Lin Muyang initially comprehended the divine meaning of the one-word gun, and immediately showed his might.

The two first-level cultivators on the opposite side were both overjoyed after seeing Lin Muyang injured by a sword and a sword, thinking to themselves, this guy turned out to be a guy who had just become a cultivator, and he hadn't yet comprehended the divine intent of martial arts, as long as he used a little more divine intent, he would definitely be able to take down this guy.

The two first-level cultivators were thinking like this in their hearts, and as soon as they succeeded, their confidence soared, just when they were about to increase their divine power by a few more points, increase their divine consciousness by a few points, and want to kill Lin Muyang with one breath.

The two first-level cultivators who originally just felt that Lin Muyang's iron spear was just dangling in front of their eyes, at this moment, they actually seemed to be in the infinite shadow of the gun, more precisely, at this moment, they were completely shrouded in the infinite shadow of the gun, which felt like a naked person, in the cold wind of hunting, making people's skin feel bursts of tingling.

The two first-level cultivators were shocked, they didn't expect that Lin Muyang would suddenly use the divine intent of a one-word gun.

Countless gun shadows attacked them like bursts of turbulence, and for a while, they couldn't distinguish that some of these gun shadows were tangible gun shadows, and some of them were invisible gun shadows.

The two first-level cultivators who were attacked by the spear shadow turbulence could only wave their swords indiscriminately to block the spear shadow turbulence that was attacking, obviously, they couldn't stop the attack of Lin Muyang's one-word spear divine intent at all.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the two first-level cultivators were injured by the turbulence of countless tangible spear shadows, and their blood flowed all over the ground, they were still dying, Lin Muyang saw this, his confidence suddenly increased greatly, his heart moved, and the divine consciousness of the one-word gun also increased a lot, and in an instant, the two first-level cultivators seemed to be in the midst of a violent wind, and the turbulence of the spear shadows suddenly became more violent.

The two first-level cultivators felt as if they were on a cliff full of gangfeng, this gangfeng was like a sword, constantly hurting their bodies, and it didn't take long for them to die in the attack of this gunlike wind, and at the last moment of their lives, they only saw that there was a spear, which was rapidly stabbing towards their hearts, and then, they didn't have it, and they had no life.

The three second-level cultivators were fighting with the third-level cultivators at the moment, and Bai Ri's injuries were even more serious, Lin Muyang's side, he had already used the divine intent of the one-word gun he had just comprehended to kill the two first-level cultivators, and at this time, it was the time when he was most proud.

Seeing that the three second-level cultivators couldn't attack for a long time, they also quickly joined the battle circle.

Lin Muyang held the iron spear in his hand, and the divine intent of the one-word gun quickly enveloped the third-level cultivators, and the third-level cultivators suddenly felt enveloped by a burst of gunshots.

However, Lin Muyang suddenly felt that his one-word spear divine intent was not as smooth as dealing with a first-level cultivator, at this moment he was facing a third-level cultivator, this third-level cultivator just smiled coldly when facing Lin Muyang's one-word spear divine will, only to see him punch like the wind, three or two circles, and the shadow of the spear that Lin Muyang's one-word spear divine will was transformed into an instant shatter, and Lin Muyang was instantly affected by the collapse of his divine will, and was shocked several feet away.

Then he saw this third-level cultivator quickly attacking Lin Muyang, his mouth was full of contemptuous sneers, and said, "With a secret, a small first-level cultivator also wants to hurt me, it's just looking for death." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the third-level cultivator smashed an iron fist towards Lin Muyang's face, and before the fist arrived, Lin Muyang had already felt a death-like suffocating feeling, and what was even worse was that Lin Muyang only felt that he was shrouded by countless iron fist shadows at this moment, and among these countless fist shadows, he couldn't tell for a while, which one was the visible fist shadow, and which one was the invisible fist shadow.

Compared to Lin Muyang's panic at the moment, the three second-level cultivators were even more frightened when they saw this at this moment, because they knew that the punch of the third-level cultivator was by no means an ordinary punch, and if this punch continued, Lin Muyang's head would have to burst.