''A little bit of ability. ''

Mo Dan was only slightly surprised when he saw Mu Feng's appearance, in his opinion, this was just an evil sect's technique, killing a thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred.

After all, he is also a high-level master of gathering spirits, and he has obtained the inheritance of ghost duel, so it is inevitable that there will be a trace of arrogance in his heart.

''Blood!''

In the roar, a low voice suddenly came from behind Mu Feng, and then, Mu Feng's eyes no longer had a trace of emotion, and the black pupils occupied all the places, only the bloody red in the middle, which made people look creepy.

''Die!''

There was another low voice, and the spiritual power in Mu Feng's body was like a flood, flowing rapidly, continuously injecting into his right hand, making the black head covered with scales more and more hideous, and an extremely domineering aura suddenly continued to impact like ripples.

''Roar. ''

The head of Mu Feng's right hand suddenly let out a roar, and in the roar, the majestic aura was like a lord, inviolable, as if in this world, I was in charge.

Seeing that the phantom behind Mu Feng was ever-changing, condensing into countless forms, and finally merging into Mu Feng's arm, and the python in Mu Feng's right hand also seemed to be stimulated by something, twisting violently, letting out a low roar, and his eyes showed a look of struggle.

And at this time, Mu Feng was not so good, the black aura was like a small snake, wandering in his meridians, and everywhere he passed, none of them turned into the black of the void, with the last trace of black spiritual power injected into the dantian, all of Mu Feng's meridians, without exception, turned black.

The originally bright white dantian seemed to be integrated with the starry sky above the dantian at this time, there was no pure land, only darkness that could not be seen in the five fingers.

''Despair!''

I saw Mu Feng's pale face twitch slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have not opened for a long time, unnaturally opened, and said lightly.

As soon as Mu Feng's words fell, the right hand seemed to have received some command, with a roar, and teleported away with Mu Feng's figure, leaving only a black afterimage, which slowly turned into another Mu Feng's figure, staring at Mo Dan coldly, and there were as many as nine people under the count.

Mo Dan frowned slightly when he saw the nine Mu Feng who were exactly the same in appearance, what he cultivated was only the Ghost Duel, and he didn't know much about the Shadow Duel.

On the other side, Huang Rong, who was about to watch the play, saw the same figure of nine Mu Feng, his scalp exploded, and he was so shocked that he even seemed to be frozen, unable to move a bit, only his eyes, as if he was catalyzed, only surrender, and despair, staring at Mu Feng's nine figures.

''Huh?''

Seeing that Huang Rong had changed a little excessively, Mo Dan was also a little hesitant in his heart, but it was also a flash.

It's just that when he looked at Mu Feng's nine clones, there was a little more solemnity, he didn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it, how could a person who hadn't even touched the doorrail of the Spirit Gathering Realm confront a figure who was about to touch the Spirit Gathering Realm.

''Run!''

This was the only thought in Huang Rong's heart at this time, the raging flames that he wanted to snatch the entire Shadow Duel Exercise were like being extinguished by cold water, he stabilized his body in horror, and ran away with all his sharp weapons.

But it didn't take long for his body to gradually turn black, and the black phantom that originally belonged to his control began to gradually erode his body, and the spiritual power in the dantian in his body continued to inject into the black phantom, and then eroded his body.

It didn't take long for Huang Rong to be like a bird with broken wings, and with the drying up of spiritual power, there was nothing to support him, and he fell to the ground.

And all the spiritual power in his body, along with the disappearance of a small piece of starry sky above the dantian, slowly flowed out of his body, condensed in the sky above his body, forming countless illusory shadows.

''Devour!''

Another low voice sounded after Huang Rong fell to the ground, and in an instant, Huang Rong's whole person became extremely pale, no black place, even if it was hair, also turned into white crystal silk, and his life became a piece of white, and after a long time, he will turn into a piece of dust and drift away with the wind, and from then on, he will also forget from this world.

In the alley, all the spiritual power in Huang Rong's body turned into a black phantom and floated towards Mu Feng in the form of a black phantom, slowly injecting a somewhat weak phantom behind Mu Feng, with the continuous injection of those small phantoms, the phantom behind Mu Feng became stronger again, and all eyes were injected into Mo Dan, who was a little frightened.

''Hmph, it's just some carving insect skills, and only Huang Rong will be able to trick it. ''

Mo Dan glanced at Huang Rong who fell to the ground, and pretended to be calm and said, in his heart at this time, he still insisted that Mu Feng was just a weed who hadn't even arrived at the Gathering Spirit, because, in his eyes, with the ghostly ghost decision, only the low-level could defeat the high-level others, and he had never been defeated by the low-level.

Mu Feng was speechless, as if at this moment, the outside world would have no contact with him, and nothing would move him in the slightest.

''Pain!''

The deep voice became a little high, a little sharp, as if there was a deep enjoyment, or perhaps, no emotion could be heard.

''Bone Sword, Qiu Tianmang!''

Mo Dan roared, and in an instant, thousands of bones rushed out of his body, combining into the shape of a sword in front of him, ten meters high, and in the piercing sound, the sound of hatred continued to sound.

Mu Feng still didn't move, his pupils that couldn't see any emotion looked indifferently at the giant sword in the sky, the nine figures, raised his hand at the same time, and pointed at it, in an instant, the edge that had just fallen suddenly stopped, no matter how Mo Dan urged, he didn't understand it at all, and it was suspended in the sky.

''Pain...... Bitter !!!''

A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and countless black shadows floated out from the nine figures, coiled and adsorbed on the huge bone sword, and in an instant, the huge bone sword seemed to be fully melted, and gradually disappeared under the absorption of the black shadow.

''Ah!!!!''

And Mo Dan on the side seemed to have received some kind of torture, with the disappearance of the bone sword, his body gradually began to shrink, and a cloud of gray air floated out of his body, condensed in the air, and passed into the black shadow behind Mu Feng.

''Die!''

As Mo Dan's desperate eyes began to close in pain, his life, at the end, was only death!

It didn't take long for Jiudao Mu Feng's figure to begin to become illusory, turning into black phantoms, blending into the palest figure in the middle.

With the integration of other figures, Mu Feng's body shook suddenly, his eyes showed pain, and he moved to Mu Rong'er's side with difficulty, gently held her little hand, and injected the last trace of spiritual power into her body, but before he could carefully examine her body, Mu Feng's eyes darkened, and his physical strength was limited, and he fainted...... "......

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