Perhaps thinking that provoking the pastoral language was a very troublesome and fatal thing, the three foundation building monks hesitated for a while, then took a step and slowly retreated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mu Yu stared coldly at the backs of the three of them, until he disappeared from his sight, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is not afraid of the three of them joining forces to besiege him, it will be quite tricky and troublesome to fight in his current state.

Mu Yu slowly withdrew from the battlefield, drove the Qingfeng boat, and flew into the distance.

Sitting cross-legged on the Qingfeng boat, his crystal white face became like white jade due to swallowing the Beauty Pill, and as the injury gradually worsened, he looked even paler, and his eyebrows also revealed a sickly feeling of weakness.

Although the injury is not serious, it is an internal injury after all, not like an external injury, and it can be recovered in a day or in an instant, and it can become a tiger again.

Patting the storage bag, Mu Yu took out a few pills of healing pills and swallowed them, after a while, the original sickly paleness had a faint flush, and the pain caused by the dark injury in the body was also relieved a lot.

Sou!

Qingfeng Boat sped quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it left a long cyan ripple mark in the space, like a tail smoke, which gradually dissipated.

I don't know how long it flew, but the pastoral divine sense swept downward, and after a little hesitation, he drove the Qingfeng Boat and swooped down.

Laugh at~~

A blurry black shadow jumped down from Qingfeng Boat in an instant, and with a wave of his hand, he put this flying magic weapon into his sleeve robe.

Mu Yu walked to a bluestone, sat down cross-legged, pinched his hands in his hands, and began to run the exercises to regulate the dark diseases and injuries in his body.

Time passed slowly, and in a flash, the sun began to set towards the west, and the afterglow of the evening shone on the earth, adding a little coolness to the warm atmosphere.

Early tomorrow morning, the demon hunting competition will be over, and at that time, with the "forty-seven" value in the pastoral demon hunting card, even if it can't stabilize the first position, it can still be ranked in the top five. Without this worry, Mu Yu simply took a break and recovered from his injuries through a night of cultivation.

“...... Huh?" When the light blue evening scene replaced the orange-red color of the dusk, Mu Yu suddenly let out a soft sigh and opened his eyes suddenly.

The divine consciousness spread rapidly in the northeast direction, surging like a tide, extending for miles in the blink of an eye.

In the midst of a dense forest, there were seven foundation-building monks, divided into two groups to confront each other.

And around the battlefield, the area was slightly scorched, and there was a foul smell.

One of them was a middle-aged man, covered in scars, and beside him, there was a big man with a broken right arm, who seemed to be in a group.

Opposite the two of them, there were five monks whose strength was above the middle stage of foundation building, looking at the middle-aged man and the big man with a grim face. The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and the leader of them seemed to be a little impatient, and suddenly snorted, and said: "Hand over the demon hunting card, I can send mercy, Rao Er and wait for a life, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless, and when the time comes, pull out your primordial spirit, crush the soul, and don't enter the reincarnation!"

"Hmph, when the time comes, my second brother and I will take the initiative to dissolve, if we don't pull one or two people as backs, someone on our side will be a man in vain!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice without showing weakness.

"Big brother, there's no need to talk nonsense with them! If you want the demon hunting card in our hands, then let them fight with their lives!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" The green-shirted monk led by him sneered, shook his head indifferently, and immediately sacrificed seventy-seven and forty-nine swords, pinched a sword trick with one hand, and shot down towards the two of them.

Bang!bang~~

The big man picked up a huge knife, like a shield, and slashed it indiscriminately, and actually slashed more than 30 swords with a cold glow, and the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang also did not show weakness to sacrifice a magic weapon like a mallet, and with a slight wave, it sprayed out a beam of fire rainbow light in the sky.

"It's kind of capable. The green-shirted monk's lips curled, and he whispered lightly, the sword trick in his hand changed suddenly, and the forty-nine swords glowing with green mangs continued to split with three tricky and vicious arcs, and when he was less than three feet away from the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang and the big man, he suddenly changed his flight trajectory in space, and slashed towards the big man in a concentrated manner.

"Second brother, be careful!" The middle-aged monk surnamed Fang exclaimed, his eyes showed a hint of hesitation, he gritted his teeth, and did not launch any sharp rescue methods, but threw out more than a dozen low-level talismans towards the big man.

