"Hmm, three thousand one hundred and ninety, I don't know how many rankings I can rank in this result?" Mu Yu muttered in his mouth, and with a flip of his right hand, he put away the demon hunting card. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, when Mu Yu was about to continue to hide, suddenly three monks were in front of him, staring at him with a slight stunned gaze.

Mu Yu blinked, pretending to be casual and passing by in front of the three of them.

......

Boom!Boom~~

Several magic weapons swept over, and an inevitable fierce battle finally came.

Somehow, the three people who were originally fighting heartyly actually aimed their targets at Mu Yu, and seemed to be angered by the latter's "scavenging" approach.

Mu Yu weighed the bricks in his hand, and called directly to a foundation building monk, and the silver-white magnetism and electricity suddenly crackled, sweeping out like a spider web, covering the foundation building monk, accompanied by a miserable scream, all over his body turned into a wisp of red smoke, slowly disappearing into the void.

When the other two saw the terrible appearance of this foundation building monk, they were immediately shocked, their scalps tingled, and as the shouts came out, their shields and shields rose one after another.

Mu Yu sneered, took a step forward, held the Yuan tile in his right hand, and quickly pinched it with his left hand, and when he stretched out, it was a big cyan hand, like a flying dragon circling out.

One of the supernatural powers recorded in the "Dragon Crouching Tiger Demon Sutra", the Great Mudra of the Dragon!

Click!

The big cyan hand suddenly pressed, hitting the small silver light shield, and the powerful force directly caused the silver light small shield to disintegrate inch by inch.

At the same time, the Yuan Tile in Mu Yu's right hand slapped at another foundation building monk, and hundreds of millions of yuan of magnetic lightning suddenly erupted, wrapped in silver bricks, and slapped his skull to pieces.

Absolute spike!

Under the attack of the Yuan Tile Brick, this foundation building monk couldn't even resist it for a single round!

"Escape!" Looking at the scene of the disintegration of the small silver shield, this foundation building monk was so frightened that his face turned pale, and when he saw another foundation building monk, his head was rotten like a watermelon, he lost all his fighting spirit, and immediately took control of a sword, and was about to fly through the air, but saw an oppressive black shadow flying above his head.

Burst!

A brick was slapped, and the head of this foundation-building monk was also like a rotten watermelon, splashing fishy brains and blood everywhere.

Mu Yu stretched out his left hand expressionlessly, and violently squirted out a suction force, holding the storage bags of the three fallen foundation building monks in the palm of his hand.

Three demon hunting cards swiped their own demon hunting cards, and the original value of "three thousand one hundred and ninety" suddenly skyrocketed upwards and became the value of "five thousand two".

Mu Yu's eyes lit up, and there was a hint of joy, "Sure enough, this is the fastest way to increase the value on the demon hunting card......"

After muttering in his mouth, Mu Yu slowly raised his head and found that he had entered the sight of many people. There is fear, murderous intent, and fear.

Obviously, the fighting scene just now was clearly seen by many people.

Mu Yu smiled slightly, looked at the bearded man holding a giant axe, walked slowly with a cold face, weighed the yuan tile in his hand, and rushed over without fear like a flood beast.

Bang!

The two black shadows slammed into the ground, rushing into the air in unison, slamming together in the void.

After a while, two black shadows staggered and landed on the ground, and the bearded man retreated a few steps, but looking at Mu Yu, he only trembled slightly three times.

Judge from above!

"Are you a Refining Body Stream Cultivator?" the bearded man was full of surprise.

"A dual-stream cultivator who refines the body and refines the qi. Mu Yu smiled, and his smile was cold.

The bearded man's eyes flashed, although he was refining the airflow realm, only in the middle stage of foundation building, but the refining body flow realm was comparable to the powerhouse at the peak of foundation building, two by two, even in the face of the monks in the late stage of foundation building, there was eighty percent certainty of victory.

And the young man in front of him, in the realm of qi refining, also belongs to the middle stage of foundation building, and the two are almost the same. However, judging from the round just now, he obviously lost a chip, so doesn't it mean that the other party is much higher than him in the realm of body refining?

...... How old is he?

If you don't take Dingyan Pill, looking at its appearance, it is no different from a young man in his twenties. According to the calculation of the five hundred years of life of the foundation monk, one hundred and thirty or forty years old is equal to the age of a mortal in his twenties, that is to say, the young man in front of him is about a hundred years old.

