The rusty sword on the plaque in Embroidery Village has not been taken away by Mu Changan, and now that the rusty sword is gone, someone must have been here and pulled out the rusty sword on the plaque.

"You stay here, I'll go in and see. Mu Changan pulled out the dragon pattern knife, greeted Song Shenxue and walked inside.

"Huh~"

A cold light shot out, and Mu Changan subconsciously felt on the side of his face, and a knife flew through his cheek, bringing up a few drops of red blood.

A rusty sword followed, stabbing Mu Chang'an in the throat.

Dancing knife pose!

The dragon pattern knife was like a floating flower, swaying, and caught this sword accurately.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Mu Changan looked at the other party with a little surprise, the blood on his face flowed downward, which was extremely scary.

Zhao Wuji held the sword in one hand, and the corners of his mouth showed a cold look: "Young man, such a ghost, is it really that the old man is afraid of you?"

When Mu Changan heard this, a mouthful of old blood almost didn't spurt out, who the wants to meet you?

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mu Changan forced Zhao Wouji back with a knife, and the long knife slashed across the night sky, slashing directly at Zhao Wouji.

Since it has met, then it is time to end the grievance.

A wisp of white mist emerged, making it so conspicuous in the darkness.

"Bell~"

Mu Changan was directly shocked away.

"Damn, how do you have spiritual power!" Mu Changan was shocked, he actually felt a powerful spiritual power from Zhao Wuji's rusty sword!

What about the depletion of spiritual energy in this world?

Why does Zao Wou-Ki have spiritual power in his body?

Zhao Wuji smiled gloomily, and another sword stabbed him, and Mu Changan resisted again, the swords were intertwined, and the white mist was shrouded.

Zhao Wouji's cultivation was obviously much higher than Mu Chang'an's, and he was beaten and retreated, and many injuries were added to his body.

Fortunately, Mu Changan could feel that there was not much aura attached to the sword, and it could even be said that it was only a little bit, and he could barely accept it, so as not to be stabbed to death by a sword.

"Attack him on the right shoulder. Suddenly, Song Shenxue, who had been silent, spoke up.

Mu Changan didn't hesitate when he heard this, and directly swept the dragon pattern three styles towards Zhao Wouji's right shoulder that was cut off.

Zhao Wuji was slightly startled, and his left sword blocked towards his right shoulder.

"Ding!"

The swords collided, and Mu Changan obviously felt that his knife had slashed forward a few points, directly causing the rusty sword to hit the opponent's shoulder.

Hard!

The dragon pattern knife continued to put pressure on the rusty sword, and the rusty sword squeezed inch by inch on Zhao Wouji's shoulder, and dark red blood flowed out directly.

Attacking the right shoulder, Zao Wou-Ki obviously couldn't use his strength!

Zhao Wouji snorted and stepped back directly, how could Mu Changan make him so relaxed, and hurriedly approached, so that Zhao Wouji couldn't get out.

The target is only one point, slashing at Zao Wouji's right shoulder!

Gradually, Mu Changan gained the upper hand.

Zao Wou-Ki was defeated and retreated, and Zao Wou-Ki's spiritual power seemed to have been exhausted, and the white mist on the rusty sword disappeared.

Zhao Wouji gritted his teeth and directly stabbed Mu Changan, taking advantage of the situation to withdraw and escape.

"Where to go!" The dragon pattern knife in Mu Changan's hand danced out of the flower, and he slashed it directly.

The dragon knife came out of his hand, like a full moon scimitar.

"Poof~"

The dragon pattern knife pierced Zao Wou-ki's back and chest, and he fell to the ground and twitched a few times, then remained motionless.

"Whew!"

Mu Changan sat on the ground, panting heavily, the blood on his face was flowing all over his face, and he didn't have time to wipe it.

"Water. Song Shenxue crawled in front of Mu Changan and handed him the water.

Mu Changan took the mineral water and poured it into his mouth suddenly.

