When Wang Shiren saw that his lover was killed, he immediately took out three gray cloth bags, but before he could take out the magic weapon, he was severely pressed to the ground by the heavy domain created by Huzi.

The Bu Pumen disciples who came out next to him felt that their bodies had doubled in weight, and the sturdy ones could barely stand, but those weak women were miserable, and they became lambs to be slaughtered one by one, and they didn't even have a chance to take out the cloth bag.

Mu Ziyun didn't have the slightest mercy for them, even the woman didn't have the slightest mercy, and in front of all the people present, he waved his arm and burned the disciples who had no power to resist alive.

Huzi was not idle, a waist bend sent Wang Shiren to the West Heaven, Wang Shiren has no law after all, in the face of the whole body of the transformed Huzi, even if he is in the position of the Great Elder, there is no chance to resist.

Mu Ziyun quickly came to Song Weijian's side and said to him: "I'll go to the valley with Huzi for a walk, Elder, you take all the disciples of Qingshan Peak to go back immediately, don't stop." ”

"Nonsense!" Song Weijian was a little flustered in his heart, and he was also a little surprised by the rich martial aura wrapped around Huzi's body, "You two go back to the sect quickly, and all of us will cover for you." ”

"Elder, hurry up" Mu Ziyun's eyes were like torches, "Unless there are a few Fa Ji or Fa Sects, don't try to catch me and Huzi, don't stay, we can't take care of you." After speaking, Mu Ziyun disappeared with a swish.

Huzi kicked a few guys to death and said to Song Weijian, "Elder, let's go." ”

Song Weijian couldn't even scream a few times, stomped his feet and wanted to follow, looked at the disciples around him, gritted his teeth and left with the people and horses without looking back, and summoned all the Qingshan Peak forces in the shortest possible time, canceled all the original plans, and let the young soldiers rush back to the sect immediately, and the rest were scattered, each looking for a hidden place, ready to respond at any time, and even desperately brought those two desperate guys back to the sect.

Besides, after Mu Ziyun and Huzi rushed into the Wenlong Valley, like a dragon entering the water, one went south and the other went north to kill.

Mu Ziyun's speed was extremely fast, and he killed in the depths of the valley in a blink of an eye, where most of the Bu Pumen disciples were weak, just to collect and carry cicada stones and pattern stones, and there was no way to deal with the sudden attack of the "fire hedgehog", and after a moment of effort, most of them died.

Mu Ziyun's attitude towards life has changed greatly, it can also be said that he gives up on himself and breaks the jar, he doesn't want to be a man-eating demon, but no matter what he does, no matter how he hides himself, there are always people around him who die because of him, he figured it out, he was born to be a sinner, or rather, he was born to do these things, he believes in fate, this is fate.

The miserable howl resounded throughout the Wenlong Valley, and the sleeping old guy was finally awakened, and when Mu Ziyun was rising, a terrifying aura came from the western valley road, and even Mu Ziyun in the state of fierce wind and fire couldn't help but shiver.

"Who is it! Dare to kill my Bu Pumen disciple! The deep voice echoed in the valley, and after Mu Ziyun felt this breath, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to signal Huzi to let him go quickly, but it was too late, and the owner of the voice and breath had already come to Mu Ziyun's side.

It was a spirited old man, standing thirty feet above the ground, wearing a wide fat white robe, with a cold murderous aura in his sharp eyes, at the moment when he first appeared, all the Bu Pumen disciples who still had their lives saved fell to the ground crying bitterly, and loosened their tight heartstrings, they knew that they were saved, and the fire hedgehog would also be buried here.

After sensing this breath, Huzi immediately turned around and rushed to Mu Ziyun's side, and now he just came to his side, and after a jump, he also came to a high altitude and stood beside Mu Ziyun.

"What's the situation? This old guy is so powerful, and his momentum is stronger than our boss. Huzi whispered uneasily.

Mu Ziyun looked at the old man's cold eyes, trying his best not to fall behind, obviously failed, the old man's anger was not weak, it seemed that the number of people killed could not be measured by ordinary numbers.

