A pair of fist gloves was worn on his hand at some point, and it was a punch to the silver knife that slashed again, choking, and sparks flew everywhere.

The Fire Spirit Clan man didn't move, and Zi Lin's spirit knife flew out.

With his left hand, he pinched the law decision, and the flame spirit armor on his body flew out, turning into a ten-zhang ring flame, and circled towards Zi Lin in the air.

Zi Lin summoned back the spirit knife, held it with both hands, the spirit knife turned into three feet, and the handle fell into his hand.

The ring of fire quickly retracted, Zi Lin slashed down with a knife in both hands, 'chok', the imaginary cut did not appear, the ring of fire flew forward under the force, and Zi Lin's back to the ring of fire slammed into his back more quickly.

Turning sharply, he slashed out with all his strength again, and the ring of fire flew backwards again.

No matter how Zi Lin slashed, the ring of fire flew in the direction of the sword, and the closer his back got to the ring of fire, and the ring of fire was still shrinking, and when he wanted to take off into the air, it was too late to get out of the ring of fire.

Several fists smashed down from the top of his head, Zi Lin raised his knife to draw a knife circle, the fist was smashed, and at this moment, the ring of fire shrank to a foot, tightly encircling his waist.

The red light triumphed, and the flames rose.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out, and when the flames dissipated, only a spirit knife was left in place, and not a single bone ash remained.

The hearts of the Terran monks sank to the bottom, and the Fire Spirit Clan monks killed two people alone, even if it was like the first game, it was better to accept both defeats.

Now there are still four on the other side, and there are only two left on his side, and there is still one who has only metamorphosed into the middle stage of cultivation, how can this still have a chance of winning?

"Brother Zizhen, I have lost two games in a row, and I urgently need to strengthen the momentum of my human race, this time I will let you be a brother, and I will die or exhaust you. Dai Qinhe said to Mu Zizhen.

His expression was solemn and his words were sincere, if he didn't understand him as a person, Mu Zizhen would really believe it, which was obviously to pick soft persimmons and pinch them.

The monk on the opposite side fought two battles in a row, and his means and moves had been revealed, so his grasp of the opposite would naturally be much greater.

"Then thank you Brother Dai, I see that he consumes a lot of spiritual power, and I think it will be easier for you to win. Mu Zizhen said thank you, but his words were full of sarcasm.

Dai Qinhe's eyes flashed slightly, he stopped talking, and walked towards the Fire Spirit Clan monk.

With his right hand raised, he pressed it with a palm.

On the top of the head of the Fire Spirit Clan monk, a ten-zhang palm seal covered the pressure, and in the face of such might, he was not surprised at all.

The index finger stretched out and swirled against the palm print above his head, and a cone of flame shot straight out.

With a "whew", the spiritual power palm was pierced, and the flames spread rapidly, instantly covering the entire spiritual power palm, and the palm print was burned to cracks, and then the pieces dissipated.

One move failed, Dai Qinhe's face remained unchanged, his hands alternately slapped one palm after another, and the Dao Dao palm prints slapped towards the Fire Spirit Clan monk from all directions.

The latter bombarded each other with fists, the two were not fancy, they were fast with hard encounters, and at the same time they stepped towards the middle, and the distance between the two sides was constantly shortened.

"It is worthy of the Dao body, the realm is obviously lower than the other party, and the speed of this shot is even better. An elder of the sect said with emotion.

"Not bad. ”

"Isn't the Dao body idle, not to mention Zhuozhou, even if Beihai Prefecture and Guangju Prefecture, how many Dao bodies are there in the past ten years. ”

"The Dao body is naturally in line with the Great Dao, and the same technique is faster and stronger to use. ”

As soon as he spoke, the distance between the two was only one foot, and a fist and a palm collided directly, 'bang', the spiritual power spread strongly, and the anti-shock force made the two retreat at the same time.

As soon as he stabilized his body, he rushed forward again, and shook hard again.

After a few rounds, both of them had bloody breath at the corners of their mouths.

"Bang"

Collided again, and the Fire Spirit Clan monk rose from the ground and flew out, and Dai Qinhe also slid backwards a few feet.

