Mu Qingyang nodded slowly, pulled the reins, the official road was nearly ten meters wide, but Mu Qingyang didn't think about escaping, the world-famous Yaksha King of the Shura Country might be able to see flashing sparks in the other party's eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The first real confrontation between the king and the strange traveler Mu Qingyang was on such an afternoon.

Chopping blood with one hand, slowly getting up, the armor rubbing the rustling sound, he led the cyclomedary white camel to the official road, jumped on the horse, the silver spear was horizontal in front of the chest, the cyclomedary white camel in the same place with complicated flower steps to turn, after the circle, the cyclopedan white camel neighed gently, elegant and noble temperament is impeccable.

Arc Spin, this is the most difficult kind of honor guard step for Borneo warriors, it requires superb skills, Mu Qingyang will never think that the blood chopping is a demonstration to him, and the arc spin step is to greet the opponent and express his high respect, but then it is a battle of life and death.

Chop the blood and challenge him.

"Molu, you go first." Mu Qingyang said quietly, without any emotion leaking between his eyebrows. When Mo Lu heard this, she was beautiful, and even a syllable popped out between her lips and teeth, but she swallowed it back into her stomach alive, because she had been exposed to it since she was a child, Mo Lu knew that this indifferent man's next move was also expected, and Mo Lu obviously had no expectations for changing this kind of man's will.

She slid off the horse with Addis in her arms and slowly walked to the side of the official road, without even looking at the blood, because there was no need, this was a battle between two men, although she knew very well that if there was a chance to kill the blood, she would definitely kill their mother and son, but not now.

Mu Qingyang saw that Mo Lu didn't leave, and he didn't say anything, at this moment, he threw his whole heart into an invisible net spread by the other party.

The slashing of blood is really stronger than imagined. After he stepped on the arc spin, the silver spear with a slight oblique finger released an unreserved murderous aura, that kind of pressure, among the strong enemies that Mu Qingyang had faced, was definitely ranked in the top three, of course, it only meant in a general sense, and the so-called demon gods and the like were certainly not among them.

Under this pressure, Mu Qingyang obviously felt that his blood began to heat up slightly, and the hand holding the sword tightened suddenly.

A white dot sped to its limit after a few steps of trot, and the sudden change made it doubtful that the mount could teleport.

The original layers of coercion seemed to have expanded more than ten times in an instant, Mu Qingyang had just raised his head, and the slashing blood had rushed to the front, and the curved serpentine spear tip flickered in the scorching sun, this kind of speed was better than that of the dark elves, and the single-peaked white camel that rushed into the storm became one with the blood, and at the moment when Mu Qingyang's pupils contracted, Mu Qingyang's vision was shattered.

The tip of the serpentine spear made a swishing sound, and under the domineering power of slashing blood, the air took the tip of the spear as the origin, forming two positive and negative vortices, which made Mu Qingyang's skin painful, and his eyes inevitably closed slightly.

Mu Qingyang didn't have a shield, only a large Lulu sword, and a demonic scale armor born from his body, which was not so much equipment as a hard resistance with his body.

As for cutting blood, saying that it was a challenge, it was actually a must-kill, and he didn't mind crushing Mu Qingyang to death with equipment.

How could the nightmare allow the Dromedary white camel to run rampant in front of his eyes, hissed angrily, and pushed his head away.

Mu Qingyang's Lulu sword is also slanted at an incredible speed, Mu Qingyang is not so stupid, he uses a light sword to defend a heavy weapon, a snake picks seven inches, Mu Qingyang's sword is just cut in the weakest concave ring of the straight spear, he is confident that with the edge of the Lulu sword, he will be able to cut off the head of the spear with a sword. How can I not know how to cut blood, but this kind of charge and assault is originally relying on the indomitable momentum to oppress the enemy, and it is impossible to recover it.

What's more, he doesn't have the slightest intention of recycling.

At the moment when the sword and gun were about to touch, Mu Qingyang felt his scalp tighten for no reason.

Originated from spiritual power, relying on the sixth sense tempered by continuous fighting, the alarm was called...... For no reason!

