"Black killing?" Li Muyang was overjoyed in his heart, and finally came a guy with enough weight, he laughed and said, "Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Jin Yuzhen once talked in detail about the famous demon path monks in Daze Country, which focused on the black killing, a demon path killer organization.

The most prestigious of the Jindan Realm monks is Li Jinsheng, Lin Hui, who commanded the puppets of thirty-six people, and He Qidao and He Budao combined, and only in a special environment can they be compared with Li Jinsheng.

For Li Muyang, Li Jinsheng is just a defeated general, and he has died thoroughly, the only pity is that Li Jinsheng's head was not left in exchange for the reward of the sect.

In addition to the killers of the Jindan Realm cultivation, the mainstay of the Black Killing is actually the Yuanying Realm monks, among which there are three people in the early stage of the Yuanying Realm who are quite well-known among the Demon Dao monks, Iron Robbery, Residual Sword, and Wind Breaking Knife.

The Wind Breaking Knife Feng Wuming is among them, and he is also a well-known guy among the Demon Dao monks of Daze Country, so he should know the inside story of Daze Kingdom's Demon Dao well.

Li Muyang regarded Feng Wuyang as his prey, and Feng Wuming didn't take Li Muyang as his prey.

He wanted to stab the arrogant old guy in front of him, but he didn't expect that Li Muyang, who was also a demonic spiritual cultivator, could easily block his knife.

Although he didn't go all out, Li Muyang's strength still surprised him a little, a spiritual cultivator who hadn't broken through to the Spirit Venerable Realm could be so strong?

He snorted coldly, his legs squatted slightly, his hands were quickly pushed forward in a spiral form, the black light on his eyebrows and hearts was shining, and the black mist around his body was even thicker.

"Buzz!"

The Wind Breaking Knife quickly expanded, turning into a giant knife two feet long, and its momentum became even more powerful, and the sword shone brightly, and it slashed down suddenly.

Xiao Hei had just resisted the Wind Breaking Knife, and he was completely relying on the strength of his own Spirit Master Realm peak cultivation, which made Li Muyang look relaxed and at ease.

However, once Feng Wuming became serious and relied on Xiao Hei's strength to compete, he suddenly became very reluctant.

Trying his best, he could only be forced back a little bit, and the entire blade of the Nine Demon Dragon Knife made a creaking sound, as if it would be cut into pieces by Feng Wuming's sword at any time.

"Psychiatrist!"

The golden light in Li Muyang's eyes flashed, and two frightening needles appeared in front of Feng Wuming like a teleportation.

Feng Wusheng was shocked, if it weren't for the faint black mist in the Doubao Building at this time, although the golden light of the Soul Needle was small, it was extremely eye-catching, I am afraid that he would not be able to find the Soul Needle, and he would have been hit.

Even so, he didn't have time to keep the Soul Needle out, and he only had time to urge the spirit infant sitting upright in the spirit platform to hurriedly prop up the protective light shield.

"Ahh

Despite being on guard, Feng Wuming's soul was still unscathed, only to feel a sharp pain in his brain, and his eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a miserable scream.

But before he could relieve the pain, a little golden light in the black mist was like a star in the long dark night, carrying an indestructible sharp sword qi, rushing towards his face.

Feng Wuming's eyes widened, he was shocked, and his heart suddenly retreated, this old guy was definitely not a demon monk.

Daze City, and even Daze Country have been facing a great enemy in recent days, and from top to bottom, almost all of them have gone underground, isn't it because Feng Xian'er of Taiqing Dao Sect has to come to Daze City to eliminate demons!

This old guy may be one of Feng Xian'er and his party!

Feng Wuming immediately made a decision, and as soon as he raised his hand, a dark ghost-faced shield grew from nothing to block in front of him.

As soon as his body turned, he had to leave from the eleventh floor and return to the underground as soon as possible, and he must not be caught by Feng Xian'er and the others to find any clues about the existence of the dungeon.

As for whether those few points of golden light could break through the defenses of the Ghost Face Shield and continue to pose a threat to him, he didn't care at all.

