"Haven't been?!!" Dixin's eyes widened, apparently completely incredulous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info With the scope of what he can know, whether it is the scimitar man wearing a hat on his head, or Pang Biao's master, they are all peerless masters far above him. Mr. Mu in front of him also said that Pang Biao's master strength was enough to match Yuan Shi Tianzun, and he also confirmed this with his own eyes.

"Could it be that they said they were coming to me?" Mu Ran's brows furrowed, his expression hesitant, and he also had no way to believe it.

"Yes, when the two seniors were leaving, they said that they would go to visit the seniors. With the cultivation of the two seniors and your familiarity with Mr. Mu, you should be able to find Mr. Mu in a very short time, how could it be?"

In the cave, there was silence and contemplation for a moment.

A year ago.

The top of the Tianshan Mountains, in the midst of endless wind and snow.

Rakshasa lifted the hat on top of his head slightly so that his eyes could more easily see through the gaps in the black veil, so that he could see the person in front of him clearly.

"Where is Your Excellency sacred? What is the intention of luring the two of us here? If you can't give our family an explanation, don't blame our family for being ruthless!" "Gonggong Mo's five fingers have been straightened, just waiting to make a move anytime and anywhere.

"You're back, you're damned. ”

The man in gray stepped forward step by step, and every step he took happened to be exactly the same size and length as the previous step. With every step he took closer, the pressure on his body would immediately increase, and the pressure on Rakshasa and Mo Yin would also increase.

"The person who comes does not know the intention, so deal with it carefully. Rakshasa gently spit out these words in his mouth.

Mo Yin and Mo Gonggong bowed slightly, indicating that he already knew. The two of them each took a step back, not daring to be careless.

"Yellow feathers, green feathers, all close, here. Master, I said, I want to kill, I want to kill!" the gray-robed man still had a tight face, but what came out of his mouth was extremely fierce.

Before Rakshasa and Mo Yin could answer, one of the gray-robed man's fists had already stretched out. The fist was not big, and it was not obvious how much strength it had, as if it had no power at all.

This is only the most superficial phenomenon. Between this small heaven and earth, it seems to be shackled by an invisible force, except for the gray-robed man, he doesn't even have the most basic ability to move.

Whether it is Rakshasa or Mo Yin, they are not ordinary people. Rakshasa's thumb, though slow, was still slowly pushing the scimitar out of its scabbard.

There is no obvious sunlight and moonlight here, only a white and snowy field. It is in such an environment that the scimitar itself emits an incomparably bewitching light, which is so bewitching that people can't open their eyes at all.

Stubbornly resisting the terrifying pressure coming from around him, Rakshasa exhorted his scimitar to be raised, then swayed slightly downward in a rather small motion. His arm was confined and he could only shake it like this even if he tried his best.

At once, not much, it can even be said that it is very little, but in many cases, one knife, it is enough.

One knife out, January arc.

The crooked crescent moon slashed from the blade of the scimitar, and in the wind and snow, I don't know how many ice crystals and snowflakes were easily split in two. The crescent moon castrated non-stop, but it didn't go towards the fist of the gray-clothed man, but it really showed an incredible arc, almost encircling Rakshasa and Mo Yin.

There was a "stab" sound, as if something had suddenly been cut, not only Rakshasa, but also Mo Yin, who felt the pressure around him, and it seemed to have weakened a lot at this moment.

didn't feel the restraint like before, and Mo Yin Mo's father-in-law, who was holding his stomach, couldn't bear it anymore. The four words of cruelty and viciousness are the truest portrayal of their eunuchs. "I'd rather provoke the three mountain men in the green forest, and don't look for a eunuch at the palace gate", that's what it means.

The fist of the gray-robed man was greeted by a palm, a hand that was white and flawless, whiter and countless times more beautiful than a woman's hand.

The fists and palms intersected, and in this snowstorm, there was no uproar, and there was not even a wave of air that spread outward.

Pain, severe pain, Mo Yin and Mo Gonggong's arm, an irresistible force rushed up, destroying all the meridians on Mo Yin's arm with a devastating posture.

The feeling of severe pain is not something that anyone can bear. But this pain, if it is placed on others, he may have fainted to death, and he was born in this great eunuch, and the stimulation given to him was not as obvious as he imagined.

Clenching his teeth and holding back the pain in his heart, Gonggong Mo withdrew his strength, and the whole person took several steps backwards, with a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Grandpa Mo's palm failed to block the slightest power of his fist, but only made the opponent's arm stained with a little bit of white frost.

Pure Yin Xuan Qi to Yin to Cold, coupled with such a cold and freezing environment, it is really the time for Grandpa Mo to exert his cultivation to the limit. Earlier, he was able to compete with Yuan Shi Tianzun, and here, it is expected that he will definitely be able to surpass Yuan Shi Tianzun. However, he tried his best, but he could only cover the other party's arm with a little hoarfrost. This bit of white frost, although it was condensed with pure yin and Xuan Qi, was too thin, and at best it could only slow down the speed of the opponent's fist slightly.

"This person is an enemy rather than a friend, and he cannot be defeated. It's better to go fast. Mo Yin glanced at the rakshasa, and the five fingers of his left hand, which was still sound, poked out, and instantly gathered all the frost and snow in the sky to this place.

"Do you think it's that easy?" the hat covered it, making it impossible for Mo Yin to see the wry smile on Rakshasa's face. If it was really that easy to leave, he would have been gone a long time ago, would he still stand here stupidly, waiting for the fist to come?

His move of "one knife out, one moon arc" is strong, but it is not strong enough to completely ignore the coercion of heaven and earth. That knife can weaken the power of heaven and earth, which is already good.

"Well, if you can retreat, you can retreat, you must not be trapped here!" Rakshasa turned his heart sideways, regardless of the damage caused to him by forcibly breaking through the coercion of heaven and earth, the scimitar in his hand once again glowed with a strange light.

Powerful mana, holding back the pain of the surging qi and blood in his body, with a flick of his five fingers, the demonic scimitar flew out in response.

The scimitar leaves his hand, and countless sword lights and sword shadows are conjured, among which, the three sword lights with the most unique colors are the most eye-catching.

"Three knives out, broken dreams!"

The third knife in the knife trick does not hurt the human body, but the heart.

The shadow of the third knife is never an entity. In the fist of the gray-robed man, no matter how strong the coercion is, there is no way to stop something that is not physical.

The sword qi and the knife shadow pierced into the gray-robed man's body from three tricky and weird, absolutely different angles.