On the ground of the ring, there was a pile of spiritual weapon slag, cold and autumnal, the immortal gold body was covered with scars, and Mu Hefei was still calmly controlling the spiritual weapon attack.

Han Qiu was angry, he didn't want to bully people with his soul power, but Mu Hefei, the storage ring was like a bottomless black hole, and more than two hundred spiritual weapons were broken, and they were still there.

A wisp of white smoke floated out from the center of his eyebrows, and his soul power shrouded a range of ten meters, as if Mu Hefei had long known that Han Qiusheng would use his soul power.

A sneer rose at the corner of his mouth, and a mouthful flew out of the storage ring, and the gold was cast into a large clock, the big clock floated in the air, and standing on the top of the big bell, a white-haired hare was illusory.

The white-haired hare "cooed" non-stop, and the soul power released by Han Qiusheng was blocked.

Mu Hefei said: "This is what I specially asked the elders of the sect to refine in order to deal with your soul power, the innate spirit weapon, the snow bell, and the spirit of the instrument is the snow soul rabbit." ”

The Snow Soul Rabbit, born in the extremely cold land, belongs to the soul beast species, grows to adulthood, and can self-conceive soul power.

Han Qiusheng's soul power was blocked, but he did not take it back, extinguishing the sword intent, forming the will of the sword, and exerting it on the soul power.

Han Qiusheng's soul power increased, Mu Hefei didn't dare to control other spiritual weapons, dozens of spiritual weapons were not, and the spiritual power supply fell to the ground one after another.

The snow rings the bell, the "bell" rings, and the snow soul rabbit has a spirit, and it also follows the "squeak".

The snow bell spreads out, one after another snow-white ripples, the soul power of the cold autumn, wrapped in the will of the sword, turning into a sword and the snow-white ripples collided.

Han Qiusheng pondered and said secretly: "It is not an innate spirit weapon refined by a congenital embryo, but a soul beast with flesh and blood, the soul of a soul beast." ”

"Is the soul beast willing to practice like this?" As soon as this idea came out, Han Qiusheng's soul power changed, and the sword will that annihilated the sword intent was replaced by the true love sword intent.

A wisp of true affection is there, Haoran righteousness will last forever, and the will of the sword is not only fighting against the snow-white ripples, but also awakening the wisdom of the snow soul rabbit.

The beast has a spirit, and when it is refined, the spirit will be sealed, leaving only a man-driven command.

The will of the sword transformed by the true love sword intent, while colliding with the soul power released by the snow bell, every breath has a trace of the will of the sword, penetrating into the inside of the snow bell.

On the top of the inside of the snow bell, there is a carving in the shape of a snow soul rabbit, which is the core spirit pattern of the spirit weapon, and it continues to pour in with the will of the sword.

There was a subtle change in the core spirit pattern, and the phantom of the snow soul rabbit on the snow bell was not so actively "cooing".

Mu Hefei noticed it and said secretly: "It's not good." "The core spirit pattern has a sense of resistance, it doesn't want to be driven by people, it wants to be free.

Mu Hefei, his eyes sharpened, and said secretly: "It must be Han Qiusheng, who can actually awaken the consciousness of the Snow Soul Rabbit." ”

Han Qiusheng said: "Mu Hefei, your instrument sect is refining weapons like this, you will definitely eat the consequences." ”

Mu Hefei, his hands sealed, and said, "Refining the spirit pattern, seal it for me." "A dark mark that has not entered the snow bell.

The snow rabbit let out a roar of pain, and then returned to the state of "cooing".

Han Qiusheng withdrew his soul power, the white light flashed, and the cold light Xuanying slashed out with a sword, and said: "True love is extinguished." ”

The three-foot sword, intertwined with black and white, not only has the meaning of destroying everything, but also has the meaning of touching the world with true feelings.

The three-foot sword, with a strong posture, in the diffuse snow-white ripples, opened a straight road, Mu Hefei.

The snow-white ripples were resisted by a strong energy, and they could not block the passage opened by the three-foot sword.

Mu Hefei, seeing that the situation was not good, took a breath of his hand, and the snow bell flew to the top of his head, and the snow bell stopped the "bell" ringing, and a golden light descended.

