The sky is bright.

The wind is mild and the sun is shining.

Mahal took out a jujube red horse from the stable in the fort, rode it with a whip, the horse's hooves flying, and went straight to the Immortal Mist Array in the border area. However, beside Mehal, there was also a brocade clothed Mehapu with a goatee, and Mu Lao, a Tsing Yi Huclan with an indifferent expression, and the two were very surprised by the news, so they naturally followed together.

"Drive, drive!!"

The three of them almost didn't stop all the way, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, they saw an invisible barrier drifting through the mist, and on the side of the barrier, at this time, there was a crowd of people gathered in black pressure, crowded, counting carefully, no less than four thousand. Among them, in addition to the Tianma Divine Soldiers who were clearly divided in the queue and wore neat and uniform white cloud special armor, a column of cavalry with hundreds of people was the most eye-catching.

The armor worn by this column of cavalry is in the shape of a tiger head with hideous teeth, black and bright, and the mark is distinct. It is a team that has never appeared in the Viscount of Maiha, and the strength of this team is almost everyone refining more than five spirits, and it can simply strangle half of them at the moment of collision with the Tianma Divine Guard, and the two spirit refining ninefold divine dao breaths leading the way in front of them are more like torches scorching light, undisguised surging and spreading, and the coercion is amazing.

"You're Mahal?"

A somewhat uncertain voice murmured, but it rang in everyone's ears. The silent crowd parted an avenue, and a young man with different hair walked slowly towards the three of Mehal, the young man's hair and throat were different, covering half of his face, but he only looked at half of his overall face, and he had a handsome beauty that was not like words, with a high nose bridge, light blue pupils, and thin red lips. What touched Mehal the most was that the heterogeneous boy was somewhat similar to him.

Shock, indescribable shock!

"Boom!"

The young man didn't wait for an answer, and the essence of his blue eyes flashed, and his figure rushed out like a dragon, and the ghosts were stacked on top of each other, like a storm bursting. Between the raised hands, the air waves were violent, the young man's arms and bones crackled, his spirit and spirit, and his gas trembled violently, as if he just raised his hand, he would condense one hundred and eight muscles and bones all over his body, and the gas force was condensed into one, and the blood and blood gushed, the fighting spirit penetrated, and a punch fell.

This punch is incredibly fast!

"Look for death!"

If there was a rage in the eyes of the old man on horseback, the young man in front of him was obviously related to the Viscount Mai Ha family, but if he shot at Mai Har, it simply made him instantly move his killing intent. In Mu Lao's eyes, no one can replace Mehal's position, and even if the old Viscount Mehattan returns from the resurrection, he can't change it in the slightest.

"Mu Lao!" said as if he had a feeling, in the face of the almost momentum of the blue-eyed boy's blow, Mehal's body reaction nerves could not make a decent counterattack at all, so he could only raise his arm slightly, blocking his chest, so that this punch could be smashed down without any obstacles.

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound, and the air burst into ripples. Mahal's whole body was shaken by a continuous force, and the huge earthquake roared and conducted, and Mehal, who had no fighting spirit to urge, faced this punch, was undoubtedly a mortal body, resisting this terrifying punch that could smash the boulder. Like a sandbag, Mehal's body trembled and was thrown off his horse with a hard punch.

"Shhh

The moment Mehal was shaken off his horse, suddenly, the jujube red BMW looked up to the sky and neighed, the horse's hooves were raised, and the hooves were thrown and stepped down. The strange-haired boy sneered, his figure was light as a ghost, and he easily dodged to the side. But after the BMW hissed, it seemed to be broken by life at the next moment, and it stopped abruptly. Immediately, I only heard Peng's explosion, and the blood and light were rolling and sprinkling in the sky, and the flesh and blood were flying sideways, throwing them at will in a sweeping attitude.

The deviant boy is fast enough, but he can face an extremely abrupt and all-round explosion of flesh and blood. didn't have time to react at all, he was doused by the rolling horse blood split head and face, the thick blood and pungent spread, and the blood-stained young man with different hair was in a trance, and his body was stagnant, as if he was caught off guard by this sudden change, and he actually stood still.

"Hiss!

Suddenly, there were two horse whistles and neighings in succession, and it turned out that the two horses that Mehap and Mu Lao were riding were covered with pungent horse blood in the sky, and the shock was not trivial. In a moment of frenzy, he stumbled and ran wildly, which was a coincidence. Rushed to the heterogeneous boy who was standing in front of him, stagnant. If he was hit by two horses in a frenzy, even if the young man was a master of the sixfold spirit refining, he would fall in embarrassment.

"Look for death!"

With a cold snort, the figure with the powerful aura of the Nine Spirits of Refining rushed out. Then a dazzling and dazzling cold void appeared, and the fierce meaning sneered through, as if there was a vortex strangulation to kill life and death, and a large group of blood mist sprayed and surged. Under this cold light, the two BMWs were stirred up into a cloud of floating blood mist in the blink of an eye.

"You, you, I'm going to kill you!!"

This transgressive change finally woke up the strange-haired boy. For the first time, the strange-haired boy roared like a madman as if he had suffered great humiliation, with monstrous anger in his eyes and a terrifying hideousness on his face. Up and down his body, there was a faint gushing of undisguised killing intent. If it weren't for the fact that there was a ninefold spirit refining master on the side who held it down at the right time, the different-haired young man would probably really rush towards Mehal.

Mehal staggered up from the ravine, looking at the strange-haired young man with a hideous expression in the distance, a faint disappointment appeared in his heart, the young man in front of him reached the sixfold realm of refining spirit that Maihar only reached at the age of twenty at the age of sixteen or seventeen, which can be described as extremely talented, compared to Mehal, but his heart is so unbearable.

