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"Kill!"

Xuande roared, and the palm shadow the size of the second zhang slapped at Mu Ping's head and head.

This old boy is also a genius, and it is really commendable that he can combine martial arts and yin spirits and invent such a powerful palm.

"Whew"

Seeing that the palm shadow was constantly enlarged in his pupils, Mu Ping picked up the Cold Moon Divine Knife, split Huashan with one force, and slashed at the palm shadow.

It was he who unleashed the Ultimate Sword, the first of the three Desperate Styles.

I saw a sword shadow about three zhang in size carrying a strong wind, and flew over towards Xuande's palm shadow.

Everywhere I passed, the sand and rocks were flying, and the dirt made a "snorting" sound, and the air was full of holes and sieves.

"Huh?"

Xuande frowned, "How can this kid still be Xiaoqiang just now, why did he become so powerful all of a sudden?"

"You...... Why are you pretending to be stupid?"

If he doesn't understand at this moment, this kid in front of him must have just been promoted, and just now he was clearly using the battle with him to stabilize his cultivation, then he would really become a mallet!

"Poof!"

Mu Ping didn't want to talk to him, the days of being beaten passively have passed, and now it's the master's home field!

If you look closely, you will find that the three-zhang size knife shadow is surrounded by swords, forming the same essence of the sword, white and purple, faintly there is a flame beating.

It was he who had infiltrated the cold lizard demon fire into the sword qi.

"Poof!", the knife and the palm shadow were the first to touch, making a sound similar to a cracked silk, and the palm shadow was immediately split in half.

"Whew"

Xuande let out an even more terrible howl, and the scream was similar to that of a demon beast, and it was heard far away in the dark night.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his state suddenly withered.

"Snort!"

Where the shadow of the knife passed, the hard cement floor was split out of a chasm more than 30 zhang long, half a zhang wide, and three meters deep.

"Ahem!"

Only remained

The seven-zhang figure, as if the hydrogen balloon had encountered an iron thorn, contracted sharply for the second time, and shrunk into a shriveled old man with a height of less than one meter eight in the blink of an eye, and the five fingers of his right hand disappeared together, and drops of blood flowed down the wound, and soon formed a palm-sized dark red and black stain on the ground.

His clothes were split in half diagonally, and the wound on his chest was like a baby's mouth, turning outward, and the bones inside could be faintly seen.

Originally, he had a sleek white hair, but at the moment he was shaved off against his scalp, and the middle part turned into a large light scoop, only three or twenty were left on both sides, and it swayed gently in the night wind, making his whole person look like an old ghost drilled out of a grave, and like an ugly ghost in hell, extremely eerie and terrifying.

"You...... You ......"

Xuande pursed his lips, said two words in a row, his body faded steeply, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.

All this is a long story, but it can happen, just between the hundred breaths, a terrible ghost who was still high above and looked down on the world just now, and in the blink of an eye, he became a lost dog and fled.

"Is it a blood escape technique? the old thing is really willing to give up!"

Mu Ping snorted from his nose.

It can be seen that Xuande fought hard in order to escape for his life, and even performed the technique of blood escape, which also belongs to the taboo and the like, if it is not the last moment of life and death, no one chooses to cast it, because this spell is at the cost of consuming qi and blood, and if the qi and blood are consumed, Shouyuan will of course be reduced, and at any time, the speed of reducing Shouyuan will increase exponentially.

"Is this an all-or-nothing rhythm?"

Mu Ping touched his nose, and with a wave of his hand, the cold moon divine sword was taken into the ring by him.

"Wang Yao, Sister Ying, Sister Ling, you are responsible for checking the injuries of the rest of the workers, Team Leader Nan is responsible for protection, and Elder Feng comes with me!"

Mu Ping rose into the air, and with a wave of his right hand, a formation flag was thrown into the guard by him, and flew lightly to Wang Yao's hand, but Feng Zhongyun didn't understand what was going on, his body was light, and he flew into the air.

Advancing to the Xuan Change, even without a flying sword, Mu Ping can fly easily, and the speed is not much slower than that of the flying sword, which explains why he was able to rush back in such a short time.

"Yes. ”

"Yes!"

Feng Zhongyun and Nan Yuan early

was shocked by Mu Ping's means, this is a flying sword, fire, and that big knife, it's dizzying, this combat power, looking at the world, which one can compare?

Is this the rhythm of picking up treasures?

The eyes of the two were burning, and they couldn't wait to learn every trick and style of Mu Ping, but after watching it for a long time, they helplessly found that it was not what they could learn now.

If everyone can easily learn this kind of cultivation method, wouldn't it be a rotten street?

It is said that Mu Ping is very good at kung fu, and today they have officially opened their eyes, if Mu Ping wants to kill them, it will not take the trouble of crushing an ant to death.

Is this the gap?

and when he heard Mu Ping's orders, how could he dare to disobey the slightest.

Mu Ping was fighting, but everything around him could not escape the perception of his spiritual power, how could Feng Zhongyun and Nan Yuan's careful thinking escape his magic eyes? Moreover, he found that the workers in the factory had just fainted, and their lives were not in serious trouble, so he ordered Wang Yao and others to stay and take care of him, as for Feng Zhongyun, it had always been Mu Ping who worked for him, and it was time for him to come forward.

If a Xuandan monk is only a turtle with a shrunken head, it is tantamount to a greenhouse flower, and if he can't experience wind and rain, how can he become a big thing?

Besides, Feng Zhongyun, a Xuandan monk, can fly, no matter how he says, but Nanyuan is different, a heaven-level peak martial cultivator, if he wants to fly, it is simply a daydream.

In the distance, Xuande's figure appeared in Mu Ping's sea of knowledge, and at this moment, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a lost dog.

I saw that he had already put on a black robe, with long sleeves fluttering, and he could look back and look back from time to time, and with his pale cheeks, he looked like an outlaw who was escaping from pursuit.

Mu Ping looked at the direction of Xuande's escape, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he bent out a beautiful arc.

He unhurriedly stuck behind Xuande, helping Feng Zhongyun adjust his flying posture from time to time, making his flying speed more than double.

Although it is the same as flying, there are a lot of tricks in it, and Feng Zhongyun has practiced the exercises given to him by Mu Ping, and his cultivation has become a thousand miles a day, but he is all pondering and understanding by himself, and there is still a big gap between him and the guidance of famous teachers, and now under the guidance of Mu Ping, not only is it easier to fly, but also feels that his skills are gradually stabilizing, and there is a faint upward trend.