"Sword up!"

Yang Muqing made a throwing motion, and threw the peachwood short sword "Suixin" upwards, only to see that the short sword seemed to split an incredible passage in the water, and rushed straight out of the pool, flying into the middle of the air, and the vibration sounded, like a crane's song.

"Boom—"

This sword roar caused a thick black cloud in the sky, and it really caused a burst of thunder.

In the clouds on the horizon, there was a crane cry at the same time, like a friend to accompany him, extremely excited, and then a lightning-like white light crossed the sky, dyeing the proud "Suixin" standing in the air with a layer of dark shadow floating brilliance.

"Borrow a sword!"

After Yang Muqing stabilized the sword momentum, he doubled the speed of his rotation in the direction of the whirlpool, and threw himself out of the center of the water with the inertia of the huge whirlpool, and with a slight touch of his feet on the surface of the water, he jumped into the air to catch his sword.

"Note!"

Wuyimen has always learned a lot of miscellaneous, although it is famous for the art of the ghost road, but the art of subduing demons and fighting immortals is also good, especially after Bodhi Zi took over as the master of the door, no matter what the spells of the side door and the left way dare to practice, it is not said to be eclectic, but it can be regarded as a mastery.

This way through the killing, is the Bodhi Zi idle when there is nothing to do, specifically for the ghosts, demons, immortals of the three spells of the short and self-created, named "through the killing", although arrogant, but also show that this charm is widely used, the charm of the charm. On this path, Yang Muqing still really felt that Bodhi Zi was a genius, not only a genius, but like an old monster who had lived for a thousand years.

Seeing that the momentum of this sword is not simple, it seems that he has borrowed the power of the outside world, if he still uses his virtual body to fight against it, he will definitely steal the chicken and lose the rice, and he will be injured, and he will be injured again, and he may retreat again with his whole body, and he can't even use the original tonic technique after being seriously injured, and he doesn't know how many years he will be sealed, Qing Cang feels that the blood all over his body is surging to his head, almost to overwhelm all his sanity.

It's not that you can't wait for the next opportunity, but the opportunity to make a comeback is right in front of you, if you miss it, wouldn't you be sorry for this tonic sent to your door?

"Look for death!"

With a loud shout, there was a burst of explosion at the bottom of the pool.

In an instant, the earth shook the mountains, the water flowed retrograde, and the birds and beasts in the forest were disturbed.

The people of Xiangma Town also felt the obvious tremor, jumped up from their sleep in panic, and rushed out of the house as fast as they could, but when they told each other that "there was an earthquake!" There was an earthquake! At that time, the peace between heaven and earth suddenly returned.

The real tremor just now didn't seem to happen, as if it was just a sudden group nightmare.

"Dreaming? It's not like ......."

One by one, the people of the town returned to the house with their heads and palpitations, unable to sleep properly for a long time.

Murong Cao naturally noticed the noise, but she had been awake, and her reaction to this was relatively calm, she just opened the window and looked in the direction of Heijiaotan, silent.

Little Apple woke up directly from his sleep, a dense layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and after seeing Murong Cao's back standing against the window, he relaxed his heart a little, patted his heart, and took Murong Cao's hand with anxiety.

"Brother, why haven't they come back?"

"It's coming."

Murong Cao touched the necklace he had put on again, feeling the heat conveyed by the purple spar, soothing the little apple and himself.

"Bang-"

Yang Muqing's menacing earth-shattering sword was snatched by Qing Cang with both palms, and he was shot down to the bottom of the pool with another palm, suffering a lot of internal injuries and spitting out a lot of blood.

"Whose sword did you borrow?"

Qingcang forcibly broke through his seal, and the real body and the virtual body have been merged into one, and at this time, the appearance of the immortal has been temporarily restored, and it is no longer the previous monster image, nor is it the image of a half-human and half-Jiao, but a handsome and sturdy good body, and it can even be called a little charming.

It's just that he doesn't have much time, once the time of the three incense sticks passes, if he can't swallow Yang Muqing and restore his strength to the peak state, he will be beaten back to his original form by the three heavenly thunders, and the thousand-year-old cultivation will be ruined.

"Knowingly asked."

As soon as Yang Muqing said a few words, a lot of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, he didn't care about wiping it with his hand, and once again put on a fighting posture.

"Sure enough, it's him, sneaky, what's the matter if he doesn't show up?"

Qingcang expressed a strong disdain for the person who was secretly dealing with him, that old boy was really afraid of death, if it was here, he would just kill the two of them together.

"Don't talk nonsense, fight again!"

Yang Muqing's own little fighting spirit has been all provoked, he has never been competitive, and he has always been grateful for the ruthless and brave things, Bodhizi has always been very annoyed by his tepid temperament, but as a strong young man, encountering this real battle, it will still inspire a long-lost competitive spirit from the bottom of his heart.

What's more, he can't lose, he can't let Bodhi Zi see jokes, and he can't disappoint Murong Cao.

"If you want to find death, I will fulfill you, for the sake of you being a man, I will enjoy your flesh and blood."

Qingcang spread out his palm, collected the water of the cold pool and condensed it into two spears, and threw it at Yang Muqing, who was still at the bottom of the pool.

This blow can't be dodged, and two bloody blood holes will definitely appear in Yang Muqing's chest.

Moreover, with the astonishing strength of the body of the light and half-immortal, it was impossible for ten Yang Muqing to dodge.

Hit a stone with an egg, but that's it.

However, before the smug smile dissipated, the twin spears he threw were thrown into the air, and Yang Muqing in front of him was gone.

Just as he was searching, Yang Muqing, who had used the teleportation spell, appeared behind him and used all his strength to perform the third move in the "Three Swords of Demon Suppression", "Destroy the Buddha", and came with a beautiful back attack.

"Three Swords of Demon Suppression" was given by Yuan Su, after the last desperate fight with the Musheng monk, Yang Muqing has gone to the next level, comprehended the essence of the sword move, and used it handily and powerfully.

"It's interesting, but it's not enough."

Qingcang sneered, hiding his figure as if eating and drinking tea, and easily made Yang Muqing pounce.

The aftermath of the peachwood sword cut the pool of water in two, but it failed to hurt the light cang.

Yang Muqing improvised, closed his eyes, and used his divine sense to capture the breath of Qingcang, although Qingcang recovered his body of a half-immortal, but it was sealed, and his breath was even more cold than the water of the deep pool, and it was not difficult to distinguish it from foreign objects.

Nine o'clock direction, found.

Yang Muqing still closed his eyes, held the "Suixin", and swam quickly in the direction of nine o'clock.

But the strange thing is that after swimming for about two or three minutes, he still didn't feel any resistance, and he always maintained a fixed distance from the extremely cold qi, so he never had a chance to use the sword that he had gathered momentum again.

Has Qingcang already left the Black Jiaotan?

Will Jiang Quan by the pond be in danger?

Yang Muqing was startled by this thought that came to him, and quickly opened his eyes, wanting to go ashore to observe Jiang Quan's safety.

However, the development of facts is often unexpected, and the moment Yang Muqing opened his eyes, he found that his combat experience was still insufficient, and he underestimated the cunning of his opponent.

He was in a slimy, winding passageway, dark, thicker than the darkness at the bottom of the pool.

It turned out that Qingcang used himself as bait, and with the concealment and change technique of the half-immortal, he had lured Yang Muqing into his esophagus.