Feeling the fierce aura emanating from the forty-nine swords, the face of the big man suddenly turned pale, he shouted, and picked up the giant knife in his hand, like a shield, wandering around his body, forming a whirlpool.

Sneer~~

When countless sword qi spurted from the tip of the flying sword slashed into the whirlpool, the whirlpool shook violently several times, and it also stagnated for a few seconds.

However, it was during this gap that several sword qi slashed at the body of the big man, causing the aura released in his body to drop slightly, causing the power of the vortex to also decrease.

Whoosh!

Dozens of swords were like swimming dragons, releasing monstrous aura fluctuations, and it didn't take long for this vortex to crumble.

And the low-level talisman thrown by the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang, the shock wave generated after the explosion only blocked a few flying swords, and in a moment's time, the next moment, the flying swords all slashed on the body of the big man.

"Ah......h

The four foundation building monks behind the green-shirted monk also rushed towards the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang at this time.

The middle-aged monk surnamed Fang couldn't care about his grief, and hurriedly swung his mallet, striking out a few fierce winds, slashing at the four foundation building monks who flew over.

However, in this four-on-one situation, and there was not much difference in the cultivation of the two sides, in just a few breaths, the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang, who was already scarred, added a few more blood marks.

The green-shirted monk looked at the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang indifferently, and forty-nine swords buzzed around him, intertwined into a sword net, protected and impenetrable.

Suddenly, the green-shirted monk's left hand poked out towards a jungle beside him, and the forty-nine swords that wandered around him turned into fierce beasts, and a piercing sonic boom sounded and slashed away.

Qiang~~

A deafening sound of Tie Ge crashing sounded, and a black and white sword light, like a wave, released a heavy ripple in the space, and the layers of strikes shrouded the forty-nine flying swords, like dead leaves in the sea, drifting with the waves.

This sudden change made everyone present stunned, and their eyes swept towards the jungle.

A moment later, a young man in a white robe with a slightly delicate face, holding a black and a white sword, walked out slowly, glanced at the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang indifferently, and then looked at the green-shirted monk with a slightly solemn gaze.

"What is Your Excellency...... The green-shirted monk hesitated a little, opened his mouth vigilantly, and was about to ask, but in the middle of his words, he was interrupted by a middle-aged monk surnamed Fang.

"Is it Mu Daoyou?!" The middle-aged monk surnamed Fang was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of ecstasy, and he hurriedly came over to Mu Yu.

Airplanes!

A sword roar came from the Yin Yang Ghost Mother Sword, which intimidated the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang from moving.

After being stunned for a moment, the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang stood still with a wry smile.

This middle-aged monk surnamed Fang is naturally the group of people who also participated in the demon hunting competition in the tavern that he met before Mu Yu, and the location of the mysterious valley was also known from the mouth of the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang......

"You two know each other?" the green-shirted monk frowned, his tone revealing a sense of murder.

"Acquaintance, but not acquaintance. The pastor said calmly.

"If you don't know each other, why do you want to cut a bar?" asked the green-shirted monk indifferently.

As if dissatisfied with the aggressive tone of the green-shirted monk, Mu Yu's eyes were slightly gloomy, he frowned, and said, "You should have attacked me first, so I had to fight back, right?"

"If you don't peep at me and the others, why should I attack you for no reason?" said the green-shirted monk unrelentingly.

Mu Yu said with a smile: "Daoyou's words are a bit unreasonable, this is not your home, how I look at it, it should have nothing to do with you." ”

The green-shirted monk sneered, and gradually guessed Mu Yu's plan.

Mu Yu and the middle-aged monk surnamed Fang are not familiar with each other, the latter is alive or not, dead or not, it really has nothing to do with Mu Yu, and the two have at most a transactional affection.

It's nothing more than planning to lie dormant in the grass, and when the two groups of people fight and lose, they are sitting and reaping the benefits of the fisherman......

It's a pity that the strength of the green-shirted monk is a bit strong, and it almost didn't take much effort to kill the big man, disrupting the plan that the pastoral language had thought of in advance, and the breath was also chaotic, although it was just a blink of an eye's negligence, but it was still captured by the green-shirted monk, and the chaotic aura was captured, and the place where the pastoral language was hidden was found.

