Bi Huan's hands were intertwined, his mouth spit blue light, and the huge broadsword inserted in the ground was pulled out upside down, making the crack on the ground a little bigger, the huge broadsword, the sword body was wrapped around the blue light, and a wisp of sword qi hovered on it, rushing straight towards Xiao Ba and the others, he wanted to kill all the people in front of the mountain gate with one blow.

Mu Zuolin's face became worse and worse, he spat blood with a pop, his face showed a resolute look, and he raised the sky and shouted, "Ten thousand sword rain!" I saw that the long sword full of cracks that was constantly fighting in the air suddenly spun around and returned to Mu Zuolin's body, and countless cracks on the sword body glowed.

With a bang, it exploded, and the long sword turned into fragments, and these fragments flashed with brilliance, rushing straight up, one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand! The shadow of the sword came out.

Like the water of the countercurrent, the pouring rain, dense, covering the heavens and the earth, sweeping everything!

Countless sword shadows collided with the gray-white small sword, making countless clanging sounds, and the world was shaken, the mountains and rocks trembled, and the rubble and rubble flew sideways.

Qiu Yiren in mid-air was already cloaked at the moment, his face was crazy, Bi Huan's face was also not good, such a duel, the consumption was very large, the huge broadsword was entangled by countless sword shadows, and the aura was constantly consuming.

The little eight people below all had sad faces, they knew that Sect Master Mu was bound to be buried here in order to delay time, and they couldn't waste the opportunity that Sect Master Mu had in exchange for this.

Everyone jumped over the cracks one by one, and those who couldn't get by, Hachi would use white threads to wrap around these people and bring the cracks.

Yishan escorted everyone quickly down the mountain gate at the front of the crowd, and after the small eighth hall, at the last moment of leaving the mountain gate, he looked at Mu Zuolin, who was pale and seemed to be much older.

Everything was speechless, Mu Zuolin's eyes revealed relief and satisfaction, he looked at Xiao Ba and nodded slightly, Xiao Ba was respectful, bowed and saluted, and left this place with everyone.

"Mu Zuolin! Death!! Ah" Qiu Yiren in mid-air, seeing that the eight people below had all gone down the mountain, looked like crazy, frantically urged the gray-white little sword, and rushed up.

The gray-white small sword in the sky shone at the same time, and the sword shadow was forcibly scattered, rushing out of a passage wide one person, Qiu Yiren's face turned fierce, and the gray aura in his hand condensed, turning into a slender gray sword, flying into the passage and rushing towards Mu Zuolin.

"Drink!" In an instant, Qiu Yiren had already appeared in front of him, holding a slender gray sword, and a gray sword light swung out in response, although it was not big, but the power was refined in it, and the fluctuations were strong.

"Qiu Yiren! I could have beheaded you by the sword and made you kneel and beg for mercy, and I can do it today! ”

Mu Zuolin shouted, his hair stood upside down, the blue light flashed in his palm full of calloused marks, an emerald green bamboo pole appeared in his hand, and his left hand sleeve robe flicked, first his body quickly retreated backwards, dodging Qiu Yiren's sword At the same time, three black lights flashed in the sleeve robe, and three rings made of refined copper appeared in his hand.

Mu Zuolin threw the ring with his left hand, and held the green bamboo in his right hand and went straight up, ding ding ding! The three rings collide, layer by layer, set on the green bamboo, the instant effort, the ring shrinks and becomes smaller, embedded in the green bamboo, into three ring imprints, carved on the green bamboo like a carving.

The black light flickered, and the bamboo pole was no longer emerald green, but turned into a long sword with black light, and the wisps of black light flowed on the sword body, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

Mu Zuolin held the black light long sword, no longer retreated, his body also rushed forward, and Qiu Yiren's gray sword collided with everything, sparks splashed, black light, gray light volley, bullying each other, entangled and suppressed.

With a bang, the two swords collided head-on, the sword body shook the sword body hard, the black light surged, and the gray light also flashed, Qiu Yiren's eyes were fierce, and he roared angrily, "Mu Zuolin!" What happened back then, you hurt me so much, let me show you the price I paid! A fishy smell emanated from Qiu Yiren's body.

With a snap, the clothes on his upper body shattered, leaking out the bare upper body, and he saw a shocking sword wound on his body, from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen.

On the ancestral mountain of Qianchang Mountain, he was alone against two people, beating Qiu Yiren and Bi Huan to serious injuries, and Bi Huan in the distance also fell into memories like Mu Zuolin.

At this moment, under Bi Huan's robe, his right arm was aching faintly, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, and his eyes were full of ruthlessness.

"Drink, ahhhh Qiu Yiren roared wildly, and the skin on his back began to redden, and a large area of red formed a mark little by little, the mark of a vicious thing.

After the mark was formed, the smell of fishy smell dispersed, and a bloody and brutal aura swept out, with the mark as the center, blood marks crawled all over Qiu Yiren's body, until his head, and his eyes became red and full of blood.

The piercing sword wound on his chest turned red as the blood stains turned red, looking even more terrifying, his aura was surging wildly, and he had reached the limit of the transformation realm, and his aura had been filled to the limit.

The gray-white small swords in the sky, with the change of their owners, each small sword was dyed with blood, turning into a blood sword, and the power was even more amazing.

"Death!" Qiu Yiren roared, blood threads burrowed out of the skin of his arm, firmly wrapped around the sword body, and the gray sword in his hand turned into a blood sword, tightly wrapped around his arm.

After the formation of the blood sword, the momentum was monstrous, and a blood light rushed straight into the sky, and even the momentum of those sword shadows was suppressed by a few points, and the blood light rushed to the sky, turning into a blood sword that reached the sky, and slashed straight down, wanting to split Mu Zuolin and this piece of land in half.

Mu Zuolin looked at the momentum of breaking through the mountains and rivers, his pupils shook, this is the power of the Shejiao, Qiu Yiren is like a demon, he is no longer the same as before, he is troubled by obsession, arouses the demons in his heart, and completely returns to the Shejiao.

A trace of sadness flashed in Mu Zuolin's eyes, and his vision began to become trance-like, he didn't know if he had done something wrong in the first place, whether he shouldn't have used all his strength against them, and he shouldn't have let them suffer from this.

Back then, Qiu Yiren and Bi Huan were still young talents, arrogant, and young people with higher hearts than the sky, the two wanted to join forces to challenge him, he responded to the battle, and went all out, but he didn't expect it to bring so many evil consequences.

"The Cause I Sow"

"I suffer this outcome"

Mu Zuolin's lips squirmed, muttering to himself, his calloused hand unconsciously let go, and the black light sword fell into the soil, at this moment his arms were lowered, his body was withered, and he no longer had a strong momentum, looking just a sad withered old man.

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, the Xiaoba people looked at the huge blood sword that rose to the sky above the peak, and they all gasped, such a momentum may directly split the mountain.

Everyone prayed for Mu Zuolin in their hearts, hoping that he would survive.