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Mu Yu waved expressionlessly, withdrew the Moyun Sword, and then sacrificed the jade water hyacinth again, aimed at the green-shirted monk, and with a pinch of his hand, a desolate moonlight shot out, slamming into the orange and yellow light that shot over.

Puff~~

The two rays of light collided together, and the moonlight was like a sword, slashing the orange light in half, piercing straight through.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the green-shirted monk, the opponent's cultivation was far stronger than he expected, his eyes flashed a trace of hesitation, he gritted his teeth, didn't care about the face problem, and quickly turned his head and shouted at his companion: "Come and help!"

When the remaining four monks heard this, they immediately rushed out two of them and surrounded Muyu, while the remaining two Zhuji monks continued to besiege the monk surnamed Fang.

Mu Yu's eyes sank slightly, his right hand touched the jade belt, patted a storage bag hanging on it, and the next moment, dozens of puppets sprayed out from the mouth of the bag, quickly enlarged in the void, and slammed into the two foundation building monks who surrounded him.

Laugh at!

The double-knife puppet raised its arms, and a cross slash fell, and the cross-shaped knife slashed at a shuttle sacrificed by a short monk of the foundation.

The white ape puppet slapped its chest, its scarlet eyes flashed, and it suddenly reached out with a punch and smashed it into the body of another middle-aged monk in Luo shirt.

Bang!

The short monk made a hand, and the shuttle turned into a thunderbolt, a thunderbolt, and a thunderbolt struck one of the blades of the two-blade puppet, and a dull sound was heard. And the middle-aged monk in Luo Yi also held a sword, and slashed at the white ape puppet's bowl-sized fist, and in the middle of the collision between the two, a muffled thunderous sound sounded at the same time.

Whoosh~~

More puppets rushed over, like a torrent, crashing into the short monk and the middle-aged monk in robes.

Even if the two of them have profound mana and have the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, they still feel quite tricky in the face of so many puppets.

Especially when Mu Yu slapped the spirit beast bag again and summoned nearly a hundred gold-eating ant colonies, he was even more overwhelmed and passively defended everywhere.

A few tricks were performed, and Mu Yu's face remained indifferent, as if he still had any strength left, and in the eyes of the green shirt monk and others, he had an unfathomable sense of solemnity towards Mu Yu.

"I didn't expect that this green-shirted monk actually has an innate spiritual treasure-level magic weapon......" Mu Yu looked at the token in the hand of the green shirt monk, and sighed secretly in his heart, if it wasn't for the green shirt monk who sacrificed the token at a critical moment, otherwise, he would have become a dead man by now, and he would have died in the hands of Mu Yu.

"You must get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise once he is pulled away by a few other people, the situation will be in danger......" Mu Yu's eyes flowed with a cold killing intent, and the force of his attack was even stronger, and there was a dull sound like thunder in his body due to a slight overdraft.

Although there is still a big killing weapon in Mu Yu's hand, the Ghost Refining Banner has not been used, however, this magic weapon is a magic weapon after all, if Mu Yu dares to sacrifice it in front of people, it may cause big trouble, unless Mu Yu is sure that everyone present will shut up and forget this memory......

Therefore, in the case of this kind of rat throwing taboo, in a sense, the innate spirit treasure of refining ghost flags is really not as good as the Yuan tile to use.

Whoosh~~

The palm fingers slapped the storage bag again and again, and the three swords flew in an instant, changing into a group of sword formations in the space, and with the pinch of the pastoral sword, the right arm was raised, and suddenly pointed at the green-shirted monk, and a hissing sound suddenly resounded all around.

"Sancai Sword Formation, Disease!" said silently in his heart, and Mu Yu's eyes looked at the green-shirted monk coldly, as if those clear black eyes had turned into two sharp swords at this moment.

Hmmm-

The vast sword qi swept across the sky, and at this moment, even the light falling from the moonlight became eclipsed, and half of the void was covered by a desolate silver-white light.

The green-shirted monk's eyes widened, he opened his mouth and sprayed, spit out a mouthful of scorching essence blood on the orange token, flipped his palm, aimed the token at the vast sword qi in pieces, and suddenly let out a loud roar, "Orange Fire Order, Zha!"

Sting!

The thick orange-yellow Pi Lian turned into boiling flames in the void, almost burning the space and collapsing, and the twisted wave marks were transmitted along the orange and yellow Pi Lian to the surroundings, producing bursts of visual distortion and blur, and even the green grass on the ground, when swept by this wave mark, also glowed with a scorched black charcoal color, and the bottom turned from emerald green to withered yellow.

