"You...... How dare you play tricks on the old man?"

Xuande was annoyed and angry, his right hand moved, and more than a dozen sword qi silently attacked Mu Ping with his head on his head.

"It's you old thing!"

Mu Ping's mouth was frivolous, but he didn't dare to slack off at all, how to say that this Xuande was also the cultivation of the peak of the third layer of Yuanying, although he deliberately suppressed it at the peak of Jindan, but that move was far from being comparable to that of Jindan stage monks.

“！”

The Cold Moon Divine Sword was pulled out of the ring by him, and at the same time, his right hand moved, and one after another array flags flew out one after another, and soon a defensive formation was formed behind him, protecting Zhao Ying, Heling, Wang Yao, including Feng Zhongyun, Nanyuan, and even the entire factory building of Pingyao Three Companies.

As the last three-foot-long and half-foot-wide core array flag landed, a thick fog rose on the ground, and only the silhouettes of Zhao Ying and the others could be seen, and the rest were all white.

All of this is a long story, but in an instant, a sixth-level defensive formation has been arranged.

"Whew"

Mu Ping let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time secretly rejoiced in his heart, the real tree and the Xuan change are different, the promotion of the Xuan change cultivation, he is still the first time to arrange the defensive formation, according to the real tree stage is more than three times faster, and the defense power has increased more than ten times, Sensei said that an ordinary monk of the third layer of the Yuan Infant, even if the peak of the Yuan Infant comes, if he wants to break the formation for a while, it is also wishful thinking.

According to his estimates, the monk who understands the formation is a different matter, if he is a peak monk who does not understand the formation, give him half a year, and he can use brute force to break this sixth-level formation is considered the best of the best.

Without worries, he can throw off his arms and do a big job, he must get rid of this Xuande in front of him, if this person is not removed, how can he be worthy of the threat suffered by his relatives and friends?

"Can't you see, you're still a formation master?"

Seeing that Mu Ping had arranged a defensive formation so quickly, Xuande faintly felt a trace of uneasiness and a faint trace of regret.

"Who the hell is this kid? Say he's Mu Jianheng, but didn't Mu Jianheng have already fallen in that incident? Say he's not, how can there be so many things? This time it's not going to be kicked on the iron plate, right?"

But he quickly firmed up his thoughts, "It's just a hairy boy who has not dried up, no matter how powerful he is, he can turn it over."

With his own peak cultivation of the third layer of the Yuan Infant, if those unborn old monsters come out to make trouble, this kid alone wants to defeat himself, so let's dream!"

And he himself has a final retreat, and as for what? The answer will only be revealed when it is used.

Thinking of this, his confidence soared.

"Die!"

Xuande controlled the more than a dozen sword qi to stab at Mu Ping from all directions, "hiss" Each sword qi emitted a crack-like hiss, although the shape could not be seen, but the feeling of pinpricks and needles, such as wearing the body at night, if it was placed on an ordinary monk, I am afraid it would have been cut into pieces.

"Broken!"

Mu Ping roared, and the Cold Moon Divine Sword was about to come over, and countless flat slashes were pushed out.

"Puff puff!"

Sounds rang out, as if cut into a giant log.

And the dozen or so sword qi were all cut into two, four, and eight sections by him...... Countless paragraphs.

"Boy, if you are so capable, you would be here today!"

Seeing Mu Ping's mediocre moves, it can be said that there is no existence of martial arts, Xuande's neck is raised high again, his long gray hair is windless and automatic, his eyes are hollow, unfathomable, and he is quite a bit of the villain in the TV series.

No wonder he was ecstatic, because he had only used less than six points of strength, if he had gone all out, he estimated that Mu Ping would have been chopped into meat by that sword qi a long time ago!

"Kill!"

Xuande used all his strength, and hundreds of sword qi made a "snort" sound, attacking Mu Ping's various parts indiscriminately.

"Broken!"

Mu Ping let out a low roar, and the Cold Moon Divine Knife was still in one posture, "Boom!" Countless knives were slashed out one after another, slashing towards the sword qi that had more than doubled in size.

"Look for death!"

The corners of Xuande's mouth rose slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"Why is Team Leader Mu so big?"

Feng Zhongyun in the formation slowly frowned.

Mu Ping's arrangement is a one-way peep formation, although the situation in the formation cannot be seen clearly from the outside, but the people in the formation can see the situation outside, so Mu Ping and Xuande's moves and styles are under their noses.

"Humph!"

Wang Yao snorted coldly and squinted at Feng

Zhong Yun glanced at it, although this person had been protecting the three of them, and he should be grateful, but he dared to say that master, this was unacceptable to him.

Sensing Wang Yao's hostility, Feng Zhongyun smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head slightly.

Nan Yuan stared at a pair of eyes, curiously watching the situation on the field, although he couldn't see those sword qi clearly at all, but it was always inevitable to open his eyes.

Zhao Ying and He Ling watched the fight on the field nervously, and their hearts were about to mention their throats, and Feng Zhongyun's words made the second daughter feel highly nervous, and her palms were full of sweat.

"Puff puff!"

"Puff puff!"

A more violent fluctuation of the air flow, with the two of them as the center, scattered and overflowed, rippling in circles, where they passed, flying sand and stones, the originally neat and beautiful asphalt road was broken one by one, and the black oil stones turned into the size of a fist and burst out.

And all the green vegetation has turned into green clay.

Suddenly, a figure flew up out of thin air with a whoosh, and slammed into the formation wall with a click, and then slowly slipped out.

The entire formation space emitted strong fluctuations, and it shook three times before it stabilized.

"Mu Ping"

"Mu Ping"

"Master"

Zhao Ying and He Ling rushed out of the formation as if they were crazy, but the formation blocked, they hit their heads on the formation wall, and both fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, Ben Shao can't die yet!"

Mu Ping stood up slowly, with a "bah", a large mouthful of blood was highlighted, the back of his right hand wiped the corner of his mouth, turned back to Zhao Ying and Heling and smiled slightly, and stood up again with the Cold Moon Divine Knife in his hand.

Looking at him, the white T-shirt was full of holes, and the exposed skin was scattered with large slap-length wounds.

"This old thing is really amazing!"

Xuande is obviously a master of swordsmanship, Mu Ping estimates that if every sword qi becomes an entity, it must be the size of a zhang and half a foot wide, although Xuande's cultivation is not as good as the weasel body, but it is really more than twice as powerful as his clone.

If his cultivation was still at the solid tree stage, just receiving this sword qi would cause him to be seriously injured, and it was not impossible for him to lose his combat effectiveness.

Rao was like this, he also suffered a little minor injury, but this injury was no different from scratching for him, and he healed in minutes.