"Because of you, isn't it an honor for Lao Tzu to start the war in advance?" Mu Feiyang said coldly: "However, honor comes at a price. That guy named Mei Hongxue is a very rare opponent, even if you have been cultivating for ten years, you can't beat him. And on this continent, only Lao Tzu can defeat him. But I have to borrow something from you?"

At this time, Ye Qingcheng's heart had already risen to his throat. This is a very terrifying guy, in the absence of Thunder Spirit, if he fights him, the survival rate is zero.

"The first form of the Galaxy Sword Technique, Qiming!" Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to say more, and decisively held the Xuanxue Sword, which was horizontal to his chest, and shouted in a deep voice.

In an instant, a mysterious sword intent rippled from the sword, and the gloomy space was in an instant, extremely black, like ink!

At the same time, a layer of cold breath flew around like a gale.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!......Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!T

In the darkness, I saw silver-white sword shadows, like meteors falling, shooting at great speed. I couldn't see Mu Feiyang's figure, nor could I see Ye Qingcheng's figure, I could only see sword shadows that were faster than thunder, flickering in the darkness mysteriously and fiercely.

"Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!......"

As the shadow of the sword flickered, a sound of gold and iron erupted in the darkness. The attack is extremely ferocious, and the resistance is also precise and decisive. It was just three breaths of time, and a brilliant fist shadow slammed into the sweeping Xuanxue Sword, and the first form of the Nine Swords of the Galaxy was immediately broken.

The pitch-black sword intent disappeared immediately, and the space returned to dimness, revealing its form at every moment. Ye Qingcheng was carrying the Xuanxue Sword, with a faint smoke all over his body, staring at Mu Feiyang.

Suffering from the previous swift attack, Mu Feiyang didn't even have a single hair cut off, he raised his hand, scratched his diamond head, and said disdainfully: "The sword technique is very mysterious, but your strength is disgustingly weak. ”

"Qianhua Palm, Tu Qi!" was surrounded here, Ye Qingcheng had no choice but to seek a trace of vitality in Qianhua Palm.

I saw that he suddenly thrust his sword into the ground, and then, his figure flashed rapidly, and a pale red vortex swirled around the palm of his hand, which instantly flew in front of Mu Feiyang, and slammed his hand heavily on Mu Feiyang's chest with all his might!

"Buzzing !!" as if it was striking on a piece of tough and unbreakable metal, Ye Qingcheng's palm carried the power of a thousand transformations, and hit Mu Feiyang fiercely. Mu Feiyang didn't resist or dodge at all, and let him hit him.

As a result, this time Ye Qingcheng's Qianhua Palm lost its power, or the power of the Qianhua Palm, which was completely absorbed by Mu Feiyang's body, but did not cause any destructive power.

The strong wind was whistling and spinning, Mu Feiyang's purple feather bulging and hunting, his footsteps did not move at all, only a palm print appeared on the inner armor on his chest.

A pair of scarlet ghost pupils appeared in his eyes, and a sinister smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and said, "You don't even comprehend your own Thousand Transformation Palm, so you want to use it to deal with Lao Tzu?"

On the ground, he stretched out his right hand and brutally choked Zhongye Qingcheng's neck. His left arm was raised, and his left palm absorbed a stone, which suddenly transformed into a beating stone heart under the control of his mind.

"You must feel lucky to have been chosen by the Yun Clan, right? However, from now on, you will spend a short life in humility and despair. Mu Feiyang stared at Ye Qingcheng's longhua eyes and said, "You still have a lot of treasures on your body, this is a gift from Lao Tzu to you......"

Dozens of breaths later, the Dark Sun Ghost Jiao rushed in majesticly.

The scene in front of it frightened it.

The defense of Xingxing Peak was breached, and the Qi Bone and Poison Dove led by Mu Feiyang flew south.

"Mu Xiao'er, the old man is going to skin you and cramp you today!"

Mu Feiyang saw that the Dark Sun Ghost Jiao was late, he was not in a hurry to escape, but threw the Thunder Ancient Scroll to the poison dove, and said, "You go to Thunder Mountain, let the scroll absorb the Thunder Spirit." ”

Then, he threw a bloody box to Qi Gu and said, "Send it back to Qianhua Tower, guard it strictly!"

"Yes!" Qi Gu and the poison dove replied in unison, and then separated and flew away.