"Goo Dong ~ Goo Dong ~ Ha ~~~"

Changha took a breath, his whole body relaxed, Mu Changan's head was dizzy, and he fell straight over.

......

When he woke up again, Mu Changan found that he had returned to the grocery store, lying on the floor in the back room, chilling.

The sky outside was already bright, and the sunlight was shining in through the gaps, making Mu Changan couldn't help but squint.

"It seems that when the body is too weak, it will be automatically sent back. ”

"Hiss~"

accidentally touched the wound on his cheek, and Mu Changan, who was in pain, gasped.

Touching his cheeks, Mu Changan hurriedly picked up a mirror to look at.

"Don't break the phase!" Mu Changan was a little worried, if he broke the phase, he would have no one to eat in the future.

A small scar on his cheek didn't look very serious, so Mu Changan breathed a sigh of relief and was relieved.

"The spiritual power in the body has been restored, and it seems to be a little more than before, could it be that the strength has improved?" Mu Changan felt the surging power in his body, and couldn't help but throw a few punches into the air.

"Popping" sounds.

'In the middle of the exercise. ’

A piece of information appeared in Mu Changan's mind.

"From the early stage to the middle stage?" Mu Changan was overjoyed, but he didn't expect that yesterday's fierce battle would actually increase his strength.

"Fighting can improve your cultivation!"

This is the conclusion that Mu Changan finally reached.

Fight, fight, fight!

Find a fight!

Mu Changan opened his storage bag and found that the dragon pattern knife was not inside.

"It's bad, Embroidery Village!" Mu Changan was shocked, and hurriedly summoned a blue circle of light and stepped into it.

The sky in the other world was also bright, Mu Changan returned to the place where he last fell last night, and lying on the ground not far in front of him was Zhao Wouji, who was stabbed to death by a dragon pattern knife.

However, Mu Changan was not in the mood to get his knife back now, but turned his head to look at Song Shenxue by the bonfire, and the person had already fainted.

ran over and leaned the person against him, patted the dirty face, and whispered, "Divine Snow King, wake up." ”

Song Shenxue seemed to have a reaction, slowly opened her eyes, felt that she was in Mu Chang'an's bad, and hurriedly struggled to push it away.

Mu Changan straightened the person, let go of his hand, glanced at the noodles in the pot on the stand and found that they had all been eaten, leaving only a little residual soup, and couldn't help but quip: "The noodles are delicious, right?"

When Song Shenxue heard this, her face instantly lowered and she didn't speak.

Mu Changan touched his nose, took out a few ham sausages and two bottles of mineral water from the storage bag, and gave a part to Song Shenxue and said, "Fill your stomach first, I'll touch a corpse." ”

Song Shenxue nodded, took the food and ate it silently, and did not ask why Mu Changan suddenly disappeared last night.

Mu Chang'an also explained, took a sip of water and came to the side of Zhao Wouji's corpse, pulled out the dragon pattern knife, and found a storage bag from his waist.

Except for the storage bag, Zhao Wouji had no other good things on him, so Mu Changan had to give up, first disposed of the corpse, and then returned to the campfire with the storage bag, dragon pattern knife, and rusty sword to sit down, trying to open the storage bag.

A faint spiritual power emerged, but it was not strong, Mu Changan moved slightly, and the spiritual power left on the storage bag by the other party was broken, and the spiritual power entered the storage bag.

The space is still only a few square meters, the height is the same as a normal house, and the ground is full of many bottles and cans, as well as some books and scrolls.

I didn't see any spiritual weapons, and it seems that he is also a poor man.

"It's still the sect master, it's fooling people at first glance. Mu Changan pursed his lips and took out a book casually.

'Second-grade martial arts: Dragon Wandering (footwork martial arts). ’

"Yes! second-grade martial arts, good things. Mu Chang'an put away this Youlong in surprise and continued to take out other books.