Mu Ziyun asked the old man tentatively, "Who are you?" Dare to report your name! ”

The old man looked gloomy as if he was looking at two bodies, and he was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth: "Rats, you dare to kill the children of my sect like this, and if you don't cut you with a thousand knives, it is difficult to understand the hatred in my heart." “

Mu Ziyun smiled, slowly moved to Huzi's side, and secretly touched the hunting bow coiled around his waist with his right hand, ready to escape at any time.

"Heh, after some nonsense, the master asked who you are." Mu Ziyun said again.

The aura on the old man's body rose sharply, his fat robe danced, and the old man said: "If you dare to break into the Dragon Valley to kill people, it means that you still have some guts, so you are qualified to know my name!" Maybe I'm one of the Bu Pumen Dharma Sects, and my name is too long, so you can remember that I'm going to be the old sword king. ”

Mu Ziyun just touched out the hunting bow, and suddenly froze, Old Sword King? Isn't it just.... In an instant, Mu Ziyun had no idea of escaping, pinned the hunting bow to his waist again, looked up at the old man with an evil smile, and said: "Who should I be, it turned out to be you, unfortunately, if it is you, I will definitely kill here to the end today, everywhere is saying how powerful you are, heh, I want to slap everyone's face today, it's okay!" Since you are the old sword king, you also deserve to know my identity, I am a disciple of Qingshan Peak-Mu Ziyun. ”

Raising his voice, Mu Ziyun shouted loudly: "Remember, today, your old sword king, will be beheaded by me here!" ”

Huzi was also going to run, but he didn't expect Mu Ziyun to change his mind, and was thinking about what to do, when he heard Mu Ziyun say to him: "I perceive that there are no master-level figures in this Wenlong Valley except for this old guy, you go and get rid of them, and I am responsible for dealing with the old guy." ”

"It's not okay," Huzi said worriedly, "Or I'm with you..." "No, you can't let go of me." After Mu Ziyun finished speaking, he flew to the same height as the old sword king, and Huzi had to believe in Mu Ziyun's strength, fell back to the ground, and killed the remaining Bu Pumen disciples as quickly as possible.

The old sword king snorted coldly and moved his fingers, but Mu Ziyun was already ready to attack, and immediately flicked the fire bead out, and on the side of the old sword king, all the invisible blades issued by the old sword king to kill Huzi were melted.

"Don't waste your thoughts, old fellow, they have to die, and so will you."

Call.... Call.... The aura on the old sword king's body rose to another height, and his robe was shattered, revealing his dark body, which was really burly and straight, the treasure knife was not old, and his body was densely covered with scars, and a few places even scarred on the heart, and the murderous aura spread in an instant.

The old sword king was full of murderous intent, and said: "Mu Ziyun of Qingshan Peak, a great person, it's a pity that he has no brains, it's not good to stay in swaddling clothes, and he came here to die, okay!" I will fulfill you. ”

The old sword king roared to the sky, in front of him, there was a rune array with white dazzling light, and it floated in the air, and a one-foot handle, a three-foot-long white big knife slowly rose in the rune array, the old knife king walked into the rune array step by step, raised his hand and held the handle, and at the moment when he pulled out the big knife, boom, crackling, Mu Ziyun seemed to hear a mountain composed of blades, pouring towards himself.

Of course, this is not an illusion, the knife mountain does exist, Mu Ziyun activated his whole body to the peak, the fire skull has been exposed on his head, and the flames on his body have become more manic with the help of fire beads, hiss, boom, the flames dissolved all the blades pressed by the cover into slurry, and from a distance, Mu Ziyun was wrapped into a ball by a pulp stream, and in essence, Mu Ziyun was pressed down by two knife mountains, and this mountain was far bigger than he imagined.

The old sword king looked at Mu Ziyun coldly, this may not be a warm-up action, his spell has not been used for too long, if this kid can't even deal with two mountains, it will make him a little disappointed.

Today, in this Wenlong Valley, there must be only one person who can survive.