"Boy, how did you do that?"

Yan Liang looked at Mu Shan in disbelief and used his moves, and at that moment, the blade turned, changed to cutting, and collided with Mu Shan's blade again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The thunderous sound of "boom ......" was grand and majestic, shaking the forest birds in the distance and flying like black clouds.

Black lightning shone in all directions, and everywhere it went, the trees turned to charcoal, and the land was full of potholes and messes.

"Hmm......" Mu Shan's body swept out of the black mang, a puddle of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there were faint scorched marks on his face.

It's so weird and ferocious, and the internal organs seem to be about to be cooked.

No, no, the breath on his body is not right!

This feeling, déjà vu, is like ......, like ......

Mu Shan set off a storm in his mind, and all kinds of things he had experienced before were salvaged one by one like portraits precipitated in the years.

The trapped dragon ascends to heaven to gather wind and clouds, and crushes the heavenly palace to punish the gods!

The voice that slept in the depths of memory was once again like thunder, resounding and restraining the clouds.

"It's him...... That's right, it's him, Jiang Shiping ....... The aura on his body is the same as Jiang Shiping's. Demons! He's a demon! ”

Although Mu Shan's words were amazing, but the chaos of the scene had already reached a point out of control, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who followed Gongsun Zhan were being surrounded and suppressed by that group of uninvited guests at this moment, and life and death were at stake, and no one had extra time to express their shock.

Huh...... leaves? Am I reading it wrong?

Mu Shan was still in mid-air, but he was surprised to find that the dark green leaves, as if pulled by some mysterious force at this moment, broke away from the branches and flew towards the blue sky overhead.

Someone ......, could it be her?

Mu Shan looked at it, and the final destination of the thousands of leaves was actually a woman wearing a goose yellow dress, a tulle mask, and an orange and jade hairpin.

"Huangfu Qingmo? Could it be that this is the witchcraft of Nuwa Palace......"

Mu Shan can clearly feel that the countless green leaves, full of vitality and vitality are constantly prompted by the emperor's clear ink, which seems to be more intense in an instant, piece by piece, crystal shiny, like a treasure jade buried deep in the ground for thousands of years. Then, with the dance of Huangfu Qingmo's soft wattles, those leaves kept gathering and condensing, and thousands of rivers flowed, rushing to the pale green ball of light on Huangfu Qingmo's chest.

"Nuwa Palace, interesting!"

When Mu Shan heard the reputation, he saw that he had been facing away from them, and finally turned around leisurely at this moment, although his facial features were clear, but the pale face like a dead man gave Mu Shan a strange coldness.

"Quick, stop him!"

The people in the forest finally discovered the existence of Huangfu Qingmo, and immediately shouted and shouted, and rose into the air, intending to intercept Huangfu Qingmo.

"Bang!" Mu Shan tragically hit a big tree again, his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Mu Shan sat down on the ground, raised his head, and happened to see a hideous-looking man, seeing that he was seriously injured, he rushed towards him bloodthirsty.

"......" Mu Shan was about to get up and fight hard, not wanting that the person had just rushed ten meters in front of him, and was pierced through the chest by a sharp sword from behind, unwilling to fall to the ground.

As the man fell, Mu Shan finally saw the person who saved his life: "Xiuniang......"

"Choking ......"

"I ......, I killed someone......"

Mu Shanqiang got up on his own, limped to Xiuniang, who threw away the iron sword and was full of fear and fear, hugged her tightly with his left hand, and said softly: "It's okay......, you are also here to save me, and you killed a bad person, you should kill ......"

"When death is imminent, you still have the heart to me, boy, I can't see that you are still a merryman!"

Mu Shan's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he dragged the Xiuniang in his arms behind him, staring at his opponent with a solemn and resolute expression: "Yan Liang!" ”

"Boy, judging by the aura on your body, it seems that you are not human either, and you are guilty of working for them. I see that you are also a talent, would you like to join us? ”

"Join you......" Mu Shan's eyebrows first frowned, and then quickly rose, and his voice was stern: "Bah, who wants to join you in the same stream!" ”

"Okay, in that case......"

"If you are interested, you may wish to let me teach you your skills!"

"It's him......" Mu Shan listened to the loud and masculine voice that suddenly appeared, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked around for the owner of the voice: "There is a good show to watch now!" ”

"Whoever is sneaky, if he has the courage, he will come out, report his name, and fight me openly."

"Disciple of Xia Feng Mingxuan, Changshan Zhao Zilong!" The wind was blowing, whistling, and the sky was full of residual leaves, surrounding the handsome and extraordinary figure who was dressed in white like snow, wearing a jade crown and holding a silver spear.

Mu Shan looked at Zhao Yun, who appeared behind Yan Liang like a ghost in the distance, grabbed Xiuniang's jade-like little hand, and quickly left to the side: "Let's go, let's stay away from here, so as not to be affected by the pond fish." ”

"Where to run!" Yan Liang saw Mu Shan slipping away, and he was about to track it at the moment, but he didn't want to take a step before he could take a step, but Zhao Yun, who was already behind him, seemed to be able to shrink into inches at this moment, strangely blocking his way forward.

"Mushan, who is he? Leave him alone to deal with Yan Liang, is it okay? I've heard my master say that among the younger generation of disciples, there is almost no opponent for Yan Liang. ”

"Don't worry, no problem, I have seen his strength with my own eyes, compared to Yan Liang, it is only higher than not, especially the speed of his shots, I am afraid that there is no one in the world who is faster than him."

Mu Shan pulled Xiuniang and wanted to escape from this ominous place, but the road when he came was blocked, so he could only turn back depressedly and carefully find a place to hide.

"Wood Spirit: Spring Winding!"

Listening to a coquettish shout from the top of his head, he looked up, and saw the index finger and middle finger of Huangfu Qingmo's right hand together, holding the top of his head, the light on his chest seemed to have accumulated enough energy, and it had turned from light green to dark green.

"Sizzle......" Just when Mu Shan didn't know why, the ground under his feet shook slightly, and then it seemed that there was some life surging underground, and finally broke through the ground, arching him and Xiuniang into the air.

"Hold on." Mu Shan hugged Xiuniang tightly with one hand, and stabbed the evil spirit into the huge branch that suddenly broke through the soil on the sole of his foot with the other, barely keeping it from being thrown off the ground by the roots.

The cold wind was blowing, blowing so that Mu Shan couldn't open his eyes, and could only sense his body rising rapidly with the branches.

"Ah......" Countless frightened cries sounded in his ears, Mu Shan looked at it curiously, only to see that he was already high in the clouds at this moment, and the mist around him was misty, and he could vaguely see that countless people of all factions who had invaded Longyin Mountain were being rolled into zongzi by tree branches, and they couldn't break free, so they could only shout for help.

"The witchcraft of Nuwa Palace is really a creation that conquers heaven and earth. Mu Shan, look below, incredible! ”

Mu Shan looked in the direction of Xiuniang's finger, the ground was originally deprived of leaves, the light pole tree, at this moment is full of tender green leaves, the corpses and blood stains on the ground, all are well covered, growing dense grass, swaying slightly in the forest wind, and even small dewdrops, bending the grass stems, tumbling and sliding to the ground.

The lush greenery makes the whole valley look full of life and hope.