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When the vast sword qi collided with the orange-yellow horse flying together, a bipolar world was immediately formed, half of the sky was silver-white, and half of the world turned orange-yellow.

And the temperature around is also switching between cool and scorching.

Bang!

At the junction of the two energies, a two-color energy ball gradually expanded, and when it reached a certain critical point, it suddenly exploded, and even the sword qi and the sword qi and the training also disintegrated inch by inch, until it collapsed in space.

"Capture the dragon's big mudra!" Mu Yu stepped on a meteor, like a flying swallow, like a cheetah, and ran towards the green-shirted monk with a big roar, and at the same time raised his arm, turning into a green dragon's coiled aura palm, and grabbed him directly.

The green-shirted monk was shocked, and hurriedly pinched with one hand, wanting to sacrifice the orange fire order again, however, he was sucked away from the direction by the jade water hyacinth in the hand of the shepherd, and almost at the same time, the dragon snatching mudra came to the green-shirted monk, and quickly closed it like a cage.

Bang!

A defensive magic weapon shaped like a turtle shell automatically flew out of his body, covering the body of the green-shirted monk.

Mu Yu rushed over, came to the front of the green-shirted monk, and without saying a word, smashed out a fist and smashed it the magic weapon shaped like a turtle shell.

Bang!

The fist that was like the power of a giant mountain, when it smashed on the turtle shell magic weapon, Mu Yu's arm shook suddenly, slightly numb, and the surface of the turtle shell magic weapon was also smashed out of a fist pit, and there were fine cracks like spider webs, with the fist pit as the center, spreading rapidly towards the surroundings.

"Second punch!" Mu Yu bared his teeth, and after shaking his fist, his right fist was smashed out again, and the majestic aura in his body followed and coiled around his right arm, and then swirled and converged on his right palm, and at the same time, a cyan tiger head gradually condensed, accompanied by a loud tiger roar hit the turtle shell magic weapon.

Big Tiger Roaring Fist!

Click......

A thick crack, as Mu Yu's fist moved away, was clearly imprinted on the turtle shell magic weapon.

"Die!" the green-shirted monk scolded in horror, his eyebrows flashed, and a small golden sword wrapped in an ocean-like divine sense, instantly slashed at Mu Yu's head.

Boom!

As soon as the left hand changed, a silver brick appeared, and without saying a word, it slapped down towards the golden little sword, only to hear a dull sound, the golden little sword trembled a few times, and the Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity in the Yuan Tile also unceremoniously sprayed out, wrapping the golden small sword body, and in a short time, it destroyed the spirit in the sword, an acquired spirit treasure magic weapon, also shaped like scrap copper and rotten iron, fell to the ground, and with the passage of time, the spirituality was lost.

Boom!

The right fist was punched, and the Yuan tile in his left hand also took advantage of the stunned kung fu of the green-shirted monk to hit the turtle shell magic weapon fiercely. Under this double attack, the turtle shell magic weapon suddenly collapsed, and the fragments cut through the stunned face of the green-shirted monk, when the latter raised his head and looked at the yuan tile that was getting closer and closer to his eyebrows, he suddenly let out a terrible begging for mercy, however, Mu Yu still held the yuan tile with a cold face and took a photo.

Burst!

The head of the green-shirted monk was like an open watermelon, red and white, splashing all over the ground, and a pungent fishy smell also filled the surroundings with the blood spraying from the sky.

The four accomplices of the green-shirted monk saw the scene in front of them, and the movements in their hands were abrupt.

The monk surnamed Fang also looked at Mu Yu with a shocked face, he was originally retreating, planning to find a chance to have an only son to slip away, but after some hesitation, he gritted his teeth and canceled this idea.

"Shepherd friends are really gods!" the monk surnamed Fang shouted and complimented.

Mu Yu was unmoved, with a sneer, like a thug in the market, he turned his head in his hand, and looked at the short monk and the middle-aged monk in Luo shirt.

The short monk controlled the shuttle, smashed the two first-order puppets, and after shaking back the double-knife puppets, he communicated with the middle-aged monk with his eyes, and then cast a wind spell ruthlessly, and his body was wrapped in cyan light, and his speed suddenly increased by one or two times, and the two of them outflanked him one left and one right.

Boom!

The Yuan tile in his hand touched the short monk's shuttle. A sound like the impact of Tiege sounded.

The short monk also seemed to know the power of the Yuan Tiles, and he had been driving the shuttle to meet the Shepherd, distancing himself from the latter, and not shaking the Yuan Tiles with his limbs.

