Zhang Mu saw the blood-colored spirit blade attacking in the sky, his body suddenly stopped, his toes stretched forward, and the whole person leaned straight back, parallel to the ground, and avoided it again.

Then, like a tumbler, the whole person stood up straight from the ground, stepped on the rocky ground, accelerated with the help of force, and continued to rush towards the iron sickle man.

Seeing that there were two blood-colored spirit blades in a row, the Iron Scythe Dao man was shocked for a moment in his eyes, and no longer thought that Zhang Mu was lucky to escape, he was ruthless in his heart, and raised the high-grade magic weapon high, slashing left and right.

This time, the two blood-colored spirit blades showed a flat crossover momentum and flew out quickly.

Zhang Mu saw that there was no way to avoid it left and right, up and down, and jumped hard, soaring into the air, avoiding these two blood-colored spirit blades from mid-air.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, what he was waiting for was now.

Generally speaking, if you are standing on the ground and dodging with the power of the ground rebound, it will be much faster than if you are hovering in mid-air.

At this time, Zhang Mu, who was hanging in the air, was like an arrow target in his eyes, and he didn't believe that Zhang Mu could still dodge.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Four blood-colored spirit blades, staggered horizontally and in the shape of a tic-tac-toe, blocked all the space that could be dodged, and flew out like a switch.

When everyone saw this scene, many people closed their eyes, thinking that Zhang Mu would definitely die next, and even a complete corpse would not be left.

Zhang Mu's ability to fight is so rich, how can he be trapped in the immediate danger.

At the moment of jumping, he had already guessed the next general move of the Iron Scythe Daoist.

Looking directly at the four blood-colored spirit blades that attacked, his face was not panicked at all, and his body quickly rose into the air, waiting to approach the top of the cliff at the entrance of the cave.

The whole person flips up and down, with the top as the ground, and the force under the feet.

Bang!

Stepping on the top of the cliff with a radius of three or four zhang, he directly accelerated the speed to an incredible level, and skillfully dodged these four blood-colored spirit blades.

Rushing two steps, he rushed directly to the top of the Iron Scythe Man's head.

Seeing that Zhang Mu had avoided the blood-colored spirit blade of the Iron Scythe Dao Man in such an ingenious way, everyone had an unbelievable look on their faces.

asked themselves, did Zhang Mu think of a countermeasure from the beginning?

Or did Zhang Mu see through all the tricks of the Iron Sickle Dao people at the beginning?

No one was able to give them an answer at this point, because the battle continued.

Zhang Mu looked up at the Iron Sickle Dao people below.

The Iron Scythe Daoist also looked up at Zhang Mu above.

When the eyes are met.

Zhang Mu's whole person suddenly seemed to swim into the sea, from top to bottom, and quickly fell towards the iron sickle man.

Seeing the situation, the Iron Scythe immediately showed a disdainful sneer on his face and said.

"It's really self-defeating!"

Don't dodge or dodge, when Zhang Mu approached, he quickly dragged the high-grade magic weapon, brought up a circle of dark red arc-shaped cold light, and held it high above his head, about to strangle Zhang Mu in mid-air.

Zhang Mu's figure was as fast as a frightening, flashing again and again, pulling up one afterimage after another, deceiving the sight of the Iron Sickle Dao people.

Syllable!

It landed firmly on the side of the Iron Sickle.

The Iron Sickle Dao people immediately changed their offensive and smashed at Zhang Mu with the momentum of splitting mountains and rivers.

Zhang Mu did not retreat but advanced, his body was first volt, and then together, while dodging the high-grade magic weapon, he also came to the front of the Iron Sickle Dao people.

Iron Scythe's eyes tightened, he didn't understand why Zhang Mu bothered to approach him.

Afraid that Zhang Mu had a means to release himself at close range, his figure immediately retreated.

Zhang Mu immediately followed closely, the reason why he approached the Iron Sickle Dao man.

It was because the threat to him from the high-grade magic weapons of the Iron Scythe Dao people was too great, and any blood-colored spirit blade could make his body look different.

