After all, Dong Zhuo is also a ruthless character who came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, although the situation is chaotic and dangerous, but as the commander of the Xiliang Army, instead of taking the opportunity to slip away, he fearlessly rose to the occasion and launched a fierce attack on Mushan.

The sturdy and fat body did not have the slightest dullness, one hand overturned the case, and then rose up at a very fast speed, stepped on the case, and raised the body again, like a bird soaring into the sky, the sword in his hand was huge, the cold mangs flowed, and the layers were covered, and the lines of the sword body were all outlined, like a beautiful work of art, but with a powerful attitude, a chilling hurricane was twisted, and it was slashed from a high level.

When the "Ice Spirit Jade Trail ......" Xiliang, Mu Shan had seen the strength and treachery of Dong Zhuo's move, and with the courage of the Jiangdong Tiger Sun Jian, he was still injured under this move, and Mu Shan did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

Just when the giant que in Dong Zhuo's hand was about to split Mu Shan's heavenly spirit cover, just when the cold and restrained biting cold, making all the hairs on Mu Shan's body stand up, Mu Shan's toes suddenly touched the ground, and the whole person seemed to turn into a dexterous breeze, with an elegant posture, and moved towards his side like a frightening wave.

"Click......" The ground was cut out of a huge pit by Dong Zhuo's giant que, and the rubble splashed and shot out in all directions, and a thick layer of cold ice formed near the giant pit, and the cold air hit people.

However, what really made Mu Shan care was not the gravel that passed by and shaved his cheeks secretly, but the crystal jade pieces of different sizes that were separated from the giant sword blade and suspended around Dong Zhuo's body in the shape of a jade jue, the seemingly beautiful, angular jade blocks, the hidden lethality in them, Mu Shan had already seen it with his own eyes.

"Isn't it quite arrogant, why has it become a bad thing now!"

"Dong Fatty, don't use the agitation method with me, with your ability, even if you go head-to-head, I am confident that I can cut you under the sword!" Mu Shan's figure galloped forward quickly, pulled out a long string of figures, and rushed towards Dong Zhuo like a meteor: "It's time for me to make a move, the sword swings the wind and clouds!" ”

Layers of flames burst out from Mu Shan's body, like the morning glow hanging from the sky, magnificent and beautiful. Between the surging and drowning, Mu Shan and the two sharp swords in his hands were covered together, only the sea of fire raged, like a tide!

The ancient sword warded off evil spirits, and as soon as it approached Dong Zhuo, it was like a magnet near iron, immediately attracting the dense thorns of countless cold jades around Dong Zhuo's body. However, at this moment, Mu Shan's sword aura was full of violence, as if he had also been integrated into the evil spirits, allowing those cold jades to entangle him, launching a stormy offensive without avoiding it.

The shattered jade clanged against the body protection sword qi, and Mu Shan only felt as if there were countless more drumsticks in his heart, and they kept knocking, causing his blood to speed up and rush straight to his throat, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed it back.

Some of the broken jade that broke through the sword qi either grazed his skin or pierced into his body, instantly turning into an extremely cold energy, rushing along the meridians, and even making him feel as if he was sealed under the ice abyss of the North Pole, so cold that he couldn't breathe.

However, Mu Shan still had no intention of deterring, letting a faint frost form between the tips of his eyebrows, eyes and hair, and letting the infinite cold jade keep beating his body, he persistently clashed forward, and there was nothing else in his eyes except Dong Zhuo.

In a trance, Mu Shan seemed to see Dong Zhuo's Adam's apple rise high, and then fall down quickly, as if he was secretly swallowing saliva because of fear and nervousness.

"Dong Fatty, is that all you can do?!" Mu Shan roared again, shaking off all the frost on his body, the flames around his body became even hotter, and the tip of the evil sword in his right hand had already stabbed towards Dong Zhuo's throat.

The crisp sound of "Ding ......" is like a steel needle falling to the ground, and it comes from afar.

Mu Shan, who was as violent and ferocious as a tiger, only lightly and weakly pointed at the spine of the giant sword in front of Dong Zhuo, and before Dong Zhuo could react, Mu Shan was like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, surrounding Dong Zhuo and spinning.

"Sizzle......" The divine sword officer in Mu Shan's left hand, between the movement of his figure, tightly slashed from Dong Zhuo's left arm that stood up and blocked in front of his neck, and instantly sparks flew up, accompanied by Dong Zhuo's gritted teeth and snorted, a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the wound of Dong Zhuo's left arm, ticking to the ground.

Mu Shan's Nine Xuan footwork is extremely mysterious and unpredictable, and after getting close, with his familiar sword moves, he is even more elusive, ethereal and difficult to find, turning Dong Zhuo's tricks around, and adding wounds to his body.

"Sneaking, hiding, what kind of hero, Lao Tzu is not accompanied!"

"Dong Fatty, do you think you can leave here alive!" Seeing that Dong Zhuo was just protecting the vital point with a giant que, his heavy body was like a giant bear running wildly, and he quickly charged out of the hall, Mu Shan suddenly restrained his mind of winning with skills, and the cadre in his hand changed the previous elegant and light spirit, and the momentum was like Mount Tai pressing the top, and he slashed towards Dong Zhuo's head fiercely.

"Qiang ......" Dong Zhuo raised his sword again, but this time the cadre in Mu Shan's hand was so powerful that he instantly pressed Dong Zhuo to kneel on his right knee, embarrassed.

"Woo ......" Juque has been lowered to Dong Zhuo's right shoulder, and the blade of the cadre's sword has been slashed into a slash under Mu Shan's flexible movement, and along the spine of Juque's sword, it has slashed horizontally towards Dong Zhuo's huge head.

When the "Lord ......" was imminent, a figure suddenly flew out of the hall, and shot towards Mu Shan desperately.

The guns were cold and the guns were like dragons, forcing Mu Shan to temporarily give up the great opportunity to kill Dong Zhuo and turn around to resist.

"Get out!" Hearing the voice, Mu Shan already knew that the person who came was Li Dao, the commander of the Flying Bear Army who had ambushed him in Xiliang, and in an instant, new hatred and old hatred came to his heart, and he turned around with his double sword like scissors, tightly locking Li Dao's spear, and the bullet legs under his feet were like whips, and in the crackling sound, Li Dao was kicked out at a faster speed than when he came.

Since Li Dao is here, it means that Dong Fatzi's Flying Bear Army is outside......

Time is running out, and you have to do it quickly!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Dong Zhuo taking advantage of the momentary opportunity to secretly escape from the sword of the cadre, and at this moment, he was on tiptoe, landing on the ground and running silently towards the door of the hall, Mu Shan smiled with a cat and mouse, and said coldly: "Dong Fatty, in the current situation, do you think you can escape!" Left and right is death, why not ask for a good time! ”

"Yellow Springs Ghost Mist!" Just when Mu Shan was hurrying to chase after Dong Zhuo, Li Ru's low voice suddenly sounded in the hall, accompanied by a layer of dark mist, rolling in from the gaps in the doors and windows, and along the outline of the hall, wantonly permeated.

The vision immediately became blurred, and the things in front of him were hazy, as if something was moving rapidly. There was a low and sharp roar in his ears, as if there were countless evil ghosts, lurking behind the thick ghost fog, grinding their teeth wantonly, peeping greedily, and smiling!