After a few breaths, Nangong Qingtian was still struggling to resist, while Mu Liangsheng's body underwent abnormal changes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw that the blood spots in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the silver blood bar on the blood-drinking sword also slowly sank and began to fall back like a low tide.

Mu Liangsheng's movements also slowed down at this time, and the blood-drinking sword suddenly turned into a heavy sword again, and Mu Liangsheng seemed to be unable to lift it when he held it.

Nangong Qingtian, who was retreating, saw the scene in front of him, and his eyes showed a sinister smile, this strong Mu Liangsheng finally couldn't do it.

"Mu Liangsheng, it's time for me to make a move!"

Nangong Qingtian's retreating footsteps suddenly stopped, waved his palms, and quickly attacked Mu Liangsheng, although his palm speed was not as fast as at the beginning, but compared with the current Mu Liangsheng, the two were simply incomparable.

The other party is fast, his palm is strong, Mu Liangsheng was injured again, and he was also carrying a heavy sword, it can be said that the two of them at this time are not on the same level at all.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mu Liangsheng to receive another palm, and after one palm, blood spilled on his clothes.

"Ho...... Another slap in the face!"

"It's broken! Mu Liangsheng is really going to lose!"

There was an uproar in the audience......

Not only the little people in the audience, but even those masters were panicked.

"Even Mu Liangsheng can't beat him, is the Demon Sect going to make waves on the rivers and lakes again?" Situ Hongyu in the audience said with a solemn expression.

And Zhuo Yifan wanted to rush up several times, but was stopped by Huya, and seeing that the current situation was not very good, he began to struggle to rush to the stage again.

The little monk with Huya next to him clung to him tightly, not wanting him to do the dangerous thing of hitting a stone with an egg.

However, Nangong Qingtian did not stop his offensive because Mu Liangsheng received a palm, on the contrary, he immediately raised his palms again, and the blue flame palm knife once again emitted a dazzling light.

"Eat me again!" Nangong Qingtian suddenly burst into a shout, and the blue flame palm knife slapped wildly.

Mu Liangsheng had just received a slap, and the wound on his chest had not stopped, and at this time, the other party was hitting like a storm.

"Smack!"

Mu Liangsheng's chest was slapped again in an instant.

"Poof!"

Immediately afterward, another mouthful of blood spurted out, apparently not lightly injured.

With this mouthful of blood spurting out, everyone in the audience was in an uproar, and those masters who participated in the Huangya Bang competition couldn't help but stand up.

Seeing that he hit with another palm, Nangong Qingtian showed a sinister smile again, and his arrogant expression seemed to say, who else should I leave the rivers and lakes!

And before his smile faded, the blood that Mu Liangsheng spurted out of his mouth completely sprayed onto the blood-drinking sword.

With the contamination of blood stains, the blood-drinking sword trembled slightly, and the blood stains on the sword's body were like a spoonful of hot oil, puffing up "nourishing" blood stain bubbles.

At the same time, the hot blood stains were absorbed by the sword body, and a small amount of white glow was emitted.

The weak Mu Liangsheng, with dim pupils, suddenly glowed red at this time, followed by the silver lines in the middle of the sword body, jumped a finger high, and the weak and rickety body of Mu Liangsheng also rose sharply, exuding a bloody aura from top to bottom, although it was very light, but it did exist.

Looking at Mu Liangsheng's strange appearance, Nangong Qingtian, who was the leader of the Demon Sect, couldn't help but shrink his eyes, he was also a well-informed person, he could see that Mu Liangsheng in front of him instantly seemed to be possessed by something. That terrifying expression was no less than the bloody corpse he fed.

"Whoa......

Before Nangong Qingtian's mind could be put away, Mu Liangsheng's head suddenly flicked, and his blood-red eyes suddenly looked at him, and it was that kind of bloodthirsty expression.

This made Nangong Qingtian gasp again, and secretly wondered: "Mu Liangsheng, could it be that I have gone mad?"

Looking at this amazing scene, everyone in the audience instantly felt a feeling of suffocation, such a bloodthirsty look, like a possessed demon, made people frightened.

Just when everyone was surprised, Mu Liangsheng's red pupils suddenly flashed, and the sound of the blood-drinking sword in his hand sounded, and then with a wave of the long sword, the whole person rushed out like a cheetah.

And the target that rushed to him was Nangong Qingtian, who was five steps away from him.

"Whew!"

Before the two of them met each other, the swirling blood-drinking sword had already swung six or seven times, and before and after, there were only two short breaths, and the speed was really amazing.

And this time Mu Liangsheng's offensive was not even stronger than the previous attack when the blood-drinking sword touched the blood stains on the bluestone.

Judging from the silver lines of the blood-drinking sword, it was only half a finger high, but now it was a finger high, twice as high.

It can be seen how fierce and fierce the power of this time is!

Suddenly, seeing Mu Liangsheng's fierce offensive was diametrically opposed to the previous situation of being passively beaten, which made Nangong Qingtian have to do his best to deal with it.

The vigorous palm was bent into a claw, and the sharp claw swung through the air, leaving behind claw shadows that flashed and disappeared.

The sword shadow and the claw shadow struck each other, dissipating in the air in an instant, and then, the two gathered to fight, and it was difficult to separate.

"Huh!"

"Whew!"

"Bang ......"

Nangong Qingtian's claws swayed endlessly, Mu Liangsheng's blood-drinking sword rolled endlessly, and as soon as the two of them connected their sword claws, the surrounding air waves exploded, and the scene was extremely unpredictable.

The blood-drinking sword in Mu Liangsheng's hand waved the red glow of the sword body, and the sword aura became more and more powerful.

Just when Nangong Qingtian was losing and retreating, Mu Liangsheng's pupils dilated, and a burst of powerful sword qi followed.

Nangong Qingtian waved his palm power, and the palm shadow converged into a protective cover. However, the Blood Drinking Sword was too domineering, and it was approaching it at great speed.

"Bang!"

A loud bang shattered his Xuan Qi light shield, and the voice was high-pitched and loud, shocking everyone present, and their heads suddenly buzzed.

Looking at Nangong Qingtian again, as soon as the Xuan Qi light broke, the whole person was instantly shocked out by the sword qi, and his body was still flying back, and the sword wind that followed instantly rushed towards his chest.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his whole body fell on the bluestone.

For a moment, everyone was stunned and didn't have time to react.

Seeing that it was Nangong Qingtian who was injured this time, it took a long time for everyone to react, and a burst of cheers burst out in an instant.

However, all this did not stop, Mu Liangsheng still swung his sword and attacked, which made Nangong Qingtian, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and he didn't care about the injury, slapped the ground with his right palm, and his body leaned back, suddenly like a spring, and bounced up from the ground again.

But in the face of Mu Liangsheng's powerful blood-drinking sword, he felt that he no longer had the ability to attack, and only parrying and blocking was the best strategy.

The body of the blood-drinking sword swayed endlessly, and the sword body continued to phantom out, like a storm sweeping the fallen leaves, and flew towards Nangong Qingtian at great speed. (To be continued.) )