After only half an hour, Mu Zizhen felt locked by a spiritual sense.

Stopped in a wasteland, turned around and said backwards: "Which Taoist friend is following behind, please come out!"

"Oh, how can you, a natal monk, spot me?" said an old man from behind a boulder a mile away.

"What do you mean by following me?"

"Why can't you enter the city? Take off your mask and let the old man see it. ”

Mu Zi's heart sank, the old Taoist robe was embroidered with a crescent moon pattern, which was the mark of the Shadow Moon Sect, it seemed that the search at the city gate was only to startle the snake, and there were monks who secretly paid attention to suspicious people.

You can't hide, you can only bet that it's not you who they're looking for.

Slowly take off the mask, revealing a resolute face.

"Sure enough, it's you, handing over something will make you die a happy death. The old man's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"Hmph! After the old man finished speaking, his spiritual power was reversed, and a fireball flew out of his sleeve robe.

Mu Zizhen raised his eyebrows, in the middle of Jindan.

The fireball lengthened in the wind, blinking into a tabletop-sized smash.

Frost Blade flew out and stabbed the fireball with a snort.

burst

As soon as Frost Feng passed through the fireball, several flames exploded, and the fireball shook violently, but the speed continued to roll and smash towards Mu Zizhen.

"Scattered"

As Mu Zizhen's voice fell, a thunderbolt exploded, and the fireball that flew forward at great speed paused in the air, and then exploded like a watermelon, and the sword qi flew in all directions.

It turned out that Frost Feng did not simply pierce the fireball, but at the moment of passing, a sword qi remained inside the fireball, and the thunder spirit power was injected with all its might, causing the sword qi to explode unsteadily.

The front can't be resisted, so you can only start from the inside.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and the spell was broken by a mid-natal boy, although it was just a casual blow, his face was a little unbearable.

Holding the magic trick in his hand, the red mangs around him were sheng, and one by one the flame birds flew out of him, chirping and screaming directly at Mu Zizhen, there were hundreds, and the flying shot was connected like a fire cloud.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the spirit yuan power was transferred to the extreme, and the wrist shook with a sharp swing of the frost blade, and there was a sword roar, and dozens of sword qi slashed out.

The firebird sword qi condensed into the air, countless fire rains fell, and the sword qi was instantly submerged, and the number of firebirds was too many.

When the sword qi dissipated, there were still hundreds of firebirds that continued to shoot at Mu Zizhen.

With a wave of his hand, the frost front swept forward ten zhang, and the sword qi was stimulated and turned into a zhang xu rotating in the air, forming a sword wheel in front of Mu Zizhen.

"Boom..."

The firebird hit the sword wheel and exploded violently, the sword wheel kept retreating and the rotation speed became slower and slower, several firebirds hit the sword wheel together, and the explosion sound was more violent, and the sword wheel collapsed and the frost front flew back.

The rest of the firebirds crashed directly into Mu Zizhen, holding a sharp sword hand and swinging it into a Dao Phantom, the firebirds were cut one by one, but a few more directly hit his body and exploded.

Mu Zizhen snorted and flew backwards, flying out of thirty zhang before stumbling to the ground.

A spell was made several times before it could be resisted, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he was slightly injured.

His physical body was equivalent to the fierce beast in the early stage of the Jindan, and the refined Desolate Body Pill had not yet had time to take it.

The further you go in cultivation, the greater the gap between each small realm.

As soon as he stabilized his body, Mu Zizhen raised his sword and rushed forward, and now there is only a glimmer of life in the battle, otherwise he will only become a target and be consumed alive.

The old man saw him rushing forward and smiled contemptuously, a red spirit armor flashed on his body, and the magic trick was pinched out, and hundreds of firebirds shot out.

The golden and red threads appeared in Mu Zizhen's eyes, and the firebirds that shot at him seemed to be a little slower.

The black silk of the soul in the sea of consciousness was slightly shocked, and it was injected into the frost front along the meridians along with the spiritual yuan power.

