"Looks like you're losing. Mr. Baili chuckled lightly and walked from the crowd to the front, standing ten paces away from Mu Shuliang.

He didn't move forward, Mu Shuliang looked in front of the people next to him and said, "The eight masters of Fenglin Continent, the elite disciples of Yuanzhou, and the powerhouses of Liuzhou, it seems that Mr. Baili, you have been preparing to kill me for a long time." ”

"Knowing that the opponent is you, you naturally have to be more prepared. Mr. Baili raised an eyebrow.

Mu Shuliang smiled, Mr. Baili couldn't see what he meant by this smile, but he knew that Mu Shuliang was not as relaxed as he appeared now.

After a while, Mu Shuliang smiled lightly, and looked back at the mountain road behind him, but there were people from the Ten Continents behind him, and his vision was blocked, and he couldn't see the scene in the deep pit of the valley behind him: "The rest of the masters are here, but the famous Thirteen Guards of the Ancestral Continent Iron Prison are not there." ”

Mr. Baili's gaze remained unchanged, still staring at Mu Shuliang's face, and said slowly: "You should know why." ”

Mu Shuliang muttered, "Because they're down there." ”

Mr. Baili took a step forward: "In this game, you should admit that I won." ”

His footsteps were very soft, but they were very clear in this silence, and before he could take this step, Mu Shuliang looked back again.

For some reason, Mr. Baili couldn't continue to take this step.

Mu Shuliang said as if he didn't care about the scene in front of him: "But it's okay, I can wait." ”

His voice was also very soft, as light as Mr. Baili's footsteps, and seeing that Mr. Baili frowned, he repeated: "When they come, the victory or defeat is not certain." ”

Mr. Baili smiled.

His laughter was short, and a little suppressed, not like he was laughing, but like he was coughing gently, he squinted his eyes and said: "Do you think that the group of people below and your junior sister can defeat the Thirteen Guards of the Iron Prison?" After saying this, he looked to the side again, and the hundreds of people surrounding Mu Shuliang behind him slowly approached him, and the sword was full of murderous aura, even if the flames were raging all around, they couldn't hide the cold.

"Or do you think you'll make it to their arrival?"

This sentence came to an abrupt end, and the direction of the wind around him suddenly changed with his words, only a clear scream was heard, and the cold light flickered towards Mu Shuliang.

Mu Shuliang did not dodge or dodge, and he never even moved, but the Yunhua Sword had already taken precautions, and immediately trembled and jumped out of the scabbard, and in the loud sound, the cold mang was bounced to the ground by the Yunhua Sword, but the Yunhua Sword was no longer in the sheath, only hanging on Mu Shuliang's side, with a sharp edge, as if it was about to strike out like lightning at any time.

Mu Shuliang finally moved, he put the scabbard in front of him, the long sword was clearly out of the sheath, but he made a sword drawing motion at the empty scabbard, he retracted his smile, and looked at the people in front of him: "Don't try...... How do you know?"

It's a very simple question, so simple that it doesn't require much thought.

In some ways, Mu Shuliang is a person who is very afraid of trouble, and it is a troublesome thing for him to do it, so he will never do anything that can be solved with his brain, but like today, it is useless to think about it, so he can only do it.

Mu Shuliang drew his sword, the dazzling silver light of Fengque and the Zhuoran sword aura of Yunhua complemented each other, and the two long swords took the lead and rushed into the crowd!

Mr. Baili frowned slightly, just now he had already seen that Mu Shuliang was already at the end of the crossbow, and he should definitely not make a move, but he didn't expect that in this case, this person would even look for a death-like attack. His complexion changed slightly, and he only felt strange in his heart, he didn't know what Mu Shuliang's plan was, but the matter had come to this, even if Mu Shuliang had any plan, he shouldn't have to worry about it. He thought about it for a while, but calmed down in an instant, he turned around and shook his head, "Do it." ”

With this sound, everyone shot out one after another and headed towards Mu Shuliang in the center!

Although Mu Shuliang has outstanding intelligence, his strength is only in the Zixiao Realm, and he is now so weak that he is only alone, even if he has any strategy, he should not be able to come up with any tricks.

This point didn't need to be confirmed, even Mr. Baili couldn't figure out how Mu Shuliang could get out, so he gave this order without hesitation.

As for Mr. Baili's order, the people of Shizhou did not hesitate at all, but in an instant, the swords fell on the figure holding the sword.