"Kill, not a single one will be left!" the thought turned a few times, and when the green-shirted monk came back to his senses, he gave this order indifferently.

Boom, boom, boom......

In an instant, one by one, the magic weapons that exuded a monstrous energy aura swept over like falling meteors.

The face of the monk surnamed Fang suddenly lost color, and Mu Yu's eyes became slightly solemn, if he was at the peak of his moment, in the face of the bombardment of these magic weapons, although there was a little vigilance in his heart, he would not be as jealous as he is now.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Yu raised the Yin Yang Ghost Mother Sword in his hand and slashed forward, and the Xuan Ao Sword Intent swung forward with the sword move.

Stacked Wave Swordsmanship!

Sneer~~

The invisible sword qi turned into a wave, producing a series of ripples, rippling away, as the ripples kept superimposing, and in the end, the mana contained in the ripples was as heavy as a mountain, smashing all the way, like a torrent running over, not only crashing into the magic weapon that flew over, but also knocking the two monks in the middle stage of foundation building away, and with a single mouth, several mouthfuls of scarlet blood with residual warmth spurted out.

"Hurry!" The green-shirted monk's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly pulled out a sword trick, causing forty-nine flying swords to turn into meteors and shoot away violently.

Mu Yu calmly waved the Yin Yang Ghost Mother Sword in his hand, the sword qi was like a stormy wave, transmitting a deafening whistling sound, like thunder, like a storm, let thousands of magic weapons and supernatural powers, all like a boat, struck and sunk by the rolling waves.

Qiang!Qiang!Qiang......

A mouthful of flying swords was knocked away by the stacked waves swordsmanship displayed by Mu Yu, he moved forward indifferently, his expression was calm and calm, and every move and style revealed a vast mysteries like the four seas.

The green-shirted monk gradually panicked, although these forty-nine swords were not a powerful innate spirit treasure, but they were also the acquired spirit treasure flying swords that he had spent a few years and collected with great difficulty, and after forming a sword array, it was not difficult to kill the monks in the early stage of foundation building in seconds, and even once, relying on the power of the sword array, he successfully escaped from under the hands of a Jiedan monk......

He ...... How can it be so powerful?" the green-shirted monk gasped.

With a low snort, the hand changed again, the green-shirted monk bit his lip, slashed his index finger, and carved a set of strange runes in the void, and with a flick of his fingers, he flew towards the forty-nine flying swords, and exploded with a bang, making the sword qi of the color of the moon bloom covered with a light layer of scarlet.

After drinking this delicious blood, the forty-nine flying swords let out a trembling sound in unison, conveying the humanized excitement and bloodlust.

"Twist!" The word "twisted!" was shouted, and as one hand quickly pinched out a sword trick, the tip of the sword shot out a three-foot sword light, which suddenly pointed at Mu Yu's body, and turned into a stream of light, strangled away.

Boom!Boom~~

The sword galloped, stirring up countless sword qi. It was also in the void, leaving clear traces of the sword body.

Mu Yu put away the Yin Yang Ghost Mother Sword, didn't dare to hold it up, patted the storage bag, and sacrificed the jade water hyacinth.

After aiming the mouth of the gourd at the flying sword that shot over, and reciting the incantation in a low voice, it was a bleak white light, which erupted from the mouth of the gourd, like a wind rolling up fallen leaves, brushing the ground, and the sword that was originally at the speed of the wind disappeared.

"It's ...... Innate Spirit Treasure?" Feeling the powerful spiritual pressure diffused by the jade water hyacinth, the face of the green-shirted monk suddenly changed from solemn to shocked.

"Zh!" the shepherd screamed, his lips opened slightly, and a black light like an ink cloud rushed out, shooting towards the center of the green-shirted monk's eyebrows.

The green-shirted monk was shocked, hurriedly touched into his arms, took out a token with an orange and yellow body, aimed at the black light like an inky cloud, and after instilling powerful mana, a thick orange and yellow light erupted, and after the two collided together, there was a sudden deafening sound like thousands of thunders.

Bang!

The fire was overflowing, and the light of the ink cloud could split one-third of the volume of the orange and yellow light, and it was wrapped in the surging fire-like light, which wore down the spiritual power of the sword body of the ink cloud sword, and with a buzz, it fell to the grass, smashing out a long pit of a foot.