As Youlan Mu continued to infuse spiritual power into it, the speed of the water balloon rotated faster and faster, and there were more and more bubbles that were rolled into the water balloon, and the light blue water ball gradually turned from blue to white. [Full text reading. 】

Due to the rapid rotation of the water balloon and the friction of the air, the wind sound of "whining" soon attracted the attention of the onlookers.

"Mu Yu Jue? What does this kid want to do? ”

"Are you sure this is the trick of the rain? Why is the color of the water polo so strange, it is white? ”

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and some people even thought they were smart enough to open a legal net above their heads, in case the sudden spiritual rain of Youlan Mu would give everyone an ugly look.

Youlan Mu glanced at everyone, shook the water ball in his hand violently, "poof, poof" two explosions, the rapidly rotating water ball burst instantly, a large piece of white mist quickly pushed outward with Youlan Mu as the center, and several disciples immediately flew back when they saw that the opportunity was wrong, but the speed of the white mist was too fast, and it instantly enveloped the entire square.

The thick white mist shrouded everyone in it like a whale swallowing the sea, and the range of the white mist shrouded was hundreds of meters long before and after, and from a high altitude, the top of the main peak of the Tianxuan Sect was like a round white mushroom suddenly growing.

A scolding sound immediately sounded in the vast white mist, and several disciples raised their spirit swords and wanted to fly away from here, but they collided in the air, and their heads fell into the square with blood flowing, and the others saw this and flew away in the opposite direction with their swords.

Youlan Mu naturally wouldn't let these people go, and whistled loudly, and the big black bird flying in the air heard the whistle and immediately pounced into the white fog.

Youlanmu vaguely saw a black shadow fluttering above the oblique, with long wings ten meters wide, at a glance, Youlanmu recognized it as a big black bird, Youlanmu immediately jumped high, the big blackbird rushed from below, its wings slapped down, and it climbed directly to the height with Youlanmu.

When Youlan Mu flew out of the range of the white mist, he happened to see several black-clothed disciples also driving their swords out of the fog, Youlan Mu couldn't help but take out the golden bow, and Zhang Bow and arrow relied on brute force to shoot out a few sharp arrows, and the arrow feathers brought out from the trial island were exhausted, and Youlan Mu also successfully shot a guy who had just emerged from the dense fog into the air.

Putting away the longbow, Youlanmu stood on the back of the big black bird and pointed to the nearest person, the big black bird shot out like lightning, and the wind blowing the long-sleeved hunting sound of Youlanmu.

The black-clothed disciple who was flying with the sword saw Youlan Mu chasing after him from behind, his eyes flashed, and he immediately turned the direction of the spirit sword and went straight up, and when the distance between the two sides was approaching, the black-clothed disciple turned over gorgeously in the air, grabbed the spirit sword under his feet with one hand and stabbed towards Youlan Mu.

The surface of the spirit sword glowed with fluorescence, and the cut air threw an arc-shaped wall of qi on both sides of the black-clothed disciple's body, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Youlan Mu had a cold face, suddenly jumped up from behind the big black bird, and simply waved his left arm to hit the air, and seventeen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations pushed out horizontally, flowing through the meridians, pouring into his left arm, and the skin of his entire left arm was shining with a faint red light.

"Boom!" The left fist struck a circle of air ripples on the surface of the sword blade, and suddenly there was a "zi" sound, and a crack opened at the tip of the sword, and the dazzling black crack spread along the sword spine to the sword body.

The black-clothed disciple looked stunned, looking at the cracked spirit sword in disbelief, and his mind went blank.

Youlan Mu's left fist pressed forward violently, with a "click", the spirit sword broke inch by inch, Youlan Mu swung his left fist straight forward, and a punch hit the chest of the black-clothed disciple, the black-clothed disciple screamed in pain, and flew backwards, Youlanmu reached out and grabbed the black-clothed disciple's ankle, turned sharply twice in the air, and violently threw the black-clothed disciple back into the white mist.

The black-clothed disciple smashed into the white mist like a meteorite, and he didn't know where it fell, and a scolding sound sounded.

"Huh~" The big black bird took advantage of the updraft to hold up Youlan Mu again, this time without the command of Youlan Mu, the big black bird rushed straight towards a black-clothed disciple who was volleying with the sword in the distance.

The black-clothed disciple with a white belt on his head saw Youlan Mu's attack just now, where did he dare to collide with Youlan Mu head-on, and immediately turned around and ran, the spirit sword under his feet was urged to the extreme, and looking at that posture was like wishing to install another wing on the spirit sword.

But no matter how fast the spirit sword flies, it can't catch up with the extreme speed of the flying mount of the big black bird, and in the blink of an eye, the big black bird flew behind the disciple, Youlan Mu swung out his left palm and slapped the disciple's back hard, seventeen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations suddenly attacked, and the black-clothed disciple spat blood and fell down.

Youlan Mu bent his fingers, grabbed the back collar of the black-clothed disciple, and threw the black-clothed disciple back into the white mist.

"Let's go!" Several disciples who stayed in the distance turned pale when they saw this scene, and when they saw Youlan Mu looking at them, they all turned around and ran, instantly turning into birds and beasts and scattering, fleeing in different directions.

Youlan Mu snorted coldly, the big black bird chased straight after the updraft of the air, and in less than a moment, Youlan Mu flew back with three people, although he still ran two people, but Youlan Mu was very satisfied with the speed of the big black bird, and the big black bird flew at full speed almost twice the speed of Edgeworth's flight.

At this time, black-clothed disciples rushed out of the white mist one after another, Youlan Mu slapped the neck of the big black bird, the big black bird rushed directly over with clear intentions, and several disciples who had not seen the previous battle flew over, and Youlan Mu was also unceremoniously defeated with one punch, not only shattering the opponent's spirit sword with one punch, but also throwing them all back into the white mist.