Mu Qingyang was shocked in his heart, before he could digest the surprise, the sword and the gun had been put together, and a white light also lit up from the gun in an instant, crackling, extremely crisp, and penetrated into Mu Qingyang's body along the sword body, and after the severe pain, it was numb. "Thunder" Mu Qingyang heard Mo Lu's exclamation in a trance, and felt that his heart was stagnant for a moment, but fortunately, the surging flow of his exuberant vitality gradually offset the huge numbness......

That is, at this moment, Mu Qingyang's hunting blood flew out of his hand, and the serpentine spear also penetrated Mu Qingyang's shoulder, this shot was originally going to pierce Mu Qingyang's throat, because of the thousandth of a second when the alarm sounded, Mu Qingyang subconsciously dodged the fatal shot.

Blood spurted out along the blood groove on the body of the gun.

In the blood light, the nightmare and the single-peaked white camel also collided in one place.

The nightmare is a fierce demonic beast, but the single-peaked white camel is a strange beast, the two collided, and under the huge earthquake, Mu Qingyang was almost thrown out of the horse.

Although he was surprised by the ferocity of Mu Qingyang's mount, he was now firmly in the upper hand, the spear did not move, and he pulled out a delicate small fork from his waist with his backhand, drawing an arc of light, under the cold light, the fear on Mu Qingyang's face finally made the blood chopping couldn't help laughing, slaughtering the old enemy in front of him, that feeling, it was so beautiful!

In the midst of the miserable hiss......

The body of the slashing blood shook hugely, the single-peaked white camel suddenly launched a madness, Mu Qingyang's fist also expanded in front of his eyes, and through the smooth cover like a duck egg, Mu Qingyang hit the bridge of his nose with a heavy punch, and he felt that his eyes were black when he cut blood, and he was bumped by the single-peaked white camel, and he fell off the horse in embarrassment.

The winged helmet also rolled to the side, and the red hair was scattered, and the ugly face still maintained an unbelievable rage, but two streaks of blood oozed from the nose were somewhat ridiculous. If it weren't for the helmet's blocking, the bridge of his nose would probably be broken by Mu Qingyang's punch.

He grabbed the spear, got up as soon as he rolled over, and looked at Mu Qingyang vigilantly.

Mu Qingyang didn't look at him, he ran past the Dufeng White Camel with a nightmare, and the uninjured left hand was fished out, and the blood splashed again, the front knee of the Dutrian White Camel was weak, and he fell to the ground, and at the root of his right leg in its front hooves, a blood hole was spraying blood, which was the masterpiece of Lu Lu Jian.

Mu Qingyang himself was not comfortable, a big hole in his right shoulder was ventilated before and after, and the blood flowed turbulently, and he didn't want to be entangled with the blood cut at this time, so he quickly ran to Molu's mother and son who were waiting on the side of the road, and when they got on the horse, they galloped along the official road.

The mount's wounded slash could only watch as the nightmare went farther and farther away, gradually turning into a black dot and disappearing again......

Mu Qingyang, who had lost his demon costume scale armor, hugged his shoulders, his face was pale, and the wound on his back was pressed by Mo Lu, Mo Lu looked at the blood flowing from his fingers, and said worriedly: "Stop and rest first, if you run like this, your injuries will not heal, and too much blood loss will be life-threatening." ”

Mu Qingyang took a breath and hissed, "Do you think that the blood chopping will let us go so easily?" ”

Molu looked at the winding road in front of her that stretched to the end of the sky, sighed slightly, and said no more.

After a long time of bumping, the nightmare's physical strength was exhausted, and the three of them had to get off their horses and drill into the nearby mountains and forests, who knows how many people will be sent to chase and kill them, even if the overall situation of the king has been decided, there is no reason to cut the grass without eradicating the roots.

At sunset, when the last orange light disappears on the mountain, the night breeze also rises, and in autumn, the temperature difference varies greatly, although the day is very hot, the weather becomes cooler as soon as the sun sets.

After staggering around the mountains and forests for a long time, I found a stream.

Mu Qingyang felt as if there was a fire burning in his body, but his head was dizzy, and when the wind blew, he couldn't even open his eyelids.

The wound was not treated, coupled with a day of arduous trekking, Mu Qingyang's physical strength like the demonic beast also reached a critical point, and when he walked to the edge of the stream, he just wanted to squat down and receive some cold water to sober up, but he fell directly into the stream in the dark......