Dai Qinhe stabilized his body and was about to step forward to end the life of the Fire Spirit Clan monk, when a voice sounded in his head, "Okay, stop in moderation, otherwise you will die at the hands of the next Fire Spirit Clan monk." ”

As soon as his body straightened, a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground, and he also lost his combat strength.

Mu Zizhen frowned, others may not know, but a few golden threads circulated in his pupils, and he clearly saw that Dai Qinhe's spiritual power was still seventy percent, and at most his internal organs were slightly injured, so he would not lose his combat power!

Then a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and he understood his plan.

This scene happened to be seen by Dai Qinhe, and he thought that Mu Zi was really laughing at his lack of strength.

Mu Zizhen didn't rush forward, but looked at Shi Feng and said, "Which Taoist friend has a sword-shaped spiritual weapon, borrow it from the younger brother." ”

The Terran monk didn't give up hope for him in the first place, but now he looked at a dead man.

In the face of everyone's eyes, Mu Zizhen was unmoved, and still looked at the crowd on the peak with a smile.

"I have one here, and the little brother has taken it. A six-rank sect elder said in a loud voice, and the sword flew down from the peak and hung in front of Mu Zizhen.

This is not an ordinary spirit weapon flying sword only a few inches long, this sword is the same as the ordinary people he came from, divided into hilt, scabbard, sword grid, sword body, sword spine, sword edge, and sword tip.

"Boom"

The blade was unsheathed, and a cold glow flashed.

Holding the blade flat, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Fire Spirit Clan monk, and said lightly: "One person or three people, you are free, I will take it." ”

"Wow..."

With such wild words, the Terran monks were in an uproar, if it was not as good as the two deaths and two serious injuries before, but with the experience of the past, they dared to be so arrogant, they simply did not know the height of the sky.

"Rampant, let me kill you, remember that my name is Huo Xingzhong. "A Fire Spirit Clan monk stepped forward and was at the peak of his transformation, and in addition to him, there were two others left in the late stage of transformation.

"Shh

A whistle is Mu Zizhen's answer.

"The kid is looking for death. The Fire Spirit Clan monk was furious, and with a loud roar, he stretched out his left hand and pulled his right hand back.

A flame spirit bow appeared out of thin air, and with a string sound, a flame arrow shot towards Mu Zizhen, as fast as lightning.

The two sides were only a hundred feet together, and the arrows were coming in an instant.

There was no movement in the whole body, no dodging or swinging a sword to resist, only a slight arc of the wrist swing.

"Ding"

The tip of the sword stabbed straight into the tip of the arrow, and it was really too much to say that the stabbing was too much, because Mu Zizhen didn't make a stabbing action at all, but it was like an arrow that was aimed at the tip of the sword and hit it himself.

The flame arrows shattered, the spiritual power and strong wind spread, and Mu Zizhen's black hair flew backwards as if it had been blown up by a strong wind, and the robes drummed and hunted.

For three years, for three whole years, Mu Zizhen did not practice exercises and spells for a day, most of the time he studied his eyes with Yun Lao, and the rest of the time he practiced swordsmanship, and only practiced basic swordsmanship.

There is no way to do this, according to Yun Lao, his spirit body and spirit root are forcibly cast by the day after tomorrow, and they are not stable enough, so he is not allowed to cultivate.

If he doesn't teach exercises and techniques, he is not allowed to cultivate even the internal force of the mundane, and he must wait until his spiritual root and spiritual body are completely in line with his body.

Mu Zizhen's eyes have four colors, black and white are the colors of ordinary people, when the whites of the eyes turn red, the combat power will increase several times, when the pupils turn golden, the thoughts will be unprecedentedly quiet, the spiritual sense will increase several times, and subtle spiritual power fluctuations can be observed.

When the eyes turn into bloody golden pupils, the combat power is increased tenfold, and the spiritual sense reaction is ten times sharper, and the spiritual power trajectory of the spell can be seen clearly.

In the past three years, the two of them have exhausted their means, and they can't completely fade the color when using the bloody eye golden pupil, and they can only barely control it, such as the previous pupil distribution golden wire.