Mu Feiyang quietly untied the old wine gourd on his waist, took a sip of wine, and then pulled out the Xuanxue Sword again, and said intoxicatedly: "Drink Yuntian's wine, use the sword of the green fire crane, and slaughter the dragon of Gong Chuanming, is there anything more enjoyable in the world?"

............

Mu Feiyang is the peak cultivation of the Martial Emperor, but for the fierce beasts here, he is even more tricky than the Martial Emperor. His beast taming technique, Thousand Transformation Palms, and Immortal Diamond Dragon Body are all terrifying weapons that are difficult to dissolve.

Therefore, in this dark swamp, except for the old lord who couldn't move, it was not the Ghost Jiao Emperor or the Fire Toad Emperor who was recognized as the strongest, but Mu Feiyang. It is precisely because of his series of powerful methods that he was selected as a member of the three demon kings of demon melting.

Hidden for five hundred years, the Ghost Jiao Emperor fought with Mu Feiyang on the Dark Sun Lake, and the tricks he unleashed, each move caused a shocking wave, and one after another spiritual magic explosions fell like thunder, rumbling across a radius of hundreds of miles.

At this time, in a cave at the foot of Xingxing Peak, Mamu ran out with Xiao Wu in his arms. She glanced at the distance at the thrilling battle of the two powerhouses, as well as the scene of the destruction of the fierce beasts and ghouls around her, and the cold air rose up her spine, and she felt a kind of ruin and despair that the sky was shattering.

Suddenly, she quickly rushed to another cave, trying to find Ye Qingcheng. The last defense of Xingxing Peak was broken, but Mu Feiyang did not break into the old lord's cave mansion, she faintly felt that he was coming to Ye Qingcheng.

After a while, she rushed to Ye Qingcheng's cave and found that Ye Qingcheng was sitting against the rock wall, sitting wolf-like.

"It's great!" Mam's first reaction was surprise. However, when she got closer, she found that the situation was much worse than she had imagined, and she asked in horror, "Why is your hair black?"

Ye Qingcheng's silver hair, which had originally grown to a shawl, had become pitch black, he was panting weakly, his eyes were dull, his eyes were full of despair, the cloth robe on his body was soaked in blood, and his breath was disordered and weak.

"Your sword and wine gourd have been robbed?" asked Mamu again.

And to her inquiry, Ye Qingcheng did not react at all. If the previous blows were disasters, this time for him, it was a fall into the abyss of despair.

Ma Mu stared at the robe on Ye Qingcheng's chest, which was full of bloodstains, her breathing stagnated sharply, and then stretched out her trembling hand and uncovered his robe in horror. There was a shocking wound on his chest, the wound had not healed, and even his internal organs could be seen.

When he saw his heart, Mamu went limp, sat down on the ground suddenly, and said, "How can this be!?"

Inside his chest, beating was a heart of stone.

............

Three days later, the flames of war on the dark swamp completely spread to every corner.

The war broke out and radiated with the Dark Sun Lake as the core, and whether it was the rebel beast army or the guardian forces, they were all pouring towards the Dark Sun Lake. Whenever the two of them encounter, it will be a tragic battle!

This war is divided into four forces, one is the guardian beast army led by the dark lady, stubbornly resisting the attack of the fire toad emperor's beast army. And the Dark Sun Ghost Jiao led all the dragons, giant pythons, and basilisks to rush out of the core of the war and launch a * attack on Mu Feiyang's stone beast army and ghoul army.

There is no compromise in the battle of the beasts, and once it breaks out, it is no longer negotiable, unless one side is dead.

This battle has doomed a wave of destruction in the dark swamp.

At this time, the Dark Sun Swamp was fighting frantically everywhere, and no fierce beast could be spared, let alone anywhere without war, except for Star Picking Peak. This is the core place of the guardian forces, and if it is attacked and the old lord is held hostage, it will be the defeat of the guardian side. Therefore, it is impossible for the Guardian Beast Army to let what happened before happen again, unless they are all destroyed.

Right now, there are only four living beings in Xingxing Peak, three and a half to be exact. Ye Qingcheng has one, Ma Mu has one, the Five Elements Little Beast has one Flurry, and there is an old lord who is almost dead.

In the underground garden, Ye Qingcheng sat under an ancient firefly tree, like a walking corpse, looking at a lotus flower in the pond in front of him dementedly.

Mamu hugged a wine jar, sat down beside him, sighed, and poured him a bowl of wine.

"It makes me feel bad to see you like this. Mamu said.