"Kill them for this seat!"

In a fit of rage, the black-robed man stopped grinding and stretched out his hand to point at Mu Ping and Da Mao.

With a "hula" sound, the hundreds of Xuandan monks gathered outside the encirclement at this moment showed their blades one after another, and covered up and killed Mu Ping and Da Mao.

Thirty monks flew into the air, concentrating on vigilance, and completely sealed the retreat of the two.

For a while, the sword light flickered, the sword shadow was cold, and bursts of coldness went from the sky to the ground, from the ground to the sky, like a substance, attacking Mu Ping and Da Mao.

Don't talk about the two Xuandan monks, even if the Yuanying Ancestor comes, he has to avoid the edge for the time being.

The destructive power caused by the attacks of more than a hundred Xuandan monks should not be underestimated.

The sky was dark, the atmosphere trembled, and the thick killing intent that permeated the air could be heard for hundreds of miles.

"A bunch of people who died in vain!"

Mu Ping smiled playfully, glanced at Da Mao, and said, "Fight quickly." ”

Da Mao understood, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a golden stick was grabbed by him, and the Cold Moon Divine Knife also appeared in Mu Ping's hand.

"Whew-"

A thirty-zhang long golden stick shadow pierced the void, like a golden lightning bolt, and slashed at the monks in front of him.

"Huh!"

A pitch-black sword shadow of the same thirty length, like a death scythe, emitted bursts of coldness, and slashed at the thirty monks in mid-air.

It was Mu Pingshi who exhibited the second form of the desperate three styles - the group killing technique - Pinghai.

"Bang! Bang!"

The stick shadow fell to the ground, the golden light was shining, and the dozen or so Xuandan monks who were facing Da Mao, whether it was the first floor of Xuandan or the peak of the ninth layer of Xuandan, all turned into meat paste, this is not the end, the stick shadow fell straight on the second main house, and the house shook three times and collapsed. A deep pit thirty feet long and three feet wide was smashed out of the ground, and the gravel was splashed, the earth chips danced wildly, and a thick bloody gas mixed with smoke and dust, and the choking people couldn't help but sneeze.

In contrast, Mu Ping was even more terrifying, "Puff puff!" The black knife shadow flashed in a circle, and the thirty monks were watching like live targets, only to feel a chill on their waists, as if something had torn their belts, and then they didn't feel anything, they even had a smile on their faces, and the blades in their hands were held high, and blood could gurgle from their waists.

In an instant, the part below the waist began to fall, then the heart, liver, lungs, and intestines began to fall, and finally the upper body followed.

And their fingers automatically broke and flew out, and all the rings on them automatically flew to Mu Ping's hand, and he slowly put them into a storage bag, calmly put them in his arms, that look, that action, just like a landlord Lao Cai is recovering what originally belonged to him.

"Gross!"

Cultivating to the Xuandan level, they must be the best who crawled out of the pile of dead, and they are usually even more murderous, and the lives of ordinary monks are like grass mustard and ants in their eyes, and they are taken away.

But they had never experienced such a bloody and cruel slaughter, and there were more than a dozen monks on the spot, and they opened their mouths and spat out a large mouthful of sour water, which was really too bloody, and the bloody breath was so thick that their throats were salty, their necks seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and their hearts were as heavy as lead, and they opened their mouths wide, but they couldn't breathe.

The sword resulted in the lives of thirty Xuandan monks, and the black-robed old monster couldn't help but take three steps back, and only then did he stabilize his body, and he couldn't help but have the idea of retreating. What did this black-shirted sect Zhongzhou base do to offend such a powerful place Chinese?

This person is calm and wise, bloodthirsty and ruthless, he is definitely a powerful threat to the sect, he knew that this trip to the troubled waters was so difficult, why did he run to this place where rabbits don't?

But this retreat disappeared in a flash, "While this kid hasn't advanced yet, he must be removed." ”

He nodded at the black-robed man beside him, and the two of them slowly faded, and finally disappeared completely into the air, and the two long knives that could also be invisible in the air were rounded by the two of them, and cut straight at Mu Ping.

"Are you finally willing to make a move?"

Mu Ping smiled slightly, and said to Da Mao: "There are likely to be other ambushes here, and they must be resolved quickly." ”

"Don't worry, master, wrap it up on Da Mao!"

At this time, Da Mao and the rest of the monks were in a state of stalemate, although he could kill an enemy with one punch, but there were too many enemies, and it would take a process to kill.

In the end, he opened the door wide, desperately injured physically, and did not care about it, with only one goal, that is, to kill his opponent as soon as possible.

Mu Ping didn't release Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu's size is too eye-catching, no need for much, as long as there is one monk who participates in the battle tonight, or a Yuan Soul slips through the net, Xiao Wu is immediately exposed.

This is also the reason why Da Mao worked so hard and never conjured up a thirty-meter-high body.

Mu Ping held the Cold Moon Divine Knife in his hand, jumped into the air, and swung two swords at the two invisible sword shadows.

"Boom! boom!"

The four sword shadows collided together, making a deafening sound, with the impact point as the center, the aftermath rippled in circles, and where they passed, the walls collapsed and the houses collapsed, and the bodies of those killed monks turned into a rain of blood in an instant.

"You...... Can you see us?"

The black-robed man who had spoken and intimidated before, his body shook, revealing his body from the void, as if he had seen a ghost, and he hurriedly spoke.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, what is so much nonsense?"

Mu Ping smiled, as early as when he was arguing with the black-robed man, he secretly wrapped a handful of fluorite powder in fine black particles, scattered it into the air, and used the air flow between the waves of his hand to automatically fall on the black robe of the two of them, so that no matter where others went, the fluorite powder would emit a faint fluorescence.

This is the idea that Mu Ping suddenly had a few days ago when he was refining weapons for those monks in Wei Qingcheng, and I tried it today, and it really worked.

Of course, the fluorite powder he used, including the layer of skin wrapped on the outside, was not a mainland product, it was specially refined by him, and the purpose was to deal with the Black Shirt Sect specifically, and the armor that carried it against the soldiers of the Tiger Empire also worked.

After living for more than 2,100 years, you can't have the heart to harm others, and how can you not have the heart to defend against people?

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly, held the long knife in his hand, and slashed at Mu Ping, the peak momentum of the second layer of Yuanying was not concealed at all.

Mu Ping suddenly discovered that if he didn't choose stealth, the skill of this black-robed man had actually improved by a small realm compared to when he was invisible.

But he didn't pay attention to this frontal attack, and the Cold Moon Divine Knife flashed, slashing directly at the nine o'clock position on the left.