Think about the fact that I was close to the age of 80 before I successfully built the foundation, and at the age of 270, I broke through the middle stage of foundation building...... The bearded man suddenly felt bitter in his heart.

Seeing the silent appearance of the bearded man, Mu Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly, he took a step, holding the Yuan Tile in his hand, and slapped it towards his head fiercely.

The bearded man hurriedly retracted his thoughts, hurriedly raised the giant axe in his hand, and drew a beautiful axe.

The snow-white arc flew through the void, beckoning towards the lower three roads of the pastoral language.

Mu Yu pinched up a spirit seal, turned into a dark golden giant palm, slapped the ground fiercely, and with the help of this shock force, he flew into the air, dodging the sharp blow of the snow-white arc.

Bang!

The Yuan tile flew out of his hand and slammed into the ground where the bearded man was standing.

The bearded man rolled on the grass in embarrassment, and the dirt splashed all over him.

Suddenly, the bearded man let out a low snort, and he didn't know what spell he muttered in his mouth, and the giant axe gradually condensed into a hideous silver wolf, exuding a cold aura.

Laugh at!

As the bearded man steadily swung the giant axe in his hand into a downward slashing posture, he saw the silver wolf rushing towards Mu Yu with his mouth wide open.

Mu Yu pinched his left hand, his face slapped forward with a cold face, and the cyan giant hand became a real dragon lying in a cross-lying position, and his five fingers were erected and grabbed it.

As soon as the claws were torn, I saw that the silver wolf's body had collapsed a lot, however, the silver wolf still shattered the dragon snatching handprint and rushed to the face of Mu Yu in an instant.

"Although your body refining kung fu is very powerful, it seems that you haven't fully comprehended such a supernatural power. Seeing that the silver wolf was tearing apart the giant arm of the green dragon like a mighty man, the bearded man suddenly became relieved, and laughed a few times proudly.

Mu Yu snorted, and the majestic mana at the dantian was continuously instilled into the Yuan tiles, and the dazzling silver-white magnetoelectricity erupted in an instant, forming a magnetic grid like a spider web, and shrouded towards the silver wolf.

Sneer~~

Although the Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity derived from the Yuan Magnetic Tile is not the strongest power that can overcome the Five Elements in the real sense, but it also contains a bit of the charm and power of the real Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity.

Boom!

The giant axe and the yuan tile inevitably collided together, and as soon as the two collided slightly, there was a dull sound, and then the sound became louder and louder, faintly mixed with the sound of thunder and lightning, and it hurt to puncture people's eardrums.

Mu Yu turned his palm into a fist and smashed it fiercely at the eyebrows of the bearded man.

As soon as the bearded man gritted his teeth, raised his hand and patted it, as soon as his fist struck, there were invisible ripples, which spread out like ripples in all directions.

Bang!bang......

The fists kept smashing out like raindrops, and each impact made the bearded man's face turn white, and in the end, a slight bone cracking sound came out in the middle of the collision between the two.

The bearded man's body shook, and the aura on the surface of the giant axe dimmed a little.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Yu unceremoniously swung the brick and smashed the giant axe, and then the yuan tile in his hand came out of his hand, slapping half of the bearded man's arm into a cloud of blood mist.

"Ah......" A miserable scream suddenly came out, and the bearded man, who was full of confidence before, lost an arm in the blink of an eye, looked at the yuan tile that he took the second shot, and suddenly his soul was scattered.

Burst!

At the last moment, a wisp of primordial spirit instantly came out of the body and detached from the body. That is, in the next second, the bearded man's body was blown into tiny blood droplets by thousands of yuan magnetic god electricity, and they shot out all over the sky.

"One day, I will repay the wounds I have done ten times today!" the terrible cry echoed through the heavens and the earth.

When Mu Yu heard this, he suddenly smiled indifferently, patted the storage bag, sacrificed the jade water hyacinth, and hung in the air to aim at the Yuan Shen of the bearded man.

Suddenly, there was a buzz in the void, and a powerful suction force instantly descended on the primordial spirit of the bearded man, and quickly pulled towards the jade water hyacinth.

"Unfortunately, I won't give you this chance. Mu Yu murmured softly, his sleeve robe shook, and a gloomy little banner quietly appeared in his palm.

"Refining the ghost flag, go!" issued a faint low shout, and as soon as the pastoral hand pinched the trick, the refining ghost banner soared in the void instantly, and when it wrapped the original spirit of the bearded man, it changed back to its original state in the blink of an eye, and flew into the sleeve robe of the pastoral language.