He is a Yuanying Realm monk, even if he fails to successfully take Li Muyang, he still has this bit of confidence, he wants to leave, here, no one can stop him.

"Whew!"

As soon as he turned around, he heard a piercing sound, and his chest ached, and the mental connection between him and the ghost mask shield he had just sacrificed was completely severed.

How is this possible!

The Ghost Face Shield is a mortal-level four-grade spirit treasure!

He worked hard for a hundred years to improve from a mortal-level third-grade spiritual treasure to a fourth-grade spiritual treasure!

At the same time as Li Muyang cast the Soul Needle, he urged the Golden Dragon Sword to split into nine, and stabbed Feng Wusheng behind the Soul Needle.

Seeing that the Soul Needle did not work obviously, Feng Wuming waved his hand and sacrificed a dark grimace shield, Li Muyang's eyes flashed with golden light, his hands changed, and he drank softly.

"Hey!"

The nine points of golden light instantly merged into one, and turned into a golden light giant sword, tearing apart the ghost shield with a fierce blow.

He laughed and said, "Since you're here, let's fight it out!"

Feng Wuming's eyes were gloomy, and by accident, he actually fell into a dilemma.

He turned around and faced Li Muyang again, he was really not sure that he would retreat under the lock of the Golden Dragon Sword.

The Spirit Venerable Realm spiritual cultivator, which was equivalent to a Yuan Infant Realm cultivator, was actually forced into a dilemma by a spiritual cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Master Realm, and as soon as he fought, he was destroyed by a mortal-level fourth-grade defensive spirit treasure.

This is simply a great shame for Feng Wuming, who has always boasted of being a genius of the Demon Dao.

But he didn't dare to be careless at all, not to mention that Li Muyang's spiritual cultivation strength far exceeded the strength of the peak spiritual cultivation of the ordinary Spirit Master Realm, just to say that this strange sword and sword completely confused Feng Wusheng.

The knife was as black as ink, and at first glance it was a demonic spirit treasure, and the aura that escaped turned out to be pure true demonic qi.

Although he was defeated and retreated, he temporarily resisted his windbreaker.

The sword, the golden light shone, and the spiritual pressure and aura emitted made Feng Wuming's heart tremble, and the demonic qi as black as ink seemed to meet a nemesis, and automatically retreated.

If it weren't for that, even if the Golden Dragon Sword was of a higher grade, he wouldn't want to easily destroy his ghost shield!

However, in the world, how could anyone be able to bring together the way of immortals and demons so perfectly?

Feng Wuming was uneasy in his heart, his eyes were gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "You, who is it?"

Li Muyang laughed, pulled his beard, and said arrogantly: "It's nothing more than Feng Wuming, who is famous in black killing!"

"My subordinates are defeated, what qualifications do you have to ask my uncle where I came from!"

Feng Wuming's eyes froze, and the murderous aura that had just been restrained rose again, in the Demon Dao of Daze Country, he was also a death-like figure, even if he was a well-known Demon Dao monk, he would be frightened and panic all day long when he heard his name.

If it weren't for the fact that this was an extraordinary time, and the king strictly ordered, how could he retreat at half, and he would inevitably fight with Li Muyang endlessly.

His eyes were like lightning, the cold light surged, the corners of his mouth hooked, and his words were sarcastic, and he said: "Little Spirit Master Realm, you actually uttered wild words? If you don't use external force, with you, this seat can be slashed with a knife!"

Li Muyang looked left and right, and said with a surprised expression: "You guy, when did you see Lao Tzu with the help of external forces?"

"You killed Feng Wusheng in a dignified manner, it turned out to be a cowardly and quibble, it was really an eye-opener for Lao Tzu, and the black killings turned out to be such goods!"

Feng Wuming subconsciously glanced upward, and his momentum couldn't help but decrease a lot, this time the king was very solemn, because Feng Xian'er and the others not only had their own talents, but also the existence of a protector.

He originally thought that what he was going to kill this time was just a monk who had accidentally broken into Daze City and cultivated the Demon Dao Exercises.