The arm was raised high, and three swords were slashed out in a row, and three long sword qi flew out of the blade.

Dao Dao chopsticks were thick and thunder was rushing on the sword qi.

rumble

The sword qi did not directly cut through the firebird, but exploded with the firebird.

The zhang long sword qi instantly shattered into dozens of inch-long sword qi, and the bizarre thing was that these inch-long sword qi did not splash along the blast wave of the explosion, but converged into a torrent and stabbed at the firebird behind.

Each sword qi pierced through a firebird's head with precision.

The firebirds exploded like fireworks, and the brown ground was charred black.

Everything happened in a flash of light, this blow was obviously beyond the old man's expectations, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "This is impossible!"

The mid-natal monk, a head-on blow to the mid-stage monk of the Jindan, what kind of combat power is this?

Mu Zizhen passed through the rain of fire at great speed, his robe was burned by the flames, his skin was roasted red, and he didn't use the slightest spiritual power to resist it.

"This can't be!" the old man exclaimed in horror for the second time.

You must know that this flame is condensed by his magic, and it is easy to melt gold fossils, but now there are people who resist with their physical body unscathed, if the realm is high, it is just that, but it is lower than his realm.

Is this a man or a beast? Where did this evil come from?

The old man's thoughts turned to his hand without hesitation, "Flame Lion." ”

The spiritual power surging in front of him converged, and in an instant, a five-zhang giant lion appeared, and the mane hunting lion's mouth was violent.

"Roar"

Like a living creature letting out a lion's roar, it kicked all fours and pounced straight at Mu Zizhen.

Hmm, Frost Feng was shot out by Mu Zizhen and thrust into the forehead of the Flame Lion.

The flaming lion that was soaring at high speed slapped its front paws, snapped, and the flying sword shot towards the sky.

The speed of the fire lion did not decrease, and the huge mouth of the volley was wide open, and the sharp teeth condensed by the flames were feet long.

Mu Zizhen was on the side of his body, narrowly avoiding this bite, which was about to be bitten and seriously injured on the spot with the strength of his physical body.

At the moment when the two of them staggered, Mu Zizhen jumped up, his left leg was straight, his right knee was raised, and he puffed against the belly of the Flame Lion.

A lion's tail swept towards him at the same time.

The right arm bent and subconsciously lifted up, and with a snap, Mu Zizhen was pumped and flew out, and the flame lion pounced abruptly to the front, and was thrown upwards several feet by a knee.

"Whew"

The Flame Lion let out a howl of pain, and a flame erupted from the lion's mouth, chasing after Mu Zizhen's upside-down figure.

"The sword falls. ”

At the moment of life and death, it depends on who can take the lead, and Mu Zizhen flew in the middle of the imperial envoy Frost Feng stabbed down from above.

Rumble... burst

The two voices sounded at the same time, Mu Zizhen was wrapped in flames and flew upside down at a faster speed, while the frost blade stabbed out from the top of the Flame Lion's head, the tip of the sword penetrated through the jaw, and the Flame Lion's wail slowly dissipated.

bang

Mu Zizhen fell to the ground, his right arm was completely unconscious, his forearm bone was directly broken, and his face and chest were full of fist blisters, which was extremely terrifying, which was caused by the high temperature.

He opened his mouth and spit out a puff of black smoke, and he didn't have time to ignore the injuries on his body and continued to raise his sword and rush forward.

At this moment, Mu Zizhen's eyes were only calm, and the frost blade floated to his side.

With his left hand pointing at the old man, there was a sword roar, and the frost blade turned into a silver ray and stabbed the old man.

Mu Zizhen was thoughtless, even the old man disappeared in his eyes, and there was only one belief in his heart, this sword is divided into life and death, this is his will and the will of the sword.

When people and swords, mind, divine will, and killing intent are figured out, it is for the will of the Tao and the will of the sword.