"Baby, get up, hurry up!"

Fan Tiangang shouted loudly in a hoarse voice.

"Poof", the white light crossed the neck of one of the one-horned fireflies, very strange, there was no scene where the head fell to the ground, and the neck of the one-horned firefly was only cut a foot-long gap, and green blood rushed out.

"Squeak—"

The one-horned fireworm screamed and stood up suddenly, with green blood still bubbling out of its neck, which looked extremely scary, and at that moment, the control of the other one-horned fireworm's desperate sting had also failed, and it also stood up.

"Run!"

This is Mu Ping's only thought.

The skin of the one-horned firefly is too thick, and the release of the vitality of the third layer of the tree can't cause substantial damage to it, how can this be played?

Mu Ping escaped more than 500 meters away after a few vertical leaps.

"Vitality release? This kid can actually release vitality? He is a heaven-level peak powerhouse?! No wonder he is so powerful!"

With one move, Fan Tiangang felt Mu Ping's cultivation.

"Stop him for me and buy time for my darling!"

Fan Tiangang waved his hand at the disciples behind him.

With a hula, all the Fire Dragon Sect disciples followed behind the two one-horned fireflies like bees, chasing after Mu Ping.

"You deceive people too much!"

After running for another 500 meters, Mu Ping stood still. Although the skin of this one-horned firefly is thick, it is not without weaknesses, and their eyes are where their life lies, how to forget this stubble in a hurry.

"There it is!"

As soon as he moved his hand, the dagger was thrown into the ring by him, and with a wave of his hand, the bow seized from Yuwenchi was copied by him, and he bent the bow and arrows, "Whoosh!" The two arrows carried a strong wind and shot into the eyes of the uninjured one-horned firefly.

The one-horned firefly bent - straightened - bent again, and the speed was also extremely amazing, and when it was pursuing at full speed, two arrows arrived with a strong wind.

"Poof!"

After two sounds, two arrows hit the insect in the eye.

"Squeak—"

The bug let out a scream, and opened its mouth to spew out a fireball.

"Hey!"

Mu Ping rolled on the spot, rolled out more than 30 meters away, and was able to dodge the fireball, and at the same time bent his bow and arrows, a rhinoceros looked at the moon, "Whoosh!" and two arrows fired at the same time, "Puff!" hit the injured one-horned firefly in the eyes.

"Squeak—"

The insect was already seriously injured, but this time it was shot in the eye again, it couldn't bear the pain, its body spun, and it suddenly couldn't figure out the direction, and turned its head to open its mouth to the Fire Dragon Sect disciple who was following its ass and spewed out a large fireball.

Pity these more than twenty Fire Dragon Sect disciples, following behind the one-horned fireworms, they wanted to pick up a bargain, but they thought that the disaster would come so suddenly, they were caught off guard, and they didn't have time to react at all, and more than a dozen of them were hit by the bursting fireballs, and they burned all over.

"Mom!"

"It hurts!"

Rao is that they are all rough men close to two meters, and they can't help crying for their fathers and mothers, rolling all over the ground, farts and urine.

But to no avail, within half a minute, about fourteen or fifteen were reduced to ashes.

The one-horned firefly's natural skills are really powerful, it is to die if it is touched, and the natal flame is like a dog skin plaster, once it is pasted, how can it be easily torn off?

"Squeak—"

"Squeak—"

The two one-horned fireflies were like flies without a head—they bumped around, spitting fireballs as they went, and for a moment, a radius of three miles became a sea of fire, and the fire burned so much that even the stones were set on fire.

Suddenly, a corner of the main hall of the Fire Dragon Sect also caught fire, and for a while, the smoke was billowing out, the choking smell made people cry, and in addition to the smell of blood, it was the smell of burnt paste, which was also mixed with bursts of meat fragrance - many disciples of the Fire Dragon Sect were roasted!

"Come back, I command you, give me all back!"

