Rumble!

Dragging a light tail, the thunder blow is unstoppable!

A palm imprint on the ground, a large area of the earth sank, leaving behind a huge palm pit with a trace of thunder and lightning breath remaining!

"Dead?"

The white-clothed disciple was surprised, he didn't control his strength just now, could it be that this kid was so vulnerable and wiped out with one palm?

"Aang!"

At the moment when he was slightly stunned, a loud dragon roar, accompanied by bursts of elephant roars, resounded through the sky from the side.

I saw that at this time, Mu Feng's golden lines flowed all over his body, and he was like a golden god of war, holding a heavy sword, Ling Li's back was carved, and his murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

"It's so fast, this carving, I'm going to decide. ”

The corners of his mouth opened up a hint of curvature, and the white-clothed disciple was very confident.

"The strong man of the Martial Sect is really terrifying. ”

Mu Feng's face was full of solemnity, he wanted to cross two realms and kill this guy, but now it seems almost impossible!

Just now, the white-clothed disciple made a terrifying blow, and he only dodged it with the terrifying defense of the dragon pattern and the speed of the small eagle.

Even so, Mu Feng still felt his qi and blood rolling.

"The difference in strength is too great, and the God Killing Sword Domain is probably difficult to suppress him, what should I do?"

Mu Fengjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Boy, do you need my help?"

At this moment, in the middle of Mu Feng's sea of knowledge, a voice sounded.

Mu Feng's eyes flashed, and he asked, "How can I help?"

The voice in the sea of knowledge said proudly: "The divine power of this god can make time stand still for a while. ”

"What?"

Hearing this ability, even Mu Feng, who had the memory of a peerless ruthless emperor, couldn't help but be shocked.

Time stands still?

Although it's just a breath, you have to know that the battle between the strong and the winner is often in an instant!

Feeling Mu Feng's shock, the slightly old voice was very proud, and couldn't help but say: "That's why, I said just now, we have a chance of killing the Martial King." ”

"Of course, this has to be added to the premise that your so-called sect master will take a strong shot. ”

This kind of magical ability is simply a big killer.

Mu Feng heard of it and said eagerly: "What should I do?"

"The strength of this god is not one now, so you can only control the surrounding ten meters, that is, you have to get close to the white-clothed disciple. ”

"And, you only get one chance. Knowing the voice in the sea, he said cautiously.

"Okay, him!"

Five fingers, tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, Mu Feng's lowered eyes were full of murderous opportunities.

Glancing at Mu Feng, who was slightly stunned, the white-clothed disciple smiled: "What, boy, are you scared stupid?"

"Hehe, I advise you to be caught. Hand in your inheritance, and give me the carving, and I can spare you a dog's life. ”

"Can you really let me go?"

Trembling, Mu Feng raised his head, and there was a desire for life in his eyes.

Although he felt a little weird, the white-clothed disciple was extremely confident, what kind of storm could a little shrimp in the realm of martial arts stir up in front of him?

There was a flash of contempt in his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his face.

"Of course, I can guarantee that. ”

However, in his heart, the white-clothed disciple sneered, thinking that once he got Mu Feng's treasure, he would destroy this kid with his backhand.

Reputation? This is called a soldier who does not tire of deceit!

The white-clothed disciple was very complacent.

"Then I'll come here. Moreover, my heavy sword is of good material, and I hope to dedicate it to adults. ”

Mu Feng raised his hands without a blade and said flatteringly.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of curvature, and the white-clothed disciple kept nodding and said, "Come here, come here." ”

"Haha, you kid is very insidious, and this god likes it very much. ”

At this moment, a slightly immature voice came from Mu Feng's mind, but as if he realized something, he suddenly disappeared.

A look of doubt flashed in Mu Feng's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Little eagle, in the past. ”

Mu Feng said.

Among the eyes of the little eagle beast, there was a look of doubt, and he did not move for a long time.

When he looked at the white-clothed disciple, the beast's pupils were still extremely cold.

"Obedient. ”

Mu Feng seemed to be furious, and stepped on the back of the eagle fiercely.

At this scene, the white-clothed disciple who watched it was even more contemptuous, and shouted: "Stinky boy, be light, don't hurt my eagle." ”

Yes, now the white-clothed disciple has regarded the little eagle as his own bag.

Moreover, it seems that this eagle has a very high intelligence, and if it is the legendary spirit animal, it will make a lot of money.

The white-clothed disciple had anticipation in his eyes.

The little eagle seemed to be very reluctant, shook its wings, and kept approaching the white-clothed disciple.

In fact, he was really afraid that Mu Feng would escape in the eagle. Then he can't take off, and he will definitely not be able to catch up.

However, can you escape the monk and the temple?

So, he has always been very calm.

Whew~~

The little eagle has devoured the spirit crystal these days, and its body has become wider and wider.

Those two wings are like two sharp giant blades, invincible.

It's close.

Twenty meters!

Mu Feng calculated the distance in his heart, and his whole body tensed.

Because, at this distance, if the white-clothed disciple broke out, he was very likely to be seriously injured!

"Your inheritance of 'dragon', is it martial arts or exercises?"

The white-clothed disciple smiled lightly, as if asking casually.

Call~~

Ten meters!

Suddenly, Mu Feng's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he scolded angrily: "It's your grandma!"

Before the words fell, Mu Feng jumped up violently from the back of the little eagle, and his whole body was shocked, and the silver sword domain exploded.

"Domain?"

The white-clothed disciple had long been guarding against Mu Feng's hand, but when he felt that his body was enveloped by a 'domain', he couldn't help but be horrified.

Realm, the strong warrior king, can comprehend the peerless supernatural power!!

Once, his master had unleashed the power of the realm once.

He was inside, powerless, like fish and meat, to be slaughtered.

That feeling of despair and powerlessness still haunts him to this day.

Therefore, feeling the power of Mu Feng's domain, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Rumble!

Above the head, more than 2,000 giant tripod phantoms took shape in an instant!

The furious breath, like a giant beast roaring, rushed straight into the sky, shaking Mu Feng's sword domain with a trace of ripples.

At this time, the white-clothed disciple realized that what he was looking at was nothing more than an ant in the realm of martial disciples.

Immediately furious, not only did he dare to lie to him, but he also felt very embarrassed about his gaffe just now.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

"Ben Thunder Palm Technique - One Palm to Destroy Demons. ”

The palm was clapped, and there was a whining sound in the air, like a demon crying.

Mu Feng's face turned pale, and there was a trace of spiritual impact in this palm.

However, within Mu Feng's knowledge of the sea, the waves of spiritual power rolled, directly annihilating this trace of spiritual impact.

"If you don't make a move, when will you wait!"

Feeling the pressure of mountains and seas, Mu Feng roared angrily.

"Don't panic, boy, look at this god. ”

A slightly old business sounded, and I saw that from Mu Feng's eyebrows, a snow-white little paw stretched out and slashed into the air.

"Definitely!"

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. Even the wind in the air has stagnated.

The most terrifying thing is that the attack of destroying demons with one palm has also become like a quagmire, and the speed is extremely slow.

"Shame on you. In the midst of the sea of knowledge, the voice scolded angrily.

He was annoyed that his attacks could still move even when time stood still.

However, Mu Feng's eyes were bright, his body flashed, and he dodged the attack.

The bladeless heavy sword in his hand, surrounded by pitch-black sword light, slashed angrily at the head of the white-clothed disciple!