Protecting Mu Hefei in it, on the snow bell, the snow soul rabbit's blood-red eyes shot out two beams of cold air.

The three-foot sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, and after splitting two cold beams, it was blocked by the golden light descended by the snow bell.

Mu Hefei ignored the three-foot sword light in front of him, he knew that the defensive power of the golden light of the Xue Ming Bell was the elder of the sect, and he had been blessed with cultivation.

Only the inferior spiritual skills of the top level of power can break the golden light protection.

Mu Hefei pressed on the ground with one hand, and from the palm of his hand, dozens of spiritual power flowed out, connecting the spiritual weapons that fell to the ground.

The spiritual weapon was supplied with spiritual power, slowly floating, Han Qiusheng's eyes condensed, looked at the three-foot sword light that was about to dissipate the sword intent, and said, "What a strong defense." ”

Looking around, the floating spirit weapon, unwilling to waste time, was in a horizontal heart, and the sword in his right hand was changed to his left hand.

The soul power looks at its own body, attracts the first courage, the first courage is the hero, the natural arrogance, and the heroic spirit will last forever.

The muscles bulging in the right arm instantly returned to its original state, and a violent feeling of power filled the right arm.

Cold Qiusheng, without stopping, the golden light liquid in the body is constantly melting, and the damage caused by the inducing force has appeared.

was only temporarily paralyzed by the golden light, and after the golden light dissipated, the pain it brought can be imagined.

Mu Hefei panicked, looking at the rushing Han Qiusheng, and the bulging and disappearing right arm, which he had used against the Yellow Sand Giant, he attracted his courage.

When he believed in the golden light defense, and was also confronted by Han Qiusheng and the yellow sand giant, he was shocked by that punch, and when he saw this punch again, he still hit himself, and his heart palpitated.

The three-foot sword has not yet dissipated, and now it is impossible to withdraw the golden light to escape, just in case, Mu He Fei said: "Fight." ”

The floating spirit weapon quickly rushed towards Han Qiusheng, and let the spirit weapon hit, unable to penetrate Han Qiusheng's immortal golden body.

Han Qiusheng ignored the attack of the spirit weapon, endured the pain and walked quickly, rushed to Mu Hefei's body, and the three-foot sword dissipated, replaced by Han Qiusheng, a domineering punch that attracted courage.

A punch blasted out, the golden light twisted and shook, crumbling, Mu Hefei was shocked, the golden light was broken, and he would definitely die.

Besides, Han Qiusheng still has soul power, and he won't let his soul go to reincarnation.

Retracted the spiritual energy and practiced, attacking Han Qiusheng's spiritual weapon fell, Mu Hefei, a mouthful of spiritual blood spit out, and blessed on the golden light descended from the big bell.

The golden light flashed a little, unpushable, not distorted, restored to its original state.

Mu Hefei spit out a mouthful of spiritual blood, a little weak, his face was pale, and he laughed hideously, like a ghost.

said: "Han Qiusheng, you can't do anything about me, right?" ”

Han Qiusheng, his right fist continued to attract courage, and the cold light Xuanying sword in his left hand withdrew the storage ring.

A flash of blood flashed, and the Blood Battle Bow appeared in his hand, stabilizing the Blood Battle Bow with the aura of all things, and making it float in the air.

Pulling the string with one hand, a blood-red spirit arrow appeared, Mu Hefei, sneered disdainfully, and said: "This golden light is blessed by me, spiritual blood, and there is no power of superior spiritual art, so I don't want to break it." ”

Han Qiusheng, like a fool, looked at Mu Hefei and said, "Really, now you can shut up forever." ”

Loosen the bowstring, the blood-red spirit arrow hit the golden light, and a blood intent diffused from the blood-red spirit arrow, like a hungry beast, and the blood will be blessed with the spiritual blood on the golden light, sucking most of it.

The defense of the golden light was greatly reduced, Mu Hefei looked at Han Qiusheng in disbelief, the bow and arrow in his hand, and said, "How is it possible? ”

Han Qiusheng looked at the Blood Battle Bow in his hand with satisfaction, took the Blood Battle Bow back to the storage ring, and shouted "Break".