In a daze, Mu Qingyang felt that he had fallen into a furnace, surrounded by a burning world, and the scorching heat made Mu Qingyang curl up in pain and let out a low moan.

Suddenly, a bit of coldness fell into his lips and tongue, gradually penetrating his body.

Mu Qingyang opened his eyes with difficulty, and it was pitch black.

"You're awake." Molu's tired voice was filled with joy, and she took the leaves that were open to Mu Qingyang's mouth, and the leaves were dripping with water.

Mu Qingyang moved his head slightly, and there was a tearing pain, but it was much better than before, and he said in a dumb voice: "This is ...... Where, what's wrong with me? ”

Although there was no moonlight, Mu Qingyang could still see Molu's face clearly, this noble woman looked really embarrassed now, her hair was a little messy, there were still a little traces of muddy water on her face, and the thin bloodshot in her eyes made her look very tired.

"You've been unconscious for a few hours, and it's almost early in the morning, and I'm not familiar with this place, but you're still in that wood."

A few hours, fortunately, it was not a long time, Mu Qingyang felt that the wound on his body was itchy, he knew that it was new meat growing, his physique was different from ordinary people after all, such a serious injury was also an ordinary trivial matter for him.

checked his physical condition, his shirt was taken off, and the wound on his shoulder was tied with a strip of cloth, looking at the material, it was originally from Mo Lu's body, and there was a lot of green juice on his body, and the fire in the palace burned Mu Qingyang not lightly, and this juice was cool when smeared, and it had a good analgesic effect.

Mu Qingyang glanced at Mo Lu in a little surprise, as if he understood what he was thinking, Mo Lu smiled slightly: "I used to learn from teachers, I fought a lot when I was a child, and like boys, he didn't care about me, but he taught me a lot of simple wound treatment methods, which were useless for more than ten years, and my hands were a little raw." ”

Mu Qingyang could easily recognize Mo Lu's admiration and admiration for someone from Mo Lu's eyes and tone, it was hard to imagine that Mo Lu, who had always been graceful, was a boy's character when she was a child, and she couldn't imagine what kind of man could make this woman worship. Hengzhu couldn't sleep because he was uncomfortable, so he asked with some curiosity, "Who is your teacher?" ”

Mo Lu paused and said slowly: "The legendary Shura God King who came out of the abyss, Barrier Moon. ”

Ah, Mu Qingyang snorted lightly, Rao was also shocked by the word "Barrier Moon" with such a cold and quiet personality as him, Mo Lu was actually the apprentice of Barrier Moon, the real legend of the Shura Country, the undefeated God of War, the "Shura God King" Barrier Moon...... It's impossible, such a famous person, Molu is his apprentice, how can there be no news? ”

If the three kings are all newly rising myths in the army, then the meaning of the word "Barrier Moon" is no longer in the army, he is the myth of the Brahmans and even the entire continent.

Hundreds of years ago, he went straight into the abyss world alone, defeated thirteen demon lords, singled out the demon king, and was a legendary figure who once led the crowd to re-enter the heavenly realm.

Some people may say that the demons are nothing more than that, and it is not surprising that they can defeat it with the military strength of all races.

But only people who have fought on the real battlefield, such as Mu Qingyang, will understand the power of demons, yes, Mu Qingyang has constantly killed demons, but even so, Mu Qingyang can't fight against those top demon lord-level masters, not to mention demon kings like Los and the current Rong Dai, this is a fact!

Everyone deeply understands that the abyssal world where the demon is located, and the Brahmanian alliance composed of the four families bordering it, are deeply afraid that the demons will pour out of the nest and devour them again, and most of the nobles are cautiously cowering within the defense line of their own country, and it is fortunate that the demon does not take the initiative to fight, which one really dares to touch the tiger's ass.

And the Abyss Demon Realm a few hundred years ago, what is the concept, the military strength is at least ten times that of the current Borneo Continent, and the land area is at least five times that of the current one, and it is a super overlord who once surrendered the entire continent at his feet with only one step away.

What kind of concept is it that Barrier Moon can lead the uneven coalition of various races to defeat and cripple such a terrible demon legion!