And the middle-aged monk of Luo Yi was even more direct, his left hand combined two fingers, and he slashed at the edge of the sword, and then pinched out a mysterious sword trick, and waved the sword in his right hand, which was thousands of sword qi, concentrated towards Mu Yu.

"Stacking Waves Sword Technique!" Mu Yu snorted, his right hand changed, holding the Moyun Sword, and slashed towards the sword qi struck out by the middle-aged monk in Luo Yi.

The heavy ripples are stored with strong energy, spreading layer by layer, when it comes into contact with the sword qi, the two completely different sword qi energies wear and tear each other and cancel each other, and after a while, on the ground, there are more large and small sword marks, and when you look down, it is a scene full of devastation.

Sneer......

The yuan tile in his left hand slapped on the shuttle, and thousands of yuan magnetic lightning sprayed out, wrapping the shuttle magic weapon, the latter trembled, and fell straight to the ground, and then it was suspended on the top of Mu Yu's head The jade water hyacinth was taken in.

Burst!

As soon as Mu Yu's left arm was raised, the brick turned into a tricky arc and smashed into the head of the short monk, and the latter's body protector Linggang, as fragile as tofu, was hit by the Yuan Tile and shattered, directly smashing his head to pieces.

Mu Yu was expressionless, and then threw the yuan tile in his left hand towards the middle-aged monk in Luo Yi.

The speed of a meteor, coupled with the powerful oppressive force of Mount Tai, made the middle-aged monk in Luo Yi breathe suddenly.

Swish!

The sword glowed, slashing forward, and the monstrous sword qi slammed into the Yuan tile like an upside-down galaxy.

It is not difficult to guess that this middle-aged monk in Luo Yi is also a sword cultivator, and his understanding and cultivation of kendo are hardly weaker than Mu Yu.

However, with the Yuan Tile as the best acquired spiritual treasure, coupled with the power of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity, even if the middle-aged monk Luo Yi performed the "ultimate" sword technique at the bottom of the box, he only resisted the Yuan Tile for a few breaths, and was successfully disintegrated by thousands of Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity, and slapped on the chest of the middle-aged monk Luo Yi.

Burst!

Several mouthfuls of scarlet blood spurted out of the middle-aged monk's mouth, mixed with a few fragments of his heart.

Like a kite with a broken string, its body was shaken out by the powerful force exerted by the Yuan Magnetic Brick, and immediately fell heavily to the ground, smashing out a herringbone pit.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he turned dead gray, and the middle-aged monk in Luo Yi coughed a few times, looking at a black shadow that was rushing like a meteor, and his dead gray eyes suddenly flashed a trace of fierceness.

"Boom!" With a low shout, the body swelled rapidly, and a bright light erupted from the dantian, and the violent aura also overflowed from the dantian, and with a thunderous rumbling sound, the aura hurricane violently spread around, lifting the deep turf and flying in the void.

Sneer~~

Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity turned into a silver-white power grid, covering Mu Yu's body, in this violent aura hurricane, there was nothing to do, but after the hurricane subsided, Mu Yu indifferently reached out a hand, cast a dragon capture mudra, and grabbed the middle-aged monk Luo Yi's Yuan Shen from a pit in the ground.

"Save me......" The face of the middle-aged monk in Na Luo shirt was slightly baby fat, and it was even more frightened at the moment.

The jade water hyacinth suspended above Mu Yu's head spewed out a moonlight, with the power of suction, wrapped around the middle-aged monk's primordial spirit, and suppressed it at the bottom of the gourd without hindrance.

The other two foundation building monks who were still entangled with the monk surnamed Fang, at this moment, suddenly showed a look of horror on their faces, and without hesitation, they threw out magic weapons or talismans and exploded themselves, harnessing the wind attribute sword and flying boat, and rushed towards the sky.

The monk surnamed Fang brandished a halberd, wanting to stop the two, but when his eyes swept back, he found that Mu Yu's expression was flat, and he watched the two of them leave, and did not intend to stop them.

The monk surnamed Fang's eyes showed hesitation, he hesitated a little, glanced at the backs of the two unwillingly, and sighed without resentment, finally he didn't have the courage and strength to chase and kill the two alone.

"Mu Daoyou, why are you ......" The monk surnamed Fang walked up to Mu Yu, with a few words, and was about to ask, but found that Mu Yu's originally slightly ruddy face had become extremely pale at this moment, his body shook a few times, his steps were vain and half a step back, and his thigh muscles continued to strengthen, which stabilized his figure.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the monk surnamed Fang was stunned slightly, and then, he lowered his head slightly, and his eyes suddenly appeared hesitant and fierce.