Mu Feng has absolute confidence in Qin Mu.

Even if this demon has real cultivation and kills people, it is enough to ignore the rules of society, and it is definitely impossible for Sect Master Qin to be the opponent.

Mu Feng retracted his mind, and his true qi slowly poured into the long sword, and the sword body faintly floated with light. He stared intently at where the voice came from, sword intent coming to mind. With every step, the crisis of cold and death forced Mu Feng, Mu Feng's physical state felt this pressure, and naturally adjusted to a more powerful state, and the sword intent became clearer and clearer.

Mu Feng's figure gradually disappeared into the white mist.

Everyone was scared, not knowing whether to run or stay here, and no one wanted to be the first to escape, after all, even the Dao Warlock and Martial Artist were easily hit and killed.

In the white mist, with Mu Feng's eyes, he couldn't see what kind of people were on the cliff and where. He could only rely on his feelings, and he gradually closed his eyes, and his whole mind was immersed in sword intent.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Feng intuitively knew that he had walked not far from the cliff, and above the cliff was the place where the devil was.

Mu Feng stabbed a sword upward!

The light of this sword shone on the white mist, and everyone more than twenty meters away also saw this dazzling sword. Those half-step martial artists knew what this sword meant, and they were taken aback.

If this sword stabs at them, they will never take it!

A wisp of light smoke and cold air went towards the sharp sword aura.

Listening to only two sneers, the wisp of cold smoke that defeated Yan Ding's Lei Suo across North China collided with the sword qi of the half-step martial artist Mu Feng, Mu Feng's sword qi shattered inch by inch, and the wisp of light smoke continued to dissipate.

Mu Feng's sword qi was finally shattered, but the light smoke had also reached the end of the crossbow, and when it came to Mu Feng, it completely dissipated.

Everyone didn't hear the sound of Mu Feng falling, knowing that Mu Feng caught this wisp of cold air, they didn't know whether to be happy or ashamed.

The demon's voice laughed and said, "Very good sword intent, as a half-step martial artist, you can actually receive my blow, you are worth eating!"

But then, suddenly, a sword qi rushed straight into the sky. Mu Feng's body erupted with true qi that far surpassed that of a half-step martial artist.

The brilliance of that sword illuminated the entire white mist.

Everyone was stunned.

"Oh my god!

"Break through the martial artist on the spot?"

This sword was full of sword energy, and it was a sword stabbed by Mu Feng who broke through to the martial artist at the moment when the pressure reached its peak and condensed the true qi of the whole body. The sword was like a white sword, destroying everything it touched, and stabbing straight at the source of the sound on the cliff.

It was no longer a wisp of smoke, but an ice pick that emitted a terrifying chill.

This ice pick was born out of thin air, crystal clear, not inferior to the water droplets that Zhou Dian was about to emit that day, not only the wind, but even the people thirty meters away also felt that there was a cool air that enveloped the entire white fog clearing.

Suddenly, someone realized: "Run, run!"

This is indeed a great opportunity to escape, everyone finally woke up, no longer caring what happened to the wind, patted the trembling legs, gathered that little courage to pull out their legs and run.

With a bang, the cold air suddenly shot out, and the entire clearing was covered by this cold air, and everyone felt that they were taking a step slower under their feet, and their whole bodies were frozen, and they couldn't use it.

They heard the sound of a man falling to the ground, not the dull sound of falling from the air, but the sound of flying upside down.

Everyone's hearts were cold, this Mu Feng's sword qi was already so strong, but in the face of this demon, it was still vulnerable, and it only gave them a chance to escape.

At this moment, several wisps of light smoke and cold air swayed in, and the five half-step martial artists who fled to the front froze and fell to the ground.

The ethereal voice that exuded a deep chill sounded again: "If anyone runs again, he will be the next to die." ”

The tone of the words was flat, but there was a chilling meaning, and everyone dared to move again, they all stopped there, looking back at the thick white mist, and their hearts were full of despair.

The strength of a real person is really terrifying and suffocating!

This time, not to mention the elixir, I'm afraid it will only be eaten.

The eerie sound of the devil's laughter echoed around the cliff.

All the people hung their heads and waited to die.

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a young man of about twenty years old came from the mountain path, and looked strangely at the people who looked like wooden carvings, and this young man did not seem to hear the crazy laughter of the devil, and his expression was relaxed, as if he had come to an outing.

Everyone looked at this young man with a relaxed face.

Pan Hui and the others who were eating at the restaurant three days ago were stunned for a moment.

Isn't this Qin Mu, who is known as the big dragon head of Hannan, but is actually serving dishes in a small restaurant?

There is no fluctuation of true qi at all, and how did Qin Mu, who is not familiar with human feelings, come here?

But he came at an inopportune time, just when the big devil was about to eat people, and this person was really unlucky. Some people knew that their lives were hopeless, and their psychology was unbalanced, and when they saw Qin Mu also coming to die, they even felt a trace of happiness.

Many people were even more looking forward to seeing Qin Mu's tough expression become frightened and even cry when he found a dead end.

The demon in the depths of the white mist also stopped laughing wildly, and seemed to carefully look at the young man who didn't seem to realize what was happening, and then said in disgust: "Why does this flesh and blood smell of oily smoke, and there is no aura at all, and it can't be eaten, ordinary man." ”

The demon sighed: "Well, it's all here, it's hard to eat." ”

Qin Mu ignored the voice, and looked at the depths of the white mist first: "Mu Feng, what's wrong with you?" Well, you have broken through to the martial artist, not bad. ”

Mu Feng didn't die, the devil's ice pick was not an ordinary ice pick, but an aura that turned into a blow, gathering the full strength of the devil's blow, and ordinary martial artists would die violently under this blow no matter what.

However, the sword intent of Mu Feng's sword was the starry sky sword intent taught by Qin Mu, and the power was incomparable, and Mu Feng broke through under the maximum pressure, which was much stronger than ordinary martial artists. So he caught the devil's trick stubbornly, flew more than ten meters upside down, and lay on the ground for a while and it was difficult to recover.

Qin Mu saw that Mu Feng just fell to the ground and there was no big problem, so he looked up at the cliff, Qin Mu sensed that there was an extremely cold aura there, far above everyone here, it should be this person who knocked Mu Feng away.

As far as Qin Mu's eyes could see, he saw the appearance of the demon clearly, his six senses instantly spread, and after making sure that he couldn't feel the breath of the second real person realm, he frowned and said, "Why are you the only real person?"

The people don't know why.

There's only one real person? What does that mean? There are fewer real people here?

A real person in his mother has already disregarded the rules of society, and said that if he kills someone with status and status here, he will kill and eat. If there were a few more, wouldn't it be razed to the ground in a moment?