If you hit the Iron Sickle Dao people from afar, if you can't dodge and hit one, you will immediately hate it on the spot.

Although there is Ji Ruoshui on the side, it is impossible for such a tragic situation to occur.

But if he wants to win the bet, he must defeat the Iron Sickle Daoist with his own hands, and he must not let Ji Ruoshui help.

Otherwise, how could Ji Ruoshui admit it.

In addition to this, there is one more important reason.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, and if the Iron Sickle Dao people want to exert the maximum power of Zhanger's high-grade magic weapon, they must keep a certain distance.

Therefore, Zhang Mu's close-quarters approach is to erase some of the advantages of the Iron Sickle Dao people and try his best to shorten the gap between the strength of the two.

After all, compared to the Iron Scythe Dao people who gathered spiritual cultivation, he was a whole realm behind, and if he didn't use some risky means, there was almost no possibility of defeat.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Zhang Mu, the Iron Sickle Dao man stopped his body and slashed in front of him, wanting to avoid Zhang Mu.

How could Zhang Mu let him get his wish, he flashed forward, slapped the back of his palm, and hit the elbow joint of the Iron Scythe Daoist, disturbing the strength of the Iron Scythe Daoist's arm.

made the high-grade magic weapon, which originally showed a horizontal slashing momentum, directly change its direction and swung towards the empty air.

The iron sickle man flipped in his hand and slashed down.

Zhang Mu once again used the same method to disturb the power on the arm of the Iron Scythe Dao man, causing the high-grade magic weapon to fall short again.

After doing this a few times, the Iron Sickle people secretly hated it.

Zhang Mu is obviously a big level lower than him, and every time he makes a move, he can't cause substantial damage to him.

However, the force of his attack was extremely delicate, and it happened to change a certain balance on his arm, and it also prevented him from causing any damage to Zhang Mu.

The Iron Sickle Daoist tried a few more times, but the result was still the same as before, and the high-grade magic weapon did not even touch the corners of Zhang Mu's clothes.

This situation made him extremely depressed, stared at Zhang Mu in front of him tightly, and said fiercely.

"Boy, if you make one mistake, you will be broken into thousands of pieces in no time!"

"I advise you not to hit the stone with an egg again, and obediently step aside, I may be able to spare your life!"

Zhang Mu chuckled and said, "Oh, what if I don't retreat?" ”

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" The Iron Scythe said.

Zhang Mu sneered: "You are like this, how can you not be polite?" ”

Iron Sickle snorted heavily, gritted his teeth and said: "When your whole body aura is exhausted, I will definitely ask you to die or not survive!" ”

Zhang Mu smiled secretly in his heart, he had the aura of the dragon pong, and the last thing he was afraid of was the consumption of aura.

Moreover, due to the previous initiative to loosen the seal on the aura Yuan Dragon.

During this period of time, his dantian and the three hundred and sixty great acupoints and star acupoints had already been filled with pure aura.

If you compare the total amount of aura on your body, you may not be much less than the Iron Scythe Dao person.

When the two are at war.

Deng Hai and the other deputy generals, as well as Yuan Heng Guoshi and his disciples, were shocked.

When had they ever seen a foundation monk compete with a spiritualist monk?

When had they ever seen a Foundation Cultivator able to fight with a Soul Gathering Monk for so long, and it still hadn't shown signs of decline?

This scene is really unheard of and unseen!

After a while.

The faces of the crowd showed a look that was twice as shocked as before.

Zhang Mu actually relied on his control of his own strength to reach the peak, forcing the Iron Scythe Dao people to be unable to exert the slightest bit of power of the high-grade magic weapon.

Faintly, it also made the high-grade magic weapon in the hands of the Iron Sickle Dao man a burden for him!

For a while, everyone couldn't help but have the illusion that the Iron Sickle Dao people didn't seem to be spiritual cultivators.