Mu Shuliang moved extremely fast, and the battle did not make him hesitate to make a move, except for the Tiangang Alliance leader who was the same as the monster, he was still the most powerful person among the young generation in the Central Plains. He shuttled between the crowds, fearless even in the face of thousands of troops. Yun Hua and Feng Que went one after the other, that was the swordsmanship he had used with Yun Jin at the Liuzhou Bridgehead before, and it was Mei Ying's sword technique, but compared with Yun Jin's swordsmanship, it was several times more powerful.

In an instant, more than a dozen people had fallen under his sword.

Mu Shuliang didn't stop, he didn't even pay attention to the blood oozing from his lips again, and when his figure moved again, he had swung his sword into the crowd again.

Mr. Baili's face was slightly gloomy, as if he didn't expect that in this situation, Mu Shuliang would still be able to kill people in front of his eyes. He stepped forward, his sleeve swept lightly, and a thin silver light swept in from his fingertips.

Mu Shuliang seemed to have expected it, as soon as Mr. Baili made a move, he turned around to block, but he came out with a sword, and he couldn't close the momentum, Mr. Baili lived on the sidelines, and he had already seen everything through, this sword came out, and he couldn't completely block Mr. Baili's silver mang, his fingertips holding the sword trembled slightly, and Feng Que had already taken off. The small unhindered pierced Mu Shuliang's shoulder, Mu Shuliang took a few steps back, the dust under his feet was lifted, and in a daze, he had already covered his chest and coughed again.

Mr. Baili lived outside the crowd, turned his hand towards the person in the center, and said coldly: "The real sword is false, the virtual sword is real, I have already found out the tricks of your two swords more than ten years ago, and now that I control Fengque, what else can you do?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the silver sword that had fallen to the ground, and one of the men understood what Mr. Baili meant, picked up the silver sword, and handed it to Mr. Baili.

Mr. Baili held Feng Que in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and said lightly: "This sword is still a dead thing in the end, and it can't be compared with Yunhua." ”

Between his words, a spiritual power suddenly spit out from his palm, only to hear the sound of "click" faintly, the silver sword light dimmed instantly, and after a while, he saw the lines on the sword body in all directions, and between the wind, Mr. Baili lowered his hands, and he saw that the powder was scattered, and the silver sword was long gone.

Mu Shuliang held on to the injury, staggered and stood up straight, covered in blood, and the blood kept falling to the ground, but he didn't seem to care, looking at Mr. Baili with a pale face, only at the moment when Fengque was shattered, his eyes changed slightly.

Mr. Baili didn't let go of his momentary change in expression, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If I shatter the Yunhua Sword, how will you fight me?"

Mu Shuliang's lips pursed slightly, but he blinked and laughed again, the Yunhua sword hung beside Mu Shuliang, as if he felt the disappearance of the blade, and the sword body kept trembling, making a sharp buzzing sound, and the sound was piercing.

"Who says I don't have a third sword?"

His voice was light, but he was unquestionably calm.

Someone in the audience frowned, and everyone shot again under the signal of Mr. Baili, this time, facing Mu Shuliang with one person and one sword, the move was even more ruthless!

The moment everyone came, Mu Shuliang's scabbard was still in his hand, but he stood in place and looked at everyone as if he had lost his strength, without the intention of dodging.

He lifted his eyes and looked into the distance.

In the distance stood Mr. Baili.

The eyes of the two intertwined in an instant, one was calm and indifferent, the other was silent and introverted, both speechless.

However, in the midst of this silence, Mr. Baili seemed to see the smile in Mu Shuliang's eyes.

Mr. Baili put his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent, but he had already grabbed a few silver needles in his palm, he dragged the silver needles with ten fingers, the knuckles were white, seeing Mu Shuliang's smile, he suddenly had doubts in his heart, and before he could speak, an instinctive sense of vigilance suddenly rose, his face was slightly pale, his chest moved, his eyes were down, and he soon found the clue.

Mu Shuliang's scabbard was still in his hand.

Since Fang Cai, although he has not seen it used, he has always held it in his hand and never let go.

Now, the opening of the scabbard, far away, is facing Mr. Baili.

The black hole was pointed at him, as if some sharp blade was about to break through his chest.

Mr. Baili suddenly felt a chill in his back and tensed all over, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly took a step back and shouted loudly to everyone in the battle group in front of him: "Be careful!"

His words were like opening some kind of shackles between heaven and earth, and with this exit, a majestic purple thunder suddenly exploded on the top of the mountain, and the purple thunder started in Mu Shuliang's sword scabbard, and fell outside the boundless night, like a sword that opened the world, separating the entire mountain top into two worlds.

