Mu Zizhen was like a humanoid beast, and he didn't dodge or dodge and directly collided with a mountain clan monk.

One was seven feet tall, and the other was two feet tall, like a rock.

No matter how you look at it, it's all grasshoppers shaking the tree, and they can't do it.

But the results were shocking.

The two collided without any fancy, and with a muffled bang, the mountain clansmen who were more than two feet tall vomited blood and flew upside down, knocking down three clansmen in a row before rolling to the ground.

The brown crystal armor shattered, and the bones clicked and snapped.

"Shhhhh

Whether it is the human race or the mountain race, they all gasped, this is still a human? It is simply a Jindan fierce beast.

The Mountain Clan is not only huge, but its physical strength is far several times greater than that of the Terrans.

But Mu Zizhen broke common sense, what kind of physical strength is this? Not to mention the shattering of the spirit armor, he was almost killed on the spot.

Taking advantage of the fact that the three mountain clan monks were knocked down, Mu Zizhen swung his sword in his right hand three times.

Three inch-long sword qi pierced the eyebrows of the three people, and the red and white things splashed.

Several attacks also smashed towards Mu Zizhen at this time, and he only dodged two before being hit by the remaining attacks.

People are like leather balls, smashed and rolled from side to side.

Seeing this situation, the mountain tribesmen breathed a sigh of relief, the battle of the races is about life and death, and there has never been mercy.

Twenty more attacks arrived.

Inside the shield, the Terran monks were dumbfounded, and no one believed that Mu Zi could really survive this kind of attack.

What's more, he didn't have armor and didn't cast defensive spells.

"Little Uncle Ancestor..."Bing Jiaoyan's eyes were red, and she cried out in grief.

Her heart tingled, and at this moment she realized that the ruffian boy was actually not so annoying.

The ground was blasted out of a pit dozens of feet deep, and the earth and gravel shot indiscriminately.

"Ahem..."

The sound of coughing came from the bottom of the pit, and Mu Zizhen half-knelt on the ground, his body rising and falling violently.

As he coughed, puffs of blood spurted out.

Careless, according to his idea, the attack can be avoided if it can be avoided, and if it can't be avoided, it will be resisted, and the sword will be released to kill the enemy as quickly as possible.

"Is this impossible?" a mountain tribesman shouted, his voice trembling slightly, not knowing whether he was shocked or frightened.

On the other hand, on the side of the human race, although they vomited blood, and the blood surged back, they were all smiling like a heavy burden.

Mu Zizhen was not in a hurry to get up, and waved the sword in his right hand diagonally, and a semicircular sword qi shot out from the bottom of the pit.

A mountain clan monk roared wildly, and then jumped up, his head and feet, his fists flashed, like a meteorite smashing into Mu Zizhen at the bottom of the pit.

When the sword qi arrived, more than a dozen mountain clansmen hurriedly resisted, and the spirit armor Cui sent it to the extreme, not to mention, but also attacked with a fist or palm.

However, it had no effect, it was still slashed out, and any attack was easily broken as long as it touched the sword qi.

The mountain clan monk smashed his fists in the air, and Mu Zizhen's legs jumped up with the same force.

Just as the Mountain Clan's monks were about to smash their fists into his head, an arc of thunder exploded in his back.

The body moved forward two feet in life, narrowly avoiding both fists.

Holding the sword in his left hand and making a fist with his right hand, the fist is retracted up to the neck and the tip of the elbow is raised.

"Eight poles top elbow. ”

Mu Zizhen drank violently and hit the Zhongshan Yue clan monk in the chest with an elbow.

Half of his elbow pierced into his chest, and a spiritual force was urged, the meridians were twisted inch by inch, and the sound of bone cracking sounded intensively.

Without waiting for the mountain clan monk to unload the smashing force, Mu Zizhen raised his leg high and kicked the corpse out with a bang.

rumble

Mu Zizhen landed steadily on the edge of the pit.

