"Boy, I have to say, you really have a bit of a doorway, I don't know how many times you can get lucky?!"

Xuande leaned at Mu Ping, and his chin was about to rise to the sky.

"Kill!"

This old boy is also a decisive person, he knows the ever-changing truth on the battlefield, he doesn't give Mu Ping time to breathe at all, his hands and ten fingers are linked, and even defense is saved, in his eyes, in addition to attacking or attacking!

Hundreds of sword qi carried strong winds and attacked Mu Ping again.

"Broken!"

Mu Ping jumped high, missed the formation wall, and faced the hundreds of sword qi, the Cold Moon Divine Sword still slashed out a few swords.

"Puff puff!"

"Whoosh!"

"Smack!"

"Plop!"

It seems that these onomatopoeia words were inherently prepared for Mu Ping, and this time is no exception.

His body flew high again, hit the formation wall at once, and then landed, and the blood snake at the corner of his mouth bubbled out as if it didn't want money, and the wound on his body, which was not bleeding, opened again, and blood splashed out.

Where the two fought, the ground went down more than a meter, as if it had been scraped down by an excavator, revealing the soft soil underneath.

"Kill!"

"Come again!"

“......”

I don't know how many rounds have passed, more than a dozen, hundreds? At the beginning, Zhao Ying and He Ling, including Wang Yao, were still counting the times, but later, they didn't bother to remember.

"Phew, what the hell did you change?"

Xuande spat at the mouth, gasped a little for heavy breathing, and then spoke hatefully.

"You shouldn't be called Mu Ping of Lao Shizi, you should be called Xiaoqiang!"

He is also extremely aggrieved, he has lived for more than 600 years, he has experienced more than 3,000 battles, large and small, but the first time this situation occurred, obviously this kid should be chopped into pieces of meat next time, but this kid has eased up again, you are fast, he is also slow.

This is not an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, what is it?

If he knew that Mu Ping was using a duel with him to stabilize his cultivation, if he knew that he had become a test stone for this kid in front of him, I wonder if he would spurt out a mouthful of old blood?

"It's finally possible!"

Mu Ping let out a long sigh of relief.

In the last life in the Xuan Demon Continent, it took him more than half a year to advance to the Xuan Transformation

Only then did he stabilize his cultivation, and now his refining body had reached the highest level of mortal golden skin, which made him dare to face the Yuan Ying hard bar, and it took less than half an hour to stabilize his cultivation.

This can be regarded as a rarity among the mystical monks.

It is said that fighting is the best way to stabilize cultivation, and the ancients did not deceive me!

As soon as he was happy, Mu Ping also dragged a sentence in his heart.

"Boy, I don't know if you are pretending to be a ghost or something, but you think that the old man is this ability, and he can only use one martial art, then you are very wrong!"

If you can't see that Mu Ping is playing tricks on him at this moment, then Xuande is really a mallet, and he has lived to a dog for more than 600 years.

"Oh?"

Mu Ping raised his eyebrows, and tore off the scarred shirt, revealing his upper body full of muscles, and his skin was as smooth as ever, and he still looked a little injured.

"Okay, good, finally stop being a shrunken turtle?"

Xuande's eyeless eye sockets converged slightly, and a more intense coldness poured out of the black hole.

"Is this the rhythm of the move to amplify?"

Mu Ping was shocked, which Yuanying monk didn't have the means to press the bottom of the box?

"Die!"

Xuande hugged the moon in his arms, the upper and lower palms were facing each other, moving in a gossip-shaped shape, and a cool breath emanated from between his hands, and within three breaths, a round ball with a diameter of about half a meter was formed between his hands, emitting bursts of cold and foul smell, the temperature was not much worse than that of a thousand years of Xuan Bing, and the stench was more than ten times richer than that of a rotting corpse.

said that it was too late, and as soon as the ball was formed, it flew towards Mu Ping, accompanied by a palpitation that destroyed the world and the earth.

"What is this?"

Feng Zhongyun's cultivation was the highest in the formation, but he estimated that if he faced this round ball, let alone fighting, I am afraid that he would not even have the strength to fight back, "Team Leader Mu be careful!"

"Master, be careful!"

"Mu Ping be careful!"

"Team Leader Mu, this is the qi of the Yin Corpse, it has the miraculous effect of freezing the meridians, get out of the way!"

Nanyuan finally began to speak.

"Can you hide?"

When the ball left his hand, Xuande seemed to have been stripped of a layer of skin, his face turned pale, and his wrinkles were deeper, like a knife and axe, and the whole person was more than ten years old.

"Spells?

Mu Ping smiled slightly, did not retreat, but advanced, and pounced on the spinning ball.

"I don't know what to live or die!"

As Nan Yuan said, this ball was formed by extracting the Yin meridians of countless Yin Souls, which could not only quickly freeze the monk's meridians, but also cause irreversible damage to the meridians due to the corpse poison contained in it.

This is one of Xuande's killer features, and the monks who died in this trick are not eight thousand, but also more than five thousand.

It was with this trick that he Xuande laid a world in South Asia, and no one dared to mess with it.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, there were sudden bursts of fire around it.

Looking at Mu Ping again, he didn't move, his back was straight, and his height of one meter eighty-five was like a dry javelin, stabbing straight into the sky.

In front of him, the ball split apart, dissipating little by little into the endless void.

And in his hand, a flame flashed away.

It was he who used the beast fire cold lizard demon fire.

There is nothing more competent than a strange fire to deal with this cold thing, so to speak, the strange fire is the ancestor who restrained this cold thing.

Isn't there such a saying? Where is there darkness under the sun?

Now the filthy thing has encountered a strange fire, like ice and snow encountering molten iron, and in an instant the earth has collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.

Although Mu Ping doesn't have a different fire, he has a beast fire that is one level lower.

"Poof!"

How to say that the yin qi is also connected to Xuande's heart, and under the backlash, he opened his mouth and highlighted a large mouthful of blood, and his expression was even more depressed.

"You...... How did you do that?"

He trembled his right hand and pointed at Mu Ping in surprise.

"Do you want to know, next life!"

Mu Ping smiled, kicking, kicking, kicking, stepping towards Xuande, every step was like stepping on his heart.

"You brought it on yourself!"

A touch of ruthlessness flashed on Xuande's face, his left hand went down, and his right hand pinched a strange handprint, and suddenly his body became nothing.

"Turning reality into fiction?"

Mu Ping's eyes were full of joy, "This old thing is really bloody!"

As the name suggests, it is to turn the physical body into a void ghost, in layman's terms, this Xuande is no longer raising a ghost in his own body, but turning himself into a real ghost!

A ghost who is close to the pinnacle!