It can be said that without the obstacle moon, the current Shura Realm has become the Demon Realm in the true sense, a Paradise Lost where demons dance and do not see the light of day, and a paradise for demons.

The Barrier Moon represents more than just the myth of the Shura Kingdom, all the forces in the mainland have praised the feat of the Barrier Moon Flying and leading the army straight into the underground to raid the Demon Lord Luos, and there is only one god of war on the continent, that is the Barrier Moon.

Even Mu Qingyang, a visitor from another world, was infected by mythology, he had heard of the legend of Barrier Moon more than once, and when it came to the story of Barrier Moon, he would be enthusiastic every time.

Men should be like this, it can be said that Mu Qingyang has not been excluded from life in the army, and to a large extent, he is paying tribute to the blood that men should have.

Now, Mo Lu suddenly said that Barrier Yue was her master, and Mu Qingyang only sighed softly, and his mind was calm enough.

He looked at her carefully as if he had reacquainted with her before muttering after a moment, "No wonder ......"

"What?"

Molu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she reached out to dip a few drops of water on the leaves, wiping the corners of her sour eyes.

Mu Qingyang grinned: "No wonder you can fight so well." ”

"No, it's much worse than back then." Molu sighed.

Mu Qingyang said again: "Your master is so famous, but I haven't heard anyone talk about your relationship, and I heard that he disappeared hundreds of years ago, although I don't doubt the prestige of the Moon Barrier God King among the Brahminas, but do you really make up your mind to take refuge in those nobles?" For hundreds of years, it can change anyone and everything. ”

"I believe in my teacher, even if he is no longer by my side, he will protect me." Mo Lu said calmly, but there was not the slightest doubt in her tone, she reached out and took out a small box from her arms, and inside the box was a badge, a small bronze hideous grimace!

Lifting it up slightly, a sparkle welled up in Molu's eyes.

Mu Qingyang's eyes were fixed on the object, and his lips opened slightly.

Be...... Shura Order!

The summoning order of the Shura God King, this legendary artifact that can be used to summon and command the armies of various clans!

Mu Qingyang no longer had any doubts about Molu's identity, this kind of treasure, it was impossible for the God King to hand it over to outsiders.

Although this summoning order may not be as effective as hundreds of years ago, its legend has unimaginable influence among the people, it is a symbol, a inheritance, as long as you hold this, disclose your identity, even if Molu's mother and son cannot gather the armies of all races, the nobles of all races and the descendants of those old genera will be forced to protect them by "the hearts of the people".

When he woke up in the morning, Mu Qingyang found that Molu's head was resting on his arm, sleeping soundly.

took care of Mu Qingyang until midnight last night, and talked to him for a long time, and then fell asleep unconsciously, while Ardis was crowded between Molu and Mu Qingyang, still grabbing the corner of his mother's clothes with one hand.

The itching sensation on Mu Qingyang's body has disappeared, which also means that his body has grown new flesh.

His head was still a little heavy, he got up cautiously, stood up, loosened his muscles, his right shoulder was still aching, and the bloody shot hit him hard, and it was impossible to recover so quickly. He was covered in green juice, which dried up and joined together with the blood scab, looking like a camouflage uniform in the jungle.

Kindness?

Mu Qingyang looked at the surrounding jungle and had a plan in his heart.

He didn't go to the stream to wash away the strange smell on his body, the smell of green juice covered up the smell of blood and sweat, but it was a good camouflage.

I walked around the neighborhood and came back with some more wild fruits in my hand.

Molu also woke up at this time, looked at Mu Qingyang with sleepy eyes, and her voice was lazy with a hint of early morning mystery: "Are you well?" ”

"Alright." Mu Qingyang handed her a washed wild fruit: "The situation here is unknown, so you can't make a fire to roast animal meat, so let's eat some." ”

Moluen sighed, took the wild fruit and did not eat it first, but went to the stream to wash his face, and when he came back, he woke up Adis.

The little guy was stimulated by such a way, and looked silent, but he was much better than ordinary children, after all, he was only ten years old, and if it was an ordinary person, he would have been scared silly.

A few people ate some wild fruits, Mu Qingyang looked at the sky and asked, "Molu, how did you get the juice you smeared on my body last night?" ”

"How?" Moru tilted her head.