The surrounding dozen or so mountain clan monks actually took a few steps back in unison.

After a few face-to-face fights, they were shocked by Mu Zizhen's thunderous methods.

"Ahh

Three steps away, a palm was pushed out, and an earthen wall appeared out of thin air in front of him, and it quickly grew larger.

In an instant, it turned into a huge wall.

The other mountain clan monks also reacted, and one after another brown spiritual light came out of their bodies, all of which merged into the giant wall.

The huge wall, which was still a little illusory, accompanied by the convergence of spiritual power, became more and more condensed and thicker, and then fell like a mountain cliff, wanting to flatten Mu Zizhen.

Mu Zizhen didn't dare to be careless, this had to be compacted, although it would not be fatal, but it was also delusional to break free in a short time.

This is an attack triggered by more than a dozen mountain clan monks together, and it will be suppressed below for a while and a half, but it can happen very uncertainly.

The toes are a little on the ground, the body is slightly tilted back and the ground is slid back, and the left hand is thrown, and the frost front floats in front of him.

"Star Scarlet Swordplay, give it to me. ”

At this moment, Mu Zizhen was thoughtless, there was only a sword in the center of his brain in his eyes, and only one belief, fly out for me.

The giant wall was pressed down, and the distance was getting closer and closer, which was the result of Mu Zizhen's continuous retreat.

But Frost Feng only trembled, and there was no tendency to shoot out at all.

"Ahh ”

Mu Zi roared from the bottom of his heart, nearly half of the whites of his eyes turned blood, his heart moved in unison, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Airplanes...

The sword roared, and the frost blade turned into a streamer of light and stabbed out.

Imperial objects, the symbol of the Jindan period, the reason why the Jindan monks can fly in the sky is not because they have the ability to fly, but because they carry the body.

If you want to fly away without borrowing foreign objects, you can get the Yuan Infant Realm.

Metamorphosis and natal realm monks can attack with spiritual weapons, but that's just the particularity of the technique, and it's really far-fetched to say that the imperial weapon is really far-fetched.

You can't be flexible, let alone manned.

But Mu Zizhen relied on his strong spiritual sense, special spirit species, and a little bit of heavenly swordsmanship, he barely managed to do all this, not an ordinary imperial envoy spiritual weapon, but almost the same as the Jindan Imperial Weapon.

Bang.

The blade of the sword pierced into the wall, leaving only half of the hilt behind.

With the hilt of the sword as the center, the cracks spread, and the giant wall only paused for a moment and continued to press down.

It's a long story, but it's happening in a flash.

Since the giant wall was formed, it has only been two breaths.

Mu Zi really wanted to make the flying sword stab again, but the wall was already above his head, and there was no time.

Turn your upper body, face the wall with your left body, press down on your left leg and take a lunge with your right leg, while raising your left shoulder and tilting it to the right.

rumble

The momentum is like the sky falling, looking at it from Mu Zizhen's perspective, the wall covers the sky and the sun.

"Hmm!"

With a muffled snort, Mu Zizhen was pressed to the ground, covering his chest with mud, his legs trembling violently, and his face was congested with blood and blood vessels.

"Ground Fixing. ”

The mountain clansmen who had been slashed by the sword qi before relieved themselves, and the brown spiritual light skyrocketed, and the spiritual power shot from their feet into the ground.

Click...

The ground is under the effect of a spell.

It turns from grayish-black to golden-brown, and the earth turns into goldstone.

The surging force squeezed towards Mu Zizhen's body under his chest.

He could hear the creaking of skeletal muscles, blood surging up in the lower half of his body, beads of blood oozing from his pores.

The mission swallowed the reverse blood that had reached his throat, which made him instantly hold back his internal injuries, but he had to do so, he was worried that every internal organ in his mouth would fly out.

Even though the pain was abnormal, he didn't even dare to moan.

The wings of his nose dilated sharply, and his right hand clenched and slammed into the hilt of the sword.