenly encountered a touch of the sun's exposure, those two although very subtle, but exuding a scorching breath of power, where they passed, their meridians began to collapse, the strength of a large range of reversing, a mouthful of blood blurted out.

The two of them are like two sorghum stalks after autumn, poking straight there, at a loss.

"Give me refining!"

Mu Ping sat down cross-legged directly, and the Jiuyang Immortal Gong was running, and the scorching vitality wrapped around the two energies that entered the body and began to refine.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a large area of pitch-black clouds rolled and gathered here, and the electric snake danced wildly, as if something was about to be born, and it was like a thug who wanted to smash someone's glass, crazy.