With Ling Zifeng's Blood Divine Sword in his hand, an evil will struck his heart, as if he wanted to control his body and refine it into a sword slave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A cold snort, it's just a remnant soul that has sealed the sword body for thousands of years, and it also wants to control my will, I have cultivated the blood nerve for more than ten years, condensed my body in killing and blood, and honed my will, just to wait for this day. As he spoke, he frantically surged towards the sword body, suppressing the evil power.

"Boy, the old man will come and test what is so special about you," Yin Mugu stood up, his thin hand clutching a three-foot pure gold short spear.

"Brother Zifeng, be careful, this is the old horseman's famous weapon: the empty gun, the one-handed empty shooting technique makes it superb. Ren Yuyi shouted as soon as he saw it.

Hehe, the little girl knows a lot, Yin Mugu smiled gloomily. The huge momentum was like a tsunami in the mountains, and the short gun in his hand brought a hissing sound of breaking the air, turning into a shadow of a gun in the sky, and at this moment, thirty-six shots were stabbed, sealing Ling Zifeng's retreat and pointing at his vital point.

At this moment, Ling Zifeng's brain is ethereal, Yin Mugu is the first master he has faced since his debut, looking at his momentum, he is even a little weaker, the slightest difference between the masters, is enough to divide the victory and defeat, life and death, not to mention that there are still a lot of opponents sweeping the formation, as long as a trace of murderous aura is released, it is enough to distract him, and he must not sit still.

The blood sword surged, the battle intent rose, Ling Zifeng ignored Yin Mugu's attack, and at the moment when he was about to hit him, his figure was like a light swallow, and he quickly rushed out of the door, covered with a scarlet blood-colored mist that pierced into the crowd, seventy-two second-hand life-killing swords, killing moves, and swords chasing souls.

Screams continued to be heard all around, and dozens of masters reacted in a hurry, turning into dead souls under the sword, stumps all over the ground, corpses riding sideways, blood gushing out, and the steps dyed crimson.

"Bastard, kill the subordinates I have worked hard to cultivate for many years, you will definitely die today......" Yin Mugu's eyes were split, watching his subordinates be slaughtered in an instant, this was the heaviest loss he had in so many years.

"Who lives and who dies, maybe it's still possible!" Ling Zifeng sneered, solved the big trouble in his heart, and he also had the strength to fight.

While the two of them were mocking each other, their subordinates kept talking, Yin Mugu spread his hands, and the short spear volleyed in the air, containing boundless murderous aura. Ling Zifeng was also not afraid, his sword aura was cold, and his momentum was unstoppable.

The air was filled with violent sounds, and the two launched a momentum attack, and the tables and chairs on the side were torn apart by the violent momentum.

Ling Zifeng would never dare to fight a protracted battle with his bones, and the depth of the opponent's skill was definitely enough to drag his internal strength to the end of his strength. And Yin Mugu, who saw his subordinates dying, could only offset the hatred in his heart by watching the other party completely die under his own gun.

Both of them have the idea of killing with one blow at this time, as long as the opponent's momentum is slightly weaker, or a flaw is revealed, the other person will make an instant move, and the winner will be determined with one move.

Between masters, the momentum competition is the most dangerous, but also the most direct means of attack, which is not only the competition of profound skills, but also the experience of the enemy, more importantly, scheming, and the latter two means, is the key to the victory or defeat, which is the depth of the skill can not be repaired.

After about a cup of tea, the two were evenly matched, and they did not show defeat at all, the wind was still the same, the sword intent was incomparable, and the battle situation was stalemate for a while.

"We can't drag it out like this, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable,"

Ling Zifeng was also a little anxious in his heart, Yin Mugu's skill overwhelmed him a little, and the other party set up several traps, making him almost fooled several times, but fortunately, every time he looked at the other party's cold gaze, he calmed down.

Must solve the situation that is unfavorable to him, Ling Zifeng thought about it, and suddenly slowed down his internal strength, letting the opponent's gun shadow fall down, Ling Zifeng did not dodge or dodge, he was shot by one side, and was pierced through his left shoulder by the tip of the gun, and the blood flowed slowly.

Yin Mugu laughed, opened and closed his hands, bullied his body, swept the wind, and launched a fierce attack.

"It's a good time," Ling Zifeng's eyes lit up, and he unfolded his body to meet him, the blood sword in his hand danced impenetrable, and both of them had murderous intent in their eyes, although they both wanted to kill each other's subordinates, they didn't dare to despise their opponents.

Bastard, Yin Mugu scolded in his heart, and the moment he made a fight, he realized that he had been fooled.

"This is simply a little fox, he played his old fox, and he was pecked by geese all day long," Yin Mugu's face at this time was as if he had eaten a dead fly, extremely ugly, and the other party's incomparable sword intent almost wanted to pierce the wind of his body, and there was a trace of exhaustion.

Seeing that he fell into the trap of the other party, his momentum weakened a little, Yin Mugu was ruthless, with a wild roar, his right hand broke the empty marksmanship, and his left hand cast a hidden housekeeper.

Ling Zifeng's expression was calm, and his sword qi was avoiding the opponent's edge, like a poisonous snake surging between the opponent's attacks, and every time he struck, it was also a killing opportunity.

Yin Mugu suddenly let go of his defense, forcing Ling Zifeng to fight hard with him, picking up Ling Zifeng's blood sword attack with one shot, and slamming his left chest with one palm, with his profound skills, even if he was injured, it was definitely much lighter than Ling Zifeng.

Ling Zifeng's sword qi swirled, as well as his tricky way, passed through Yin Mugu's right chest. In the violent internal confrontation, the two instantly switched positions, and their bodies shook violently.

Ling Zifeng's face flushed, and he couldn't control his blood pressure in a mouthful, so he came out.

Yin Mugu's injury was slightly lighter, and Ling Zifeng's sword, only a fraction of a second, pierced his atrium.

Suddenly, Yin Mugu only felt a tingle in his left arm, and when he looked down, he saw a small silver needle inserted into his arm, and a black blood line flowed up along the tendons.

Poisoned yourself, bastard, you actually cheated Yin Mugu's face was vicious, and his eyes were red and he scolded.

Ling Zifeng smiled indifferently: "It's just that I learned from you, is it good to dissipate qi?" Now are you doing it yourself, or will I give you a ride." ”

Yin Mugu exercised his skills, and indeed felt that the muscles and veins began to slowly solidify, which was indeed exactly the same as the symptoms of the lowest-level poison in the rivers and lakes, when he was poisoned by dispersing qi.

This poison contains a strong odor, easy to be noticed, so almost no one will use it, poisoning when the poison gas walks in the limbs and eight veins, although it will not kill people, but it can close the internal strength, within a few hours, there is no power to fight back.

"If you want to kill the old man, I'm afraid you don't have that ability," Yin Mugu's figure swept up like a wild goose, knocked a big hole in the roof, and flew away.