Mu Qing stood up, the shield flew up from the ground on its own, surrounding him, and the shield that was originally shrouded around the two of them also disappeared, and the long sword pointed at the monk holding the spear, and said indifferently: "I will use this sword to take your head." ”

The spear monk has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a snow-white robe, quite a Confucian general's demeanor, at this moment being provoked, he is not angry, the spear is raised, pulls out a beautiful spear flower, and makes a gesture of meeting the enemy with all his might.

The sword and shield in Mu Qing's hand have a rather peculiar attack method, at first glance, it seems that he has been using the shield to block the attack of the spear, but if you look closely, you can see that the strange soft sword in his hand is constantly looking for opportunities to attack the gun-wielding monk from various tricky angles.

The poor gun-wielding monk's marksmanship was wide open, and he was actually restrained by Mu Qing's strange combination of weapons, and it didn't take long for the gun-wielding body to have a lot of scars, but unfortunately, the gun-wielding monk was also cautious, and he was never injured to the critical point.

Although Wu Ming had no way to summon a machine spirit to assist him in the battle, Mu Qingdu had already thrown an olive branch, and he couldn't really watch the other party fall into danger.

Even if he didn't have a machine spirit, he himself was still a cultivator who broke through the realm, carrying a long sword and stepping on a phantom step, heading towards the cloaked monk, so far, two people had died, one died under the sneak attack of the crossbow arrows, and the other died under the sneak attack of the throwing knife, if no one controlled these two people, it would be a threat to everyone.

This cloak monk is really evil, I don't know if it's because of the cloak or because of the exercises he practiced, the whole person is erratic, sometimes Wu Ming obviously sees that he has attacked the other party, but the other party's body will immediately disappear and appear somewhere else.

If it weren't for Wu Ming's rich combat experience, he would immediately be on guard as soon as the other party made a move, and it is estimated that he has already poked several flying knives on his body now, and gradually, Wu Ming also discovered that the other party's machine spirit did enhance part of his ability, but other abilities were not affected.

For example, this cloak monk, his original cultivation was to break through the reality realm, and after having the cloak, his speed increased a lot, so that Wu Ming couldn't keep up with his pace at all, but the opponent's strength did not increase much, and he still stayed at the strength of the reality breaking realm.

In this way, as long as Wu Ming does a good job of defense, he can be undefeated, or, if he finds a way to make the other party unable to run, he will have a chance to kill this guy.

Mu Qing and the spear-wielding monk over there were already pale faces, and they all seemed to know that it was already the end of the crossbow, which was why Mu Qing didn't want to get out alive at all, his injuries were too serious, and he had not effectively treated the wounds, although he wrapped them in cloth, but the blood still kept flowing.

Coupled with the repeated battles, the blood flowed even more, even if he won everyone in the end, there was no way to save himself in a short time, and he would definitely die.

After blocking the flying knife with a sword, Wu Ming turned around and shouted to Mu Qing: "Mu Qing, you protect me from being harmed, I'll clean them up." ”

Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe it a little, but he still quickly did it to his side, raised the barrier, and clenched the long sword in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

Wu Ming made a desperate bet, closed his eyes tightly, and stabbed the sword into the ground with both hands, at the same time, with him as the center of the circle, a cold wind whistled by, and ice picks grew from the surroundings, and spread towards the surroundings at a very fast speed, Mu Qing looked at the scene in front of him incredulously, as if he didn't believe that he could use such a martial art.

Mu Qing was still thinking about whether Wu Ming could use such a martial art, but the others present were like a great enemy, each of them was quickly retreating, wanting to stay away from those ice picks, the room space was limited, and they were quickly forced into a desperate situation.

The spear-wielding monk shouted, and with a swing of the spear, he cut off all the ice picks in front of him, and then the spear stabbed and attacked Wu Ming directly, the cloaked monk was not to be outdone, he turned around, waved the cloak on his body, and suddenly dozens of flying knives came out, which was bound to be fatal with one blow.

The monk with the double sword and the monk with the crossbow who were originally fighting also stopped with interest, and shot at Wu Ming in unison, the crossbow monk held the crossbow in one hand and the crossbow body in the other, and the arrows were scorched with flames, and the ice picks melted everywhere they passed.

The double-knife monk was like a swimming fish, avoiding ice picks one by one, the blade was pointed directly at Wu Ming, killing in all directions, only Mu Qing smiled bitterly, although his turtle shell was hard, but in the face of the full force of the four people, he would definitely not be able to hold it, this is over, he and this unlucky guy will die here, and he will not say anything.

When it was too late, I saw Wu Ming suddenly open his eyes, and there was only a snow-white in his eyes, but there were no pupils, and the ice picks on the ground suddenly grew three feet long, and the spear-wielding monk and the double-knife monk were stunned, and even the flying knives and feather arrows in the air slowed down a lot.

The long sword pulled out of the ground, the ice pick broke inch by inch, turning into ice spikes hanging in the air, between Wu Ming's spins, the long sword drew a one-and-a-half-moon trajectory, and the ice spikes burst out suddenly with this action, and suddenly, the entire room was filled with ice mist.

Wu Ming sat on the ground weakly, the blow just now used up 90% of his aura, and the remaining 10% was used to prevent accidental discoveries, so he used his strongest Ice Splitting Kill.

The flying knives and arrows in the air have arrived, but they have all been blocked by Mu Qing, looking at the surrounding scene, Mu Qing turned back to Wu Ming and said: "I'll just say that you guy is hiding deeply, and he still hides such a strong move." ”

Wu Ming raised his head, and before he had time to say anything, he saw that the soft sword in Mu Qing's hand moved, and it actually stabbed straight at him, and sure enough, there were no good people in this group of people, so he started directly while he was talking, fortunately, he still had one hand, otherwise he would have capsized in the gutter.

The long sword was raised and aimed directly at Mu Qing's heart, and the opponent's forward stabbing action was unavoidable, but when Wu Ming's sword pierced into the opponent's body, Wu Ming saw that the soft sword slashed past his ear and stabbed into the throat of the person behind him.

The long sword passed through his chest, bringing out a burst of hot blood sprayed on Wu Ming's face, and in his mind, the scene of Li Qianfeng stabbing the sword into his chest appeared in front of him, and at that time, he was just like Mu Qing now, believing in the people in front of him, but they all believed wrong.

Mu Qing's body slowly slid down, and was caught by Wu Ming, blood kept bubbling in his mouth, but he was still smiling: "You bastard, do you know such a painful ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he spat a mouthful of blood on Wu Ming's chest, panting heavily.

Of course, Wu Ming knew how painful it hurt when the cold sword pierced into his heart.