Since ancient times, it is taboo to underestimate the enemy, not to mention that some people are like springs, strong when they are strong, and weak when they are weak.

Yang Muqing, who has been asking questions unintentionally and doesn't seem to be motivated, is like this.

Monk Musheng thinks that this time he is fighting a snake and hitting seven inches, and as soon as he moves in the dark chess, Yang Muqing will inevitably take care of himself, once he is upset during the battle, the two people who are not very different in ability can quickly divide one by one.

Just when the Musheng monk was sure that Yang Muqing did not dare to make a move, Yang Muqing moved.

He didn't think about it, almost out of instinctive reaction, he used Bodhi's dead face and let Yuan Su privately give him the "Three Swords of Demon Suppression".

According to Bodhizi's original words, although Yang Muqing was born with the endowment of cultivating the ghost path, his life was rough and bumpy, and he was destined to be entangled with the demon path.

The three swords of the demon don't sound fancy, but when the word "Yuan" is crowned, it has a completely different concept.

The first sword - ask the devil.

Yang Muqing's sword move was already fast, and this sword was even faster than ever, and it was aimed at Monk Musheng's left eye socket, as if he wanted to pick out his eyeballs.

Monk Musheng shouted angrily, in his opinion, this is just the dying struggle of this dead-eyed boy, with his half-demon physique, with his own force value is more than one level higher than Yang Muqing, even if Yang Muqing still follows his predetermined path, he does not take this sword to heart.

He snorted coldly, like a black eagle skimming sideways, lightly avoiding it.

Who knew that this inconspicuous-looking five-short peach wood sword was like having eyes, and the blade turned and stabbed obliquely at the right eye of Monk Musheng.

The gap between the left and right eyes was extremely small, and Monk Musheng failed to avoid it this time, and his right eye was pierced in one fell swoop, and the strange thing was that it did not splash blood or slurry, but as the peach wood sword went deeper, the eyeball part directly turned into a cloud of black smoke.

Monk Mu Sheng let out a cry of pain, this sword not only destroyed one of his eyes, but more importantly, it hurt his demon path roots, just like a tire with a small hole pierced, a trace of power leaked out of the body, clearly feeling that the true element he regarded as life was gradually lost, and at the same time Monk Mu Sheng felt angry, but also gave birth to the first caution in the battle so far.

"You're a good kid, even the Yuan family's thighs are hugged."

Yang Muqing forcibly held back a mouthful of blood that rushed up to his throat and cast a second sword.

The second trick - read killing.

This sword was not an offense, but a defense, just blocking the unreasonable thunder killing move of Monk Mu Sheng.

Monk Mu Sheng clamped the thin peachwood sword with a pair of iron hands, and his arms continued to exert force, as if he wanted to break it alive.

"Suixin" let out a clear sword roar, emitting three tangible sword qi.

These three sword qi were mixed with a little demonic qi, which was actually stolen out of the power that Monk Musheng gave him.

The three sword qi passed through Monk Musheng, but it did not cause damage to his body, because the three swords that changed were not aimed at him in the first place.

Monk Mu Sheng caught a glimpse of the inconspicuous peachwood sword with dark red runes flowing, and there were not one, but several clever killing talismans, which could almost turn the tide of the battle.

Fighting against someone with a rune sword is like fighting with a group, in addition to the swordsman led by this group, there will also be characters who are good at strength, poisoning, sneak attack, seizing the true yuan, dead soldiers, etc., whether they can be used and how many points they can be used depends on the physical and mental fit between the swordsman and the rune sword.

It's just that the rune sword is a weapon that can only be driven by a sixth-level Xuanshi or above, how can Yang Muqing, who only has a fourth-level strength, be able to drive it?

Ignoring his defeat, Monk Mu Sheng stared at his opponent who had suddenly become stronger, as if he wanted to see something in this seemingly vulnerable body.

He used the "Tianyantong", one of the unique means of Buddhism, according to legend, the Tianyantong was used when the furnace was perfect, not only can identify demons and ghosts, but even see through the true body of the fairy and demon, all things in heaven and earth, everything is hidden.

Monk Musheng's Tianyantong was only a half-hanger, but it still allowed him to see a qi that had been broken through half of the shackles.

The three sword qi that roared away directly chased after the three blood-colored fierce spirits that attacked Murong Cao, and after penetrating, they instantly collapsed and disappeared into intangibility.

Murong Cao only had time to feel a few cold and cold breaths behind him, which had already penetrated into his heart, but then it was replaced by a warm breath, that kind of warmth, very familiar, very pure, just like the first rays of morning light cast on the balcony of the Soul Asking House.

Murong Cao seemed to understand something, but he didn't look back, nor did he stop, he just concentrated on blowing the soul lure, dragging the many dead spirits like marionettes to continue to move forward.

She silently thought in her heart: You will win, and I will not lose.

If this sword is used on the body of the Musheng monk, even if it is not defeated, it will definitely not be much better.

Monk Musheng cast a compassionate gaze, which made Yang Muqing secretly warn in his heart, you must know that this kind of compassion is not the kind of Buddha's vision that is compassionate to the heavens and people, but the indifference and indifference of treating all things as dogs.

Then he saw Monk Musheng burst up, and he became the height of a two-story building, and his originally thin body also became a bulging muscle, although it was a phantom that others could not see, but it was a real pressure on Yang Muqing, which would inevitably be a full blow from Monk Musheng.

The third move - destroy the Buddha.

God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

Yang Muqing is far from having the courage of Yuan Su, and this move is only a three-percent.

These thirty percent were all poured into the virtual image conjured up by the Musheng monk.

Even a three-percent sword sword shelf broke the virtual image of Monk Musheng in one fell swoop, and made him spit blood from his mouth, and his injuries were not light.

"Good, good."

The three swords of the demon are the nemesis of the demon path, and the monk Musheng is already the end of the strong crossbow when he takes two swords.

Yang Muqing knew that the opportunity was fleeting, gritted his teeth, and regardless of his own injuries, he regained the second sword of the demon.

Before the sword qi arrived, the figure moved first.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, and I will teach you next time."

Monk Musheng had disappeared and fled.