When the red horse of Mahar was shattered, Mu Lao and Mehap had already swept off the horse's back, avoiding the scattered blood of the horse, and only then approached Mehal. When they saw that the muscles on Mahal's back were ragged, the flesh was blurred, and a blood-drenched ravine was splashed, both of them looked cold. Mehap anxiously stepped forward, took out a close-fitting jade porcelain bottle, and poured out the crystal powder to smear Mahal.

"Hurt me Viscount of Maiha, if you don't give an explanation, all of you, you don't have to go. The cold whistling sound rumbled and echoed, with an unmistakable majesty in the loudness. With the sound, Mu Lao Qingyi, who was standing in place, drummed, his expression was cold and abnormal, and there was a terrifying aura like the end of the world in his body.

"Mu Fang, I haven't seen you for many years, you have such a big breath, you have such a great ability! I want to see what you have to keep us all here!" A disdainful mockery came, and another spirit refining ninefold aura slowly walked in the distance, and the figure gradually revealed, gradually appearing in front of everyone's eyes. When Mehap and Mu Lao saw the faces of the comers, their expressions were almost stunned at the same time.

Mahal observed his words, frowning slightly. The person who came was a young man as handsome as a lion, with curly brown hair, thick lips, and shiny teeth when he grinned, giving people a bold feeling. It's just that the young man's gaze at Mu Lao was full of unkindness, and his breath was surging, faintly competing with Mu Lao.

"Who should I be, Zhang Zhuang, it turned out to be you, an old farmer. Twenty years ago, I thought you really died on the belly of a man, but it turned out that you hid out to take the little man, and you hid it deep enough. At the same time, Mu Lao suddenly glanced at the different-haired young man meaningfully, with disdain on his face, and sneered. This disdainful expression and mocking tone were almost exactly the same as what the comer had just shown, and the sarcasm in the words almost made the latter angry.

"Mu Fang, back then, you were just a lowly groom, and your status was not high. The ninefold master of spirit refining named Zhang Zhuang snorted coldly, his face was blue and red, and the green scripture jumped violently, as if he was not lightly angry, and directly in front of the public, he lifted the old bottom of the wooden square.

"Enough!" Seeing that Zhang Zhuang was going to continue to unveil, Mu Fang let out a low sigh and forcibly interrupted the conversation.

"Since it's you, it's all easy to say. Mu Lao said, looking directly at the strange-haired young man, "Is he your person?" If you dare to attack and injure the lord without knowing the dignity and humility, then you will be abolished as a warning." ”

Saying that, Mu Lao took a step, his breath roared, and he went straight to the strange-haired boy.

Mai Haar did not say anything to stop him, Zhang Zhuang was the strongest commander of the Tianma Divine Guards twenty years ago, a strong man in the same period as Mu Lao, a peasant miscellaneous servant promoted by the elderly Mai Ha's grandfather, and his extraordinary talent was valued. The latter two both broke through to the eightfold spirit refining that the old Viscount McHattan looked up to, and they can be described as the core soul figures of the Mehlab family, even the identity of their own uncle Mehapp cannot be side by side with them. Such a young man who is guarded by the core figure of the Mai Ha family, in addition to the blood of the Mai Ha family, will not have a second identity.

If Mu Lao didn't be shocked, he would really let the two spirit refining ninefold masters hold the blood arrogance in their hands, and not put Mehal, the current lord, in his eyes!

"Mu Fang, you are a groom, you dare to do it! I don't know if you are dead or alive!" Zhang Zhuang sneered, and glanced at another ninefold master of spirit refining on the side, and invariably, the coercion of the two spirit refining ninefolds spread violently, the wind and clouds rolled, and the breath was violent, like a violent wind and rain, and the roar pressed towards Mu Lao who came over.

"Ninefold Early Stage of Spirit Refining!"

"Mid-Stage of Ninefold Spirit Refining!"

"Since that's the case, then take my punch!" In the midst of the loud cheers, Mu Lao raised his fist, "Low-level - Tiger Cannon Fist!"

"Roar!"

The words fell, as if a tiger roared and exploded. With the sound of the tiger's roar, it seemed to turn into a huge tiger in an instant, and the figure was like a cannonball, with a terrifying momentum that was indescribable, the tiger's claws slapped down, the cold light claws were cold, and the fist wind was rolling wildly.

"Low-level - Collapse Mountain!"

"Low-level - Tiger Cannon Fist!"

Two bursts of shouts sounded at the same time, and two figures with coercion raised their fists at the same time and came out fiercely, with their respective physical skills, the fists surged, the fighting spirit penetrated, and the roar brought out bursts of vacuum sounds, turbulent the sky. Blatantly collided with Mu Lao's tiger fist.

"Peng!"

With a bang, the unknown early stage master of the Nine Layers of Spirit Refining collided with Mu Lao first. Suddenly, this spirit refining ninefold early stage powerhouse, his face twitched, his arm suddenly collided with a huge mountain, and the surging fighting qi that flowed out vigorously with the conduction poured into his body, this spirit refining ninefold master, before he even had time to trance, the scenery around him regressed wildly, and he was blown away by a punch.

"Trash!"

Mu Lao's expression was indifferent, and he said leisurely. In the face of Zhang Zhuang who came one after another, the tiger fist in his hand was unabated, the phantom was hideous, the air waves were rolling and explosive, and one person and one punch collided hard. "Click!" As if there was a clicking sound of overwhelmed bones, Mu Lao looked at Zhang Zhuang, whose face changed instantly, a smile appeared on his face, and he snorted coldly.

"Get out!"

"Peng!"

In the explosion, Zhang Zhuang's tall figure was shocked by a punch like a rag bag!