Seeing the scythe of death held by the ghost king at first glance, Mu Yang's heart suddenly had an inexplicable throbbing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just looking at it from a distance, it can be clearly recognized that this death scythe is completely condensed by a dark dead qi, and there is still a trace of treacherous black qi steaming on it.

Just by glancing at the other party, he knew that the strength of the ghost king who was now suspended in mid-air had undergone a qualitative change, and the danger level in his heart was constantly increasing.

"Human beings, you can force me into such a situation, under the Yellow Spring, you can also be proud!" At this time, the ghost king's voice was crisp and beautiful, and there was no previous terrifying and eerie feeling at all.

The smile on Mu Yang's face gradually converged, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Just because you want to determine my life and death, I'm afraid you don't have this qualification yet." ”

"Under the scythe of death, there is never a living mouth!" the Ghost King replied coldly.

Without waiting for Muyang to react, her delicate figure fell straight from the sky, and when she swooped, the clenched deadly death sickle swung again and again.

In an instant, every time the scythe of death swiped, there were incomparably dark qi condensed into blades, and these qi blades directly broke through the air, quickly attacking the direction of Mu Yang's body.

Feeling that the power of those dark qi blades was extraordinary, Mu Yang didn't dare to make a hard connection, his body flashed, and he calmly staggered those attacks that attacked him.

Bang!

As soon as he dodged, the air blades swung out by those death scythes slammed into the ground behind him, and the power of the successive explosions was terrifying.

Looking back at the ground behind him, there are now several neat and smooth incisions, and the depth of which is even more difficult to see.

"What a sharp air blade!"

Muyang couldn't help but gasp, and the vigilance in his heart continued to increase.

At this moment, the ghost king wrapped in black gauze came down, and her body was even more ghostly, and the continuous offensive never stopped, and the scythe of death was fatal, and the fierce qi blade that was constantly sent out swept the underground space.

"Fighting Spirit!"

Suddenly, the pressure doubled, Muyang no longer hid his secrets, and the secret technique of "Fighting Soul" was immediately cast, and all the souls stored in the sea of knowledge were ignited.

Now that he has achieved Yin Soul and once again performed the "Fighting Soul" secret technique, the reaction speed of the nerves in his body has increased even more.

Muyang was in a state of "fighting soul", only to feel that his combat consciousness seemed to be sublimated, and the ghost king's every move was under his control, and the ghostly speed that had been improved slowed down.

Knowing that the time for the secret technique of "Fighting Soul" was limited, Mu Yang's eyes turned rapidly, wanting to penetrate the flaws of the opponent's continuous offensive, and the driver dealt a fatal blow.

After only a few rounds, a flaw was revealed, Mu Yang seized the opportunity, drank softly, the sword qi condensed instantly, and the sharp sword momentum was very fast.

However, Mu Yang's fierce sword qi stabbed fiercely on the body of the ghost king, and the situation that he originally expected to penetrate the opponent's soul body did not happen, but it made a loud sound.

At the moment when the sword qi was close, a burst of gray black light suddenly appeared on the black veil worn by the ghost king, and his sword qi hit the black light, only stabbing a narrow scratch, which was difficult to break through.

"Oops!"

Before the blow was successful, the Ghost King's next attack returned, and the cold cold front of the Death Scythe attacked him at great speed.

A bad omen came in his heart, the cold death sickle came to kill him, Mu Yang's mind turned sharply, and a shining purple lightning swept through the sky in the underground space.

At the moment of life and death, his wings suddenly appeared, and the thunder mark on the purple wings immediately urged, and his body instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, which was worthy of avoiding Fang Cai's deadly death scythe.

Suspended in mid-air, Ziqing's wings were slightly incited, Mu Yang's face was solemn, staring closely at the delicate ghost king wrapped in black veil, and he didn't know how to break the super defense of the black veil for a while.

Against this difficult opponent, Muyang felt a headache for a while.

"No matter, today I don't believe that I can't break this turtle shell!" Mu Yang's heart was ruthless, ready to break through the ghost king's defense with a fierce attack.

Above the wind wings, the silent divine air mark suddenly activated, and his speed instantly increased to wind speed.

The strong wind is pervasive.

Dangdangdang......