In that case, even if it was a Yuanying Realm cultivator, for him, it would only be a matter of being able to catch it.

However, a guy who can compete with him with a spiritual master realm cultivator can hardly be an ordinary monk without a background, and it is very likely that he is a disciple of the Taiqing Dao Sect Tianjiao who entered the Daze Kingdom with Feng Xian'er.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little creepy, lest a thunderbolt fall from the sky and he would lose his life in a daze.

The murderous aura he had just released quietly reined in, slowly retreating step by step, as long as he retreated to the top of the stairs, his chances of leaving safely would be greatly improved.

How could Li Muyang let him go, the golden light flashed at the eyebrows and souls, and the golden dragon sword light shone, slowly moving forward, locking Feng Wuxing with all his strength, as long as he relaxed a little or accelerated the speed of leaving, he would immediately launch a thunderous blow.

Dealing with the spiritual cultivation of the Lingzun Realm, Li Muyang has a certain advantage in exercises and spiritual arts, and naturally restrains the demonic Dao exercises, but after all, he is a big realm.

Rushing out of the sword, there will be a big flaw, giving Feng Wusheng a chance to escape safely.

Once the Spirit Venerable Realm spiritual cultivator fled with all his might, it would be difficult for him to stay behind.

Therefore, the Golden Dragon Sword maintained its oppression of Feng Wuming at any time, so that it could exert its greatest power, so that Feng Wuming of the Spirit Venerable Realm would not dare to turn back.

It's just that maintaining the strongest power of the Golden Dragon Sword is also quite consuming spiritual power, and once Feng Wuming retreats to the staircase, the chance of leaving safely will also increase.

There is not much time left for Li Muyang, Feng Wuming is in a dilemma, Li Muyang is not facing a test.

Li Muyang smiled indifferently and walked forward slowly, the Golden Dragon Sword forced Feng Wusheng's person, and the Nine Demon Dragon Sword resisted Feng Wusheng's knife, but he had other means.

"Whew!"

Passively waiting for the enemy's mistake is not Li Muyang's style, he roared angrily, the golden light shining all over his body, the scales and phantom claws, his feet stepped on the ground, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Feng Wuming seemed to see the opportunity, and immediately turned into a cloud of black mist, and even his Wind Breaking Knife was not recalled in time, and immediately flew downward.

As long as it takes a little time, his speed can be accelerated to the extreme, whether it is Li Muyang or his Golden Dragon Sword, don't think about threatening him at all.

At the same time that Feng Wusheng turned into a black mist, the Golden Dragon Sword once again split into nine, chasing after Li Muyang's shining golden body, and pounced on Feng Wusheng.

"Bang!"

"Wow......"

Feng Wuming's eyes widened, looking incredulous, how could this be possible?

His hands trembled, his arms were in pain, if he hadn't blocked Li Muyang's fist in time, he would have been injured just now.

But how is this possible?

He looked at Li Muyang, who was standing at the top of the stairs, and then looked at where he was standing, what was this special...... How did he get stuck inside the eleventh floor?

At that moment, he was about to leave the eleventh floor, and he immediately got the opportunity to leave the Doubao Tower, but it seemed that there was suddenly a sun in front of him, shining and hot.

He couldn't help but pause in the air, and as soon as he propped up the protective shield, he was shattered by a punch, and his instinctive arms crossed in front of him.

And then, here he was.

But how could this guy be so fast?

Li Muyang stood at the top of the stairs, feeling a pity in his heart, just now, he could have taken down Feng Wusheng, who was caught off guard, in one fell swoop.

However, his physical injuries had not yet fully recovered, and the forcible urging could not support him to complete the fierce battle.

He swallowed the blood that surged up from his mouth again, and the nine points of golden light transformed by the Golden Dragon Sword flew cross-flying in the air, following a certain law, sealing all the retreats of Feng Wuming.

Li Muyang grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, and then the golden light on his body shone dazzling again, turning into a golden light, and pounced on Feng Wusheng again!

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