This white aperture is another of Mu Tianshen's skills - shield.

The double-headed blades slash at the shield with no power at all.

The catastrophe is in a dilemma at this time.

At this moment, Mu Tianshen reflexed, and a faint white light shrouded him, like a god descending on the earth.

The white light gradually dissipated, and Mu Tianshen's figure flashed like lightning, instantly moving to the side of the flow robbery.

"Bang".

The sound of blades hitting the ground.

I saw a round blade fall at the feet of the two people.

The broad, heavy sword reached the left shoulder of the man in white, only about three centimeters away from his neck.

After maintaining this position for a few seconds, Mu Tianshen removed the long sword that was pressed against the left shoulder of the Wandering Tribulation.

There were still five or six clearly visible scratches on his gray-black clothes, but the tattered clothes did not affect his calm and calm temperament at all.

He stood beside Liujiao, not embarrassed by the fight. The face was as calm and gentle as ever, without a trace of ups and downs.

Liuzheng glanced at the scratches on Mu Tianshen's clothes, and his black eyebrows were furrowed.

After fighting for so long, the scratches on Mu Tianshen's clothes did not have a distinctly visible red liquid flowing out.

It can be seen that these injuries are not deep, but only on the epidermis.

"I'm losing again."

A frustrated smile appeared on his face, but his tone was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

However, people outside the space can't hear what they're saying.

Looking at the catastrophe that was still smiling after the defeat, Shen Qing'er was incomprehensible. However, the Wandering Tribulation seemed to be more generous than she had imagined.

It was completely different from the gloomy and indifferent Wandering Tribulation I usually saw.

At this moment, he makes people feel very gentle.

Mu Tianshen withdrew his long sword and smiled lightly.

"You're a lot better than before."

"It's a pity that I still can't surpass you."

The sincerity of the smile, but the deep loss in his eyes still can't be hidden.

While he is constantly improving, Mu Tianshen is also constantly improving. Therefore, even though he has become stronger than last time, he still can't beat Mu Tianshen.

Mu Tianshen is like a mountain that he can never cross.

Even so, he still hoped that one day he would be able to cross this high mountain so that everyone could see him, instead of Mu Tianshen being the strongest in the Heavenly Machine Gate. The two of them came out of the void space, and most of the disciples looked at their senior brother, Mu Tianshen, with adoring eyes.

Mu Kuxin announced lightly: "This competition is Mu Tianshen's victory. ”

There was a cheer below.

Because there were no more disciples to dissolve, Mu painstaking asked the disciples to disband and gather in the dining room.

Perhaps because of the effort spent so much today, the disciples all ate a lot and ate very quickly.

Shen Qing'er took a shower, changed into another clean white clothes and put them back into her own world.

Because of the sudden leave, Guan Qiaoyi sent several messages to herself.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable? ”

"I didn't see you at work today and thought you were late, but the supervisor said you took a leave of absence."

At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Guan Qiaoyi sent another message.

"Why don't you reply to messages? Something can't be wrong, right? ”

Seeing the news sent by Guan Qiaoyi, Shen Qing'er felt a little guilty.

Recently, she only cares about things in the world of cultivating immortals, and except for work, she usually has no time to accompany Guan Qiaoyi.

She pressed the screen of her mobile phone and replied: It's nothing, it's just that I will go back to the house suddenly something.

There was no way to tell Guan Qiaoyi about things in the world of cultivating immortals, so Shen Qing'er could only make up a reason casually.

It didn't take long for Guan Qiaoyi to send a message to Shen Qing'er.

"It's okay, don't think too much, be happy."

Shen Qing'er's heart warmed, and a smile unconsciously spread on her lips.

There was nothing to do at home at night, so Shen Qing'er clicked on the "Guide to Cultivating Immortals".

It's been a long time since I've read this book.