......

The scuffle was still going on, and as time passed quickly, almost more than half of the monks in the Demon Hunting Land were involved.

Soon, night came, and the moon, as round as a plate, slowly rose from the skyline, and the cool and bright moonlight shone and fell, casting a mysterious and holy color on the buds and leaves.

The smell of blood is pungent, and the shouts of killing are endless!

The woods, which were originally leafy, were mostly destroyed by the cultivators, and turned into a scorched land that howled endlessly.

After fighting for half a day, everyone was exhausted. Even the pastoral language felt a sense of tiredness.

According to Mu Yu's previous prediction, such a large-scale fight should only happen on the fifth and last day, but it is not unfortunate that due to various reasons and accidents, this large-scale tragic battle was carried out one day earlier, and according to the current situation, it can be fought until the end of the demon hunting competition.

After a brief truce, they divided into different camps, and each other looked at their surroundings vigilantly.

And like Mu Yu, there are very few casual cultivators who fight alone, but without exception, they are all relatively strong and difficult hard stubbles, and most of them are at the peak of foundation building.

As for the monks surnamed Fang and the beautiful women in purple cloud shirts who participated in the assessment competition, he didn't see them.

What happened to them is nothing more than several possibilities, either they fell, or they were eliminated, or they were somewhere, and they didn't rush to wade into this troubled water......

In short, Mu Yu and the monk surnamed Fang are a group of people, they only have a simple transaction, they are not familiar with each other, they are dead or alive, and they don't care at all.

The thought turned, Mu Yu chewed the slightly bitter Huiling Pill, his dark eyes regained consciousness, two hands were inserted in his sleeve robe, and one right hand was holding the Yuan tile tightly in case of emergency.

The atmosphere was very quiet, there was a sense of weirdness and horror in the quiet, only the gasps of each other remained, and the sound of the leaves being blown by the wind to make a "rustling" sound.

I don't know when, an old man in a yellow robe stretched his legs, which suddenly made several monks around him become nervous, and leaned forward slightly, this kind of action, like a chain reaction, caused more people around these monks to tense up and began to move sharply.

Rumble!

Not long after, a yellow talisman burned violently in the void, turning into a yellow spirit palm, and slammed towards a mid-foundation building monk.

...... The fuse of the second fighting melee was born......

Mu Yu sighed, and was about to get up, but found a group of five Zhuji monks, quickly surrounding him, at the same time, the rest of the lone Zhuji monks were also besieged by one camp after another, except for a few strong people, almost within three rounds, they were bombarded into a ball of blood foam.

Mu Yu was in a daze, and the fighting method has reached now, it seems that the monks who formed the camp have begun to kill people like Mu Yu, who fight alone and are suspected of being fishermen, in addition, there is also a second reason for this: Lone monks like Mu Yu often have a very high cultivation and strong combat effectiveness, and the values in the demon hunting card will naturally not be less. First of all, it is the safest plan to eliminate this kind of lone monk and obtain the demon hunting value. It's a big deal to see that the situation is not good, and getting out of this melee is not without any gain.

Thinking of this, Mu Yu took a deep breath and looked at the five people with a cold face.

Syllable!

The yuan tile became larger, and with a hard shot, it directly smashed a top-grade Houtian Lingbao.

"Kill!" The powerful divine sense, like a sharp sword, slashed towards the mud pill palace of the five people in unison. Mu Yu's eyes widened, and he rushed to a monk who was in a trance, and the bricks wrapped in thousands of yuan of magnetic lightning slapped angrily, and the head was like a rotten watermelon, blood splashed everywhere, and the blood was bloody for a while.

The other four quickly came to their senses, and hurriedly recited the Purifying Mantra silently, and at the same time sacrificed the most powerful magic weapon in their hands, or spears, or broadswords, or swords.

But under the slapping of the Yuan tile tiles, it will either turn into scrap copper and rotten iron, or it will be blown away, and his spirituality will be greatly lost.

The power of this magic weapon, in the hands of Mu Yu, once again shows its might!

Burst!

The brick slapped down and slapped the head of a short monk into his chest, like a bulging ball of flesh, bloody and disgusting.

The long hair shawl of the pastoral language, dancing like a waterfall, he killed in all directions, a pair of clear black eyes glanced indifferently, like two sharp swords, making people dare not look directly.