Fan Tiangang's fat face turned green with anger, and he kept shouting loudly with a hoarse voice, but those disciples had already been burned by the fire and dazed, so how could they care about the sect leader not teaching the master, ordering or not.

"Mu Ping, you dare to kill my deputy sect leader Yuwenchi and burn my Fire Dragon Sect station, today this sect leader will not crush your bones and ashes, and swear not to be a man!"

Fan Tiangang was really enraged this time, "You eight, set up a formation for me, I will kill him at all costs!"

He waved his hand at the three elders and the five great King Kongs behind him, these eight people were all his henchmen, and many of the orders that hurt the heavens and reason were carried out by these eight people.

"Yes!"

The eight people glanced at each other, jumped up expressionlessly, and outflanked the place where Mu Ping was standing.

Such a good opportunity, if you don't take advantage of the fire to rob and fish in troubled waters, how can you be worthy of the one-horned fireworm - this teammate like a fire dragon teaching pig?

Anyway, he came to destroy the door, Mu Ping no longer concealed it, and when he encountered those Fire Dragon Sect disciples who escaped, he would make up for it if he was near, and use arrows to solve it if he was far away, of course, arrows could only shoot monks below the ground level, and those above the ground level were useless at all.

In just such a short period of time, more than thirty Fire Dragon Sect disciples died.

"Boom!"

The eight figures formed a fan to surround Mu Ping, and then changed, forming a large array.

"Eight Directions Trapped Dragon Formation?"

Mu Ping could see at a glance that these eight people formed the Eight Directions Trapped Dragon Formation, a third-level formation, which was enough to deal with an ordinary heaven-level monk, but it was still far from dealing with him, a former ninth-level emperor formation master.

These eight people and one water are all the cultivation of the early stage of the heaven level or the peak of the earth level, and the half-step heaven level, if they are placed in the world, they are definitely a force that should not be underestimated, if they are added to the formation, I am afraid that the peak of the heaven level will come, and they will have to be hated on the spot.

No wonder those old guys in the Xuan Group can't do anything about these people, if they are someone else, there is no way to take these people.

But Mu Ping is no one else!

"Come on!"

He clenched the dagger in his right hand, took out a medium-grade spirit stone in his left hand, and held it tightly. Since there is a free whetstone, how can he let it go easily.

When is the easiest time to improve your cultivation? That's when it's time to fight.

Eight people are like eight spinning tops, turning faster and faster, but Mu Ping, who was standing in the center of the array, closed his eyes, his spiritual power had already locked the figure of the eight people, even if they rotated fast, but in his sea of consciousness they were still like snails, so slow that they couldn't be slower.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, one of them moved, and he picked up the broad-backed knife in his hand and slashed at Mu Ping.

"Whew!"

The broadsword carried a strong wind, as if the air had been split.

Mu Ping's body twisted, and flew away diagonally at an incredible angle, but he could dodge this seemingly killer knife, but before he could stand firmly, a long sword had quietly come to his back and stabbed him in the back of the heart.

These eight people have cooperated many times and have a very tacit understanding. It turns out that the broadsword is just a disguise, and this sword is a lethal means. It's not the first time they've cooperated, and they have done it just right, and they've planned it to the second.

"Open!"

Mu Ping's back was like having eyes, a Su Qin back in his right hand, the tip of the dagger just hit the tip of the sword, and there was a crisp sound of "dangchang", but he didn't calculate that the other party's long sword turned out to be a real weapon.

The tip of the sword touched the dagger, and Mu Ping's dagger was split in half in response, but the tip of the sword did not stop, and the "poof" sound pierced his back, and the wound was three inches deep.

This dumb loss also made Mu Ping grin in pain, but he didn't make any noise.

He remembered this sword, and the blood that flowed out must be returned with a thousand swords.

But before he could breathe, suddenly, a huge reddened palm the size of a dustpan fell from the sky and slapped at his head.