The muscles of the arms bulged, and the faint sound of the heroic spirits who had passed away from ancient times shouted angrily.

The golden light was twisted and shattered, the big bell flew out a hundred meters away, and Han Qiusheng did not give Mu Hefei a chance to shout out to admit defeat.

Control the strength of the arm, directly pierce, Mu He flew to the abdomen, Han Qiusheng bent his legs, and stood in lunges.

The muscled bulging right arm, shining with golden light and covered with blood, pierced his abdomen with his fist, and appeared on Mu Hefei's back.

The fist was mixed with the flesh and blood of some human organs, Mu Hefei's eyes widened, and he kept opening his mouth to say something, but the injury was too serious, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Blood flowed like a spring, and with Mu Hefei's continuous words, a steady stream flowed everywhere.

Han Qiusheng drew his fist, and with a "bang", Mu He flew to the ground, still breathing.

Just as Han Qiusheng was preparing for the results, and Mu He was flying, the nine members of the Qi Sect, the last monk wearing a black cloak, moved.

A black whirlwind flashed, and Han Qiusheng's soul power had already probed the arrival, leaving Mu Hefei to take a breath for the time being, anyway, he wouldn't be able to die for a while.

can't say anything to admit defeat, Han Qiusheng can still kill him, and he will be punched out with courage.

The whirlwind disappeared, and a palm wrapped in cold ghost aura appeared, colliding with Han Qiusheng's fist.

The black-cloaked monk, two steps back, Han Qiusheng, who had taken more than ten steps back, was surprised, and said secretly: "How is it possible? ”

Looking at the trace of frost on his fist, the aura surged, dispelling the frost, and secretly asked: "Is it ghost qi, the instrument sect does not refine weapons, and has gone to cultivate the ghost way?"

The black-cloaked monk picked up Mu Hefei and sent him to the eight people of the Instrument Sect, and said, "Carry him up." ”

The eight of them said in unison: "Yes." ”

Han Qiusheng was aggressive: "Mu Hefei didn't admit defeat, what does it mean to carry it down? If you want to carry it down, you can collectively admit defeat." ”

The black-cloaked monk said coldly, "It's too aggressive, isn't it?"

Han Qiusheng sneered: "I have an ancestral inheritance from the Instrument Sect, and I want the monks present to fight me to the death, but I think too much?"

looked at the Black Tiger Mother-in-law and asked the Black Tiger Mother-in-law what the Black Tiger Mother-in-law meant, and said, "I didn't admit defeat and couldn't step down." ”

The black-cloaked monk, helpless, said, "Eight of you, use spiritual power to repair his body, and I will kill them." ”

After speaking, the eight people operated the spiritual power injection, and Mu Hefei's body, the tattered abdomen, began to derive flesh and blood.

Han Qiusheng, with a solemn face, looked at the black-cloaked monk, the blow just now, it seemed to be nothing, but Han Qiusheng knew that in the mortal realm, the physical body was stronger than himself and had never seen it at all.

Wu Qingfeng was puzzled: "What is the origin of this person, his cultivation is only in the mortal realm, and he can strike a blow against the cold Qiusheng who attracts courage, which is really rare in the mortal realm." ”

Ao Qianyuan, his eyes were like torches, he saw some clues, and said: "The old woman of the black tiger, her eyes are similar to mine, I can see that it is unusual, she can too, with her, Han Qiusheng will be fine." ”

Wu Qingfeng muttered: "The gods are mysterious, don't say it, anyway, my second brother, I haven't been afraid of anyone in the mortal realm." ”

The spectator seat also began to discuss, "Mu Hefei and Haoyu are on the Xuan List of the Instrument Sect, why haven't you seen this person!"

"It's a ghost path to cultivate, and it should be a foreign aid invited by the Instrument Sect. ”

"It's even stronger than Han Qiusheng who attracts courage, who the hell is it!"

"Take off your cloak, take off your cloak.............................."

For the crowd in the spectator seats, they shouted "take off the cloak", and the black-cloaked monk turned a deaf ear.

He said coldly: "Han Qiusheng, it is you who are scattered today, and if you provoke the Instrument Sect, your life should come to an end." ”