Mu Yang seemed to surround the ghost king, and the continuous offensive couldn't stop hitting the black light of the protective body, and the sword momentum with wind speed was more powerful than the other, as if he wanted to tear the last defense of the ghost king in front of him.

Sure enough, with Mu Yang's unremitting efforts, the exquisite black gauze showed signs of exhaustion, and the black light emitted gradually began to dim.

Just boasted of Haikou, the strength of the ghost king was fully displayed, but it was still difficult to escape the fact that he was suppressed by the human warriors in front of him.

Unwilling to be controlled by others, the original coquettish appearance became extremely hideous, those dark eyes were full of malicious thoughts, and the anger in them wanted to burn Muyang to ashes.

The black light of the protective body became more and more dim, and the demon king who looked like a mad demon was desperate, and on the scythe of death in his hand, a burst of black light shone, and an astonishing aura quietly dispersed.

"Snatch the Spirit!"

Suddenly, Mu Yang saw a pitch-black and dull arc of qi rushing out, and in an instant, his entire mind seemed to be attracted by this black light, and his own soul seemed to be extracted from it.

However, just as the heart was being photographed, the yin soul in the sea seemed to have a sense, and it erupted on its own to protect it, firmly stabilizing Muyang's mental safety.

After this encounter, in the face of the Ghost King's Soul Snatching Slash, he was terrified with his wings, and his entire body turned into an aurora, and he quickly withdrew from the attack range of the Soul Snatching Slash.

However, the current ghost king swore not to give up, and chased closely behind Mu Yang, slashing at the cheap and wanton use of the death sickle one after another.

On the verge of despair, the powerful power of the ghost king erupted, even Mu Yang could hardly capture its edge.

While he could easily dodge his opponent's powerful deathscythe attacks, the deep underworld wasn't so lucky.

Under the attack of the death scythe, the underground space shook even more severely, and the solid rock wall that supported the entire underground space was shattered, and countless rubbles fell one after another.

For a moment, the entire underground space began to shake, as if there were signs of collapse.

"We can't let her continue to destroy like this, otherwise we'll really have to bury it here. Mu Yang was already anxious in his heart, thinking of a way to stop the ghost king.

Looking at the trembling underground space, Mu Yang shook his head, smiled helplessly, and said, "It seems that you can only make dangerous moves!"

Pay attention to finalization, and you have to take a risk.

"Ice and snow!"

Muyang's long sword pointed horizontally, the true qi in his body was urgent, and the third form of the Canglang Sword Technique, the ice and snow, was decisively used, and in an instant, an extremely cold sword qi condensed, and ice crystals were condensed on the purple electric sword.

His eyes were tightly watched, and he found the interval of the ghost king's offensive, Mu Yang used his body technique, and the distance of 100 meters flashed in an instant, and a sword stabbed out.

Suddenly, the black light of the ghost king's protective body reappeared, making this cold sword qi against the black light, although it was difficult to break through the four defenses, but the endless stream of cold sword qi covered the opponent's whole body, as if to freeze her soul body.

In an instant, this icy cold qi continued to spread, penetrating everywhere, and the already dim black light of the protective body was difficult to protect the whole body for a while, allowing these icy cold qi to take advantage of.

Condensed ice crystals gradually formed on the ghost king's soul, quickly spreading around his body.

Feeling that his body gradually felt frozen, the ghost king struck a blow with hatred, and the scythe of death had quietly slashed towards Muyang.

is also unwilling to give up his previous efforts, Mu Yang's armor and martial body are urged to the extreme, and he actually resists the scythe of death with a hard blow with his Xuanwu body.

Poof!

Under the blow of the death scythe, Mu Yang splattered a mouthful of blood, and suddenly felt a trance in his heart, but fortunately, the Yin Soul of the Sea of Knowledge protected his mind from the interference of the death scythe.

Mu Yangqiang took the blow of the death scythe, and the planned frozen sword was finally completed, and at this moment, the black light of the protective body on the ghost king's body was still shining, but her soul body was covered with a layer of ice and snow, and she had a short freeze of action.

Taking advantage of this precious time, Mu Yang didn't care about the injuries on his body, and ran directly to the Black Banner of the Soul Suppression.