Everyone looked at Zhang Mu's situation of not falling behind in front of the Iron Sickle Dao people, and their originally dead faces gradually revealed a look of hope.

Could it be that Zhang Mu was really able to defeat the Iron Sickle Dao people?

Will they be able to save their lives from the current crisis?

At the end of life and death, everyone's eyes were all nervously looking at the two of them who were fighting fiercely, and they didn't dare to move away for a moment, wanting to know the final result of this battle for the first time.

Ji Ruoshui looked at it for a moment, and her beautiful eyes showed a look of approval for Zhang Mu.

With the cultivation of the foundation, coupled with the exquisite skills of swaying freely, he can fight to the same level as the iron sickle man holding a high-grade magic weapon.

This fighting ability made her look at Zhang Mu slightly.

Ji Ruoshui looked at it for a while, and secretly thought, if you look at the current situation of the two, although Zhang Mu can be undefeated, it is still difficult to win.

After all, the Iron Sickle Dao Man is a cultivator of the Spirit Gathering Realm, and his physical body is also very strong and tempered, and the defensive ability, recovery ability, and many other conditions he possesses are not comparable to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu seemed to have a slight upper hand, but in fact he did not cause any substantial damage to the Iron Sickle Dao people.

If it continues to be consumed, if nothing else, it will definitely be the Iron Sickle Dao people who win.

Thinking of this, Ji Ruoshui couldn't help but think, if she was in the realm of building a foundation and was in Zhang Mu's situation at this time, how could she defeat the Iron Sickle Dao people?

With her upper realm vision, she thought of dozens or hundreds of ways in an instant.

But when she applied these methods to Zhang Mu, she found that they were not suitable.

There are two reasons for this, one is that she does not allow Zhang Mu to use the Amazing Immortal Sword, and the other is that Zhang Mu does not have a killing move that can make the Iron Scythe Daoist kill with one blow at this time.

Thinking about this, I remembered that Zhang Mu had just looked like a bamboo in his chest, and suddenly wondered, did Zhang Mu have a way to defeat the Iron Scythe?

If not, then don't mention it.

If so, what would it be?

Ji Ruoshui looked at Zhang Mu's figure with great interest, wanting to see how Zhang Mu would defeat the Iron Scythe Daoist in the end.

Zhang Mu and the Iron Sickle Dao people are in a fierce battle.

Seeing the opportunity, his fingertips shone brightly, and he pointed out several sharp spirit blades in succession, stabbing at the flesh of the Iron Scythe Dao man.

With a few stabbing sounds.

There were several blood-red cuts on the Iron Scythe.

But after a breath or two, the flesh on these wounds tumbled and healed again, without even a trace of blood flowing.

The Iron Scythe sneered and said.

"Hmph, I advise you not to waste your efforts, my body is not much better than the physical cultivation of the same realm, you can't hurt me at all!"

"It's better to retreat obediently, beg me to spare your life!"

Zhang Mu ignored the Iron Scythe Daoist, his fingertips continued to condense the sharp spirit blade, and whenever he had the opportunity, he stabbed at the Iron Scythe Daoist.

This time, Zhang Mu changed his strategy and stabbed all the spirit blades in one place.

Under the superposition of several sharp spirit blades, the cut on the flesh of the Iron Scythe Dao man was much deeper than the last time.

The time it took for the Iron Scythe to recover was correspondingly one or two more breaths.

Seeing this, the Iron Scythe Dao Man's eyes were full of disdain, and he threatened.

"Don't give up yet!"

"After I capture you, I will definitely not kill you as soon as possible, I will cut off the flesh on your body piece by piece to relieve the anger in my heart!"

Seeing that the Iron Sickle Daoist did not see his intentions, Zhang Mu calmed down a little in his heart and replied in a cold voice.

"I don't have a lot of skills, but I talk a lot!"

"A spiritual gathering monk can't even take a foundation building realm for me, so I'm not too embarrassed!"

"And the face is dry here!"

The Iron Scythe was furious and said, "Good boy, I'm going to peel you and cramp you in a moment!" ”