In an instant, the purple light fell, and dozens of people who had just surged around Mu Shuliang had disappeared into the earth-shattering purple light.

Mu Shuliang was still standing in place, his figure was crumbling, the blood in front of him was like a red plum blooming, but he never fell, his eyes still fell on one place, and since that person appeared, his gaze never moved away.

The yellow sand and stone in front of him were set off by the purple light that had just set off a huge tunnel, which extended from under his feet and disappeared in front of the man in sight.

Mr. Baili's hand was still in the air, and he didn't have time to put it down.

His lips were pale, there was fine sweat on his forehead, his eyes were shocked or frightened, fierce or resolute, staring straight at Mu Shuliang, and it took a long time before he finally put his slightly trembling hand back behind him, and said in a dumb voice: "This is also a sword?"

He didn't move forward, nor did he retreat, his eyes were fixed on Mu Shuliang, looking at this opponent who had been fighting with him for many years. Only he knew that if he didn't take that step back, if he took a slower step, then maybe he would disappear into a cloud of green smoke like those who were taken away by the purple light.

He expected everything about Mu Shuliang, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a trick.

Fortunately, this trick was still broken by him.

He had a strange feeling in his heart, seeing Mu Shuliang holding the Yunhua Sword, he finally couldn't support it anymore and knelt on the ground, his body trembled slightly and coughed up more blood, and finally sank his face as if he was relieved, and said slowly: "It's a pity, you can't use the next sword." ”

This statement is very certain.

Mu Shuliang was already at the end of his strong crossbow, and Fang Cai's sword had exhausted all his mind, and everyone could see that it was impossible for him to make another sword.

So under Mr. Baili's gaze, everyone approached Mu Shuliang again.

The Yunhua Sword emitted a dangerous sword sound on Mu Shuliang's side, as if it was warning something.

However, without the Yunhua Sword controlled by Mu Shuliang, it would not even be able to enter the eyes of everyone in the Ten Continents.

Mr. Baili watched this scene and knew that today should be the end of the day. Mu Shuliang used the strength of the Zixiao Realm to fight with the masters of the Ten Continents until this time, injuring him more than a dozen people, and killing dozens of people with the purple sword, which was already a terrifying combat power.

Fortunately, this man is finally going to die.

But Mu Shuliang, who was surrounded by the crowd, held the Yunhua Sword in one hand, but suddenly raised his head.

He was in a mess, his front was covered with blood, his face was as white as paper, and he was so weak that he only had one breath left, but he raised his head and looked at everyone with clear eyes, but he couldn't help but pause.

No one has forgotten Fang Cai's terrifying sword.

Mu Shuliang got up again, his steps were vain, and he seemed to be about to lose the sword in his hand, but he didn't retreat, he coughed lightly and said, "Who said I can't use the next sword?"

"If I can have one sword, I can have a second sword, and I have ten million swords. The sound of the sword rose again, Mu Shuliang's hand fell on the scabbard, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still want to try?"

Silence again.

Then there was the sound of footsteps.

Mr. Baili walked out from behind the people, his face was condensed, but there was a sharp aura hidden between his eyebrows, he stepped forward, walked in front of everyone, and said calmly: "I want to see how you can use these ten million swords." ”

As he spoke, his fingertips glowed with silver, and he was ready to make a move.

He believed in his own judgment, and it was impossible for Mu Shuliang to use his sword again.

Mu Shuliang didn't make a sound, there was a thick tiredness and tiredness between his eyebrows, but there was still a shallow smile on his lips, as if there were thousands of troops, and he was not moved.

He didn't draw his sword.

Whether there are thousands of swords or not, only he knows, but now he has no way to make any more swords, Mr. Baili knows.

It's time for it all to end.

But at this moment, the sand and gravel on the ground suddenly trembled, countless dust stirred, and an extremely subtle, sharp and strange sound suddenly came from below the cliff. It is like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, the ten thousand poles are tilted, and tens of millions of fallen leaves are scattered and trembling at the same time.

Behind Mu Shuliang was the cliff, and he turned around to take a look.

The people of the ten continents gathered in front of him, and they were awe-inspiring.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, but there was a smile on his pale face.

"My sword has arrived. He said.

The wind passed, and the voice was scattered with the wind.

Then a golden light suddenly rose from the huge pit at the bottom of the cliff behind him, like a waterfall, blooming from behind him, he stood in front of the light, his body was long, his clothes were flying, and thousands of fine golden rays fell to the earth like meteors, splashing with soaring fire and green smoke.

It's like a firework blooming, and it's bright in an instant. 166 Reading Network