The area where the two are fighting is full of swords.

The crazy two-armed dance knife, the giant knife the size of the door panel, in his hand was as light as the straw, maintaining an extremely fast speed, and Xu Mu's residual leaf knife, frantically attacking.

The battle between the knife and the knife is not fancy, and the test is which of the two has more spiritual power and which is more powerful.

In just a few breaths, the two have fought hard for hundreds of moves.

The crazy face no longer has the previous publicity, and the rest is only solemn.

At present, the seemingly deadlocked draw scene may only be known by the parties Xu Mu and Bai Mad who is better in the end.

"I use knives with both arms, and this Xu Mu can fight with me with one arm. If his other arm hadn't been broken, I'm afraid he would have been suppressed directly. ”

Feeling the huge trembling force from the hilts of the two palms, both of his arms were slightly numb.

Even if he is also a physical cultivator, there is a difference between strength and weakness, obviously, Xu Mu's physical body is still stronger than that of a madman.

As soon as this idea came out of the maniac's mind, he himself felt that it was false.

A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, he makes a living from the knife. Almost everyone cultivates in a variety of physiognomy baths that strengthen the body, and is assisted by body forging exercises.

Therefore, the strength of their physical bodies is well known in the entire cultivation realm.

Once you are close to the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, it represents a nightmare.

And he is crazy, as the chief disciple on the Dragon Gate list, he has been trained by the resources of the sect.

He could tear open the body of the Sixfold Heavenly Demon Beast with his bare hands.

Such a terrifying physical power makes the madness invincible in battle. Today, I actually felt the pressure in this Xu Mu who suddenly appeared.

It's a bit incredible.

Just when he was amazed, Xu Mu's knife momentum suddenly changed.

On the blade of the blade, which was condensed by residual leaves, a dazzling emerald green light suddenly erupted.

The original withered yellow leaf cutter was stunned and turned into a green leaf knife.

It is the blessing of Xu Mu's colorful spiritual root.

Blessing the power of the spiritual root to the remnant leaf spiritual technique, the power of this knife skyrocketed.

"Drink!" The excited shout came from Xu Mu's mouth, and his current state can be described in four words, that is, hearty.

Since he became a small cultivator in his body refinement, he had never encountered an existence that a fellow monk could compete with himself in terms of physical strength.

The collision of this absolute power made every inch of Xu Mu's muscles tremble with excitement.

In addition to being excited, Xu Mu unconsciously used all his strength.

Xu Mu, who completely broke out, is now like a rainbow.

With his strange wind-riding method, the remnant blade in his hand, which had been blessed by the spiritual root, turned into a wild beast.

The battle balance, which had been stalemate just now, was broken in an instant.

"Poof!" The wild knife, with the strength of Xu Mu's spare no effort, broke through the impermeable defenses of the madness.

On his left rib, a bright red wound remained.

"The madman is injured. ”

Outside the attic, Mu Yong's eyes lit up, he knew that in this kind of stalemate battle, whoever showed his disadvantage first would mean that he would be restrained in the next battle.

Focusing on Mu Yong in battle, he didn't find out.

A group of Qingmang Sect disciples led by a heroic woman had already stepped into Xiao Zhou Mountain at some point, and were quickly walking towards the pavilion where Xu Mu was.

They were all inner disciples of the Qingmang Sect, and after seeing the signal of the disciple guarding the mountain, they rushed over from the inner gate as soon as possible.

It's just a long way from that, and it took a little time.

And the female disciple who was the leader was the last of the four great lineage disciples of the Qingmang Sect, Zhu Lan.

From afar, Zhu Lan heard the sound of Xu Mu and Yu Madness, the sound of gold and iron attacking each other.

"Hurry up!"

After giving a command to the inner disciple behind him, Zhu Lan's figure quickly broke away from the team, and shot towards the attic at a speed far exceeding that of the inner disciple.

"Enjoyable!

In the battle field, under the frenzied ribs, the wound was overflowing with blood.

The madman who was injured by Xu Mu's knife not only did not show the slightest cowardice, but laughed wantonly, and the big knife in his hand swung more powerfully.

Wu Xiaoyue mentioned to Xu Mu before that this crazy man was a madman, and Xu Mu didn't care very much, but now that he sees this situation, he finally knows why he is called a madman.

It's just a dead guy.

"Hmph!" snorted coldly, Xu Mu didn't eat this set, he carried a residual leaf knife in his hand, and quickly expanded his advantage with the weirdness of riding the wind.

Now that the remnant blade in Xu Mu's hand has the blessing of the spiritual root, the power has completely suppressed the madness, not to mention, with the speed of his victory, it makes the madness even more exhausted.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!", "Poof!", ......

One wound after another, on the body of the madman, was constantly cut out.

In a few breaths, more than ten new scars were added to the original scarred body.

The thick smell of blood wafted out of the blood flowing from the wound, and now the madness is like a bloody man.

"Xu Mu is in trouble!" Above the attic, Wu Xiaoyue saw that Xu Mu suppressed his madness, but did not show the slightest joy, but her eyebrows were tightly locked, and her pretty face was full of sadness.

"Doesn't this guy feel pain?"

In the field, Xu Mu became more and more frightened, and in the end, his eyes were filled with an unreasonable look.

The dozen or so knives he slashed at the madman, although it was not fatal, it was definitely uncomfortable.

If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you are no longer able to resist.

But this madman, with scars all over his body, became more and more powerful, as if this body was not his.

There must be a demon when it is abnormal, so Xu Mu is keenly aware of a trace of danger.

"What is this pervert?"

Outside the attic, Mu Yong, who was watching this battle from afar, also had doubts in his heart, looking at the madness who was obviously covered in blood.

Instead, he laughed wildly from time to time, as if he didn't feel at all at a disadvantage.

Mu Yong's self-talk did not expect anyone to answer.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a female voice suddenly took over her words from his side and explained softly: "This is the secret technique of the Divine Sword Sect, the Blood Shadow Battle Song!"

Mu Yong hurriedly tilted his head and looked at the person who spoke up.

"Senior Sister Zhu Lan!"

A heroic female disciple, at some point, had already appeared beside him.

Nodding, it can be regarded as saying hello to Mu Yong, Zhu Lan, one of the four great inheritance disciples of the Qingmang Sect, has a heroic spirit that is rare for a woman on her not very beautiful face.

continued: "This madman cultivates the Blood Shadow Battle Song, the secret technique of fighting in blood, and using his own blood to stimulate infinite combat power, the more he is like this, the more dangerous it is. “

"And such crazy exercises?" Mu Yong obviously heard about the exercises practiced by the madman for the first time, and a look of astonishment appeared on his unkempt face.

"Senior Brother Mu, in the past half a year, I have been dedicated to dealing with the things explained by the head of the family, and I naturally pay less attention to the news on the Longmen list. Zhu Lan's gaze had already moved to the wild man who was laughing wildly in the field, and continued:

"This is the secret method given by the Divine Sword Gate after killing the first ninety-three masters of the Dragon Gate List. I heard that this bloody battle song is only passed down by one person in a generation, and it is a strange technique that kills a thousand enemies and loses eight hundred. “

"But...... It's incredibly powerful!"

"That's bad news. Hearing Zhu Lan's explanation, Mu Yong's brows were already deeply furrowed.