"I'm useful." Mu Qingyang explained carefully.

Mo Lu obviously hasn't heard of anyone doing this, but Mu Qingyang does have a point, since escaping from the palace, Mo Lu's previously hidden character has gradually been exposed, she does have a woman's demeanor that is not inferior to a man, and some factors in her personality also carry the strength of a Rakshasa woman, but compared with the Rakshasa female red scorpion, the red scorpion is more wild, while Mo Lu is relatively reserved, which is related to her background.

She dug up a number of long vines in the nearby mountain forest, and the green juice was squeezed out of this vine.

Mu Qingyang crumpled the vines and began to instruct Jasmine what kind of juice to apply to his clothes.

He himself smeared this juice on Addis, and after a while, the clothes of the two people were dark green, Mu Qingyang began to smear the juice on their faces and necks again, at this time, Molu was a little unhappy, she was a woman after all, and she was a beautiful and noble woman, although this juice was cool on the skin, and it had a mosquito repellent effect, it could paint a face green, basically no woman could stand it.

Under Mu Qingyang's repeated insistence, Molu could only accept it helplessly, but Ardis finally smiled, and looked at his usually noble and serious mother with a different look.

After wiping it, Molu didn't even dare to go to the stream to take a look at herself, she whispered with some distress and worry: "Am I ugly now?" ”

If it were a different man or one of his female subordinates, Mu Qingyang would definitely think that she was hypocritical, but the other party was a nobleman, and the most unpredictable thing in the world was a woman's heart, Mu Qingyang replied against his will: "It's not bad!" ”

Molu laughed: "You really look like those hypocritical Brahlo warriors, okay, anyway, it's just a few of us now, just call me Molu." ”

Mu Qingyang should be, he circled around the neighborhood again, folded many soft branches, and then knitted three straw hats, one for each of them to wear on his head.

These techniques are very common camouflage in the human world, but when they are put here, they seem fresh and advanced, Mo Lu watched in amazement as Mu Qingyang crawled in the grass to show them how to hide their figures, indeed, as long as they are a little farther away, it is easy to be blinded by the camouflage color.

She couldn't help but exclaim: "You are such an amazing fellow, you have done such a good job in these details, no wonder you are becoming famous in the army." ”

Mu Qingyang shook his head, he knew in his heart that he was far from those legendary figures, he just learned from some combat experience that he had heard and witnessed, and he had won a few battles by chance, which was not an achievement.

"How did you meet the Shura God King Barrier Moon, he disappeared hundreds of years ago."

"It's not strange, it's just a legend, the real situation is that Master was seriously injured and hid, and he fell in love with a princess of the Rakshasa clan at that time, and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains of the hinterland of the Rakshasa clan." Molu said lightly.

"So, he's a few hundred years old?" Mu Qingyang was a little curious.

"No!" Mo Lu glanced at him a little strangely, and then said: "He is the first few generations of Shura people, even if he falls here, as long as he is unwilling, he is a completely immortal existence!"

"What?" Only then did Mu Qingyang realize that he was using the standards of ordinary people to measure these strong people.

From Molu's mouth, he learned that those clansmen of the first generation of the Eight Divisions, they were the real fanatical believers of Buddhism, the Protector Venerable, and for these weird-tempered guys, they were no different from ordinary gods, or they were originally gods. Since the division of the eight tribes, most of the sinners of the Shura Demon Realm and the elders of the Brahmans have been imprisoned, and they are said to be prisoners with special status, and they are heavily imprisoned and guarded in the hell of the underworld.

Obscuring the moon is a very smart one in the first generation of Shura, he hid among the descendants of the Borneo with various faces, until the demon world invaded on a large scale, he used the identity of an ordinary royal family to lead the people to resist, and hid after retiring.

"You know, my master is hiding in the mountains of our family's fiefdom, and the princess he fell in love with is also my aunt." Molu smiled proudly, she was originally a Rakshasa royal family, because of her aunt and master, she was not trapped in the position of the boring Rakshasa Empress, but married the man she liked.

"Actually, Wu Shuang and I are cousins, but my sister is too ambitious, and her pursuit of power is far more than love, otherwise she wouldn't be so easily committed to that old fellow of the Emperor!"

…… (To be continued.) )