Soon, the news that there was a ninth-layer demon refining demon hunting outside the white mist spread among the black-clothed disciples, and what was even worse was that everyone who had fought with the demon head-on was shattered by the spirit sword, and the spirit sword in his hand was earned by everyone after many years of hard work, and once it was damaged, it was enough to make people wail for three days and three nights.

The disciples trapped in the white mist formed a tacit understanding, and no longer rushed out, but stuck in the white mist.

Youlan Mu found that no one was conflicting out of the white mist, but the white mist had a tendency to dissipate outward, Youlan Mu frowned slightly, this is only a moment, the white fog should not disperse so quickly.

"Those people are working together to blow away the white fog." Pojun reminded.

As soon as the Orchid Shepherd realized it, he immediately jumped down from the back of the big black bird and jumped into the white mist.

The vast white mist obscured the field of vision and made it impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, Youlan Mu exuded his divine sense to find the person closest to him, and soon the exploration of his divine consciousness responded, three people in front and one person on the left, because everyone was using their divine sense to probe in the white mist, so Youlan Mu's actions did not cause any alarm.

In the white mist, Youlan Mu's figure moved quickly, rushing straight towards the three people in front.

"Who is it?" The three of them stood together and were constantly alert to their surroundings, and when they saw a black shadow rushing towards them, they immediately shouted and asked.

Youlan Mu swung his fist and quickly went straight, and the strength of the ninth layer of qi refining was fully opened.

The black-clothed disciple standing in the middle was the strongest among the three, but in the dense fog, he could only barely see a black shadow rushing towards him, and he couldn't see who was rushing in the white fog at all.

Then the black-clothed disciple felt a pain in his abdomen, and the whole person flew out upside down, spitting blood and falling to a corner of the white mist.

When the two black-clothed disciples saw that their middle companion was knocked away, they immediately swung their swords and cut horizontally in horror, and were easily dodged by Youlan Mu. Youlan Mu pinched the sword body from behind, and seventeen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations rushed into the spirit sword fiercely, and the fingers that clasped the sword body were broken hard, and with a "click", the two spirit swords broke with a sad sound.

The two disciples looked at the broken sword in their hands in shock, and before they could recover from the shock, they suddenly had a pain in their abdomen, and a huge force that almost strangulated their liver and intestines hit their abdomen, making them unable to stop their bodies from flying backwards backwards, Youlan Mu pricked up his ears to listen to the movements around him, and the person behind him made a dull sound after he landed, and there was a scolding sound in front of him, Youlan Mu immediately accelerated and rushed forward, like a fireball falling to the ground at the moment of collapse, where the spark fell, where it would rekindle a ball of war.

"You're too slow, the cold-faced ghost has already walked to the door!" Breaker shouted.

Youlan Mu has tried his best, but the scope of the white mist is too large, and there are too many disciples inside, even if he has been forced by the ninth layer of qi refining, if he wants to find them and solve them one by one, it still takes a lot of effort, and what is even more troublesome is that he passed by the black charcoal head in the white mist just now, and the guy with rough skin and thick flesh also ran in.

Youlan Mu's expression suddenly moved, picked up a few broken swords and threw them violently into the dense fog, and without looking at whether there was anyone in the direction of the spirit sword throwing, he picked up more than a dozen stone slabs from the ground and threw them, and a scolding instantly appeared in the vast white mist, followed by a dazzling sword light.

In the white mist, the wind blade and sword light were everywhere, or they were sneak attacked, or they were slashed head-on by the sharp sword that suddenly flew out, and everyone instantly became a ball, and battles of all sizes broke out everywhere in the white mist.

"Don't fall for it! This is the despicable trick of that man. Someone saw through Youlan Mu's plan, and shouted loudly for everyone to stay calm, and suddenly a gust of wind flashed on the right side, "Lie down!" With a crisp sound, the person received a slap on the right side of the face, and his cheeks suddenly became swollen.

The man was immediately furious, and swung his sword in the direction of the slap, only to be met with a wail of pain from his companion and an angry response.

Youlan Mu ran his blood veins to lurk, restrained his breath, and quietly walked past the two of them, looking for the next target.

"Your white mist is quite convenient to use, but it can't isolate the exploration of divine consciousness, and it is subject to more restrictions, once you encounter someone with strong divine sense, the blinding effect of the white mist will be invalid, maybe you can add some materials that can isolate divine consciousness when condensing the water ball." Po Jun gave Youlan Mu a trick.

Youlan Mu pondered for a moment and felt that what Po Jun said was very reasonable, if the white mist created by Mu Yu Jue could isolate the divine sense detection, its effectiveness would be multiplied, and it could even be used as a life-saving move in some cases.

"Humph!" Suddenly, an angry shout in the white mist exploded out of thin air, shaking everyone's heads for a while, and some people with poor strength were even stunned on the spot.

Youlan Mu's chest shook, the whole person's breathing was instantly chaotic, and the figure that had originally rushed forward couldn't help but stop in place.

A gust of wind suddenly hung in the white mist, and the thick white fog was blown away in less than a few breaths, revealing a potholed square.

I saw that on the wide square, there were dozens of black-clothed disciples lying sideways, all with blue noses and swollen faces, and blood marks on their bodies, and only a few of them could still stand there with their swords.

Xing Gang swept everyone with a cold face, and finally locked his eyes on Youlan Mu, the only one who looked neatly dressed.

"You... Very good. Xing Gang's voice was very low, like a cold wind from the polar regions, blowing everyone's hearts cold.

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