Chapter 213: Cumbersome Ants

Ten thousand trees tremble slightly, the leaves fall, and the wind is slightly cold. Mu Hao stood in this corner where no one cared about him, as if at this moment, both the disciples of the two palaces and the so-called blood blade ignored it. On the side of the disciples of the two palaces, they simply think that Mu Hao's joining the battle is just a burden, while the side of the blood blade thinks that Mu Hao, a humble half-step god, is just the existence of ants, and there is no lethality, as long as these disciples of the two palaces are killed, what is the effort to kill this disciple below the god transformation stage?

Mu Hao looked at it quietly like a bystander, this scene was destined to be a life-and-death fight, and there was no mercy on both sides. The incomparable sword qi ploughed out eye-catching sword marks on the ground. Mu Hao could see that the Blood Blade had gradually occupied the top, once Qing Luo and Liu Yan were defeated, or Yang Xiu and these inner disciples were defeated, it was enough to doom the fate of his two palace disciples.

The scarlet sword marks gradually increased on the disciples of the two palaces, especially the man named Yang Xiu, the sword marks on his body could be described as shocking. Yang Xiu can't be the cultivation of the third layer of the gods, and the other party's cultivation is on par with him, it stands to reason that neither of the two sides can help the other, but the other party's moves are too tricky.

Yang Xiu clenched his teeth, his eyes were also blood-red, he became a disciple of the Inner Sect of the Red Void Palace a few years ago, and he had also experienced a lot of killings in the past. And this time, he took over this extremely easy task with Qingluo, to greet and escort these young outstanding disciples, who knew that he would be ambushed by these bloody blades.

The Blood Blade is a well-known killer organization in the Seven Realms, founded thirty years ago, and after thirty years of development, it has now become the number one killer organization in the Seven Realms. As long as you pay enough spirit stones, there is no one they dare not kill, and the killers are divided into single knife, double knife, single sword, double sword four kinds in turn, the strength is Yuan Ying, the god, refining the void, and the combination, and all the embroidery on the chest of these killers is at least double sword, and there are eight single swords, two are double swords, which shows the horror of this lineup.

Blood flowed down, Yang Xiu's arm was a little sore, and at this moment, a terrifying force bounced his body away. Yang Xiu's body was like a lightning strike, and it was directly overturned and hit the ground fiercely. The big knife in his hand came out directly, and he rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment, while the opponent's sword followed closely like a poisonous snake, and the sharp blade spit out a palpitating sword qi.

Yang Xiu spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at the snake-like figure, his eyes were slightly unwilling, but the blood and qi tumbling in his body made him feel a heart-rending pain, making him unable to get up in an instant, avoiding this sword, and the afterglow of the corner of his eye swept across the audience. He knew that if he died, his side was destined to fall into disadvantage, and today he might have to annihilate his entire army.

Suddenly, Yang Xiu seemed to remember something, turned his head with difficulty, and saw a light blue robe figure still standing a few meters away, and he couldn't get angry, "Why is this guy standing stupidly, why don't you run quickly, wait for death here, if it weren't for the sake of the Great Elder and your Lao Tzu, who would protect you, a disciple of the Red Void Palace!"

Mu Hao stood quietly in the wind, and among the shadows of the trees, mixed with the free sunlight fell on Mu Hao's fair face. At this moment, Mu Hao smiled. This smirk fell in Yang Xiu's eyes, making Yang Xiu feel the urge to vomit blood, could this cowardly guy be scared stupid, don't run away.

The sound of the battle breaking through the air became more and more intense, and Yang Xiu didn't bother to think about why Mu Hao was laughing. He knew that in a few moments, the cold sword would definitely pierce through his head. However, at this moment, Mu Hao's unmoved body moved, as if blown by the autumn wind, and stepped diagonally in the dappled sunlight, a sword roar suddenly appeared.

When these black-clothed men appeared, Mu Hao's hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, he was waiting, waiting for the best time to strike. Mu Hao knew that once he turned around and left, Qingluo Liuyan, Yang Xiu and the others would die here, and with his own strength, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of these black-clothed people.

At this moment, Mu Hao came out, and in Yang Xiu's incredible gaze, "Is he crazy?". The dark eyes revealed incomparable calmness, and the long sword in Mu Hao's hand was like a rainbow, bursting out with a brilliant light, tearing apart the mottled sunlight, but stabbing into the void with some weakness.

"Do you use your sword at will because of fear?", Yang Xiu was a little helpless. This piercing sword looked so insignificant in the eyes of the man in black, and the half-step god-turning kid dared to attack him. However, his body made him feel inexplicably panicked, and he leaned forward gently, and this position happened to be where Mu Hao's sword tip was pointing.

In Yang Xiu's incredible gaze, the man in black collided with Mu Hao's sword so stupidly.

"Poof!", a force piercing through the golden cracking stone appeared more violently, Mu Hao's sword directly pierced the head of the man in black, and a scarlet blood hole visible to the naked eye appeared. Blood splattered out like a pillar, the sword of the man in black was only a few inches away from Yang Xiu, Yang Xiu could vaguely feel the sword qi lingering on the tip of the sword, extremely powerful, his expression was sluggish, Yang Xiu still did not understand the strange scene in front of him.

Drawing his sword, Mu Hao swept forward in a blue robe. He killed the existence of the third layer of the Transformation God? Yang Xiu suddenly felt trembling at his own thought, is this possible? However, the cold corpse in front of him told him nakedly that the previous scene was true. Yang Xiu still remembers the scene when Mu Hao drew his sword and took out the sword, which was as smooth as flowing water, without any stiffness.

"He's calculated, he's been calculating at the beginning, and his sword isn't a coincidence, it's that he's expected that the man will be there!" An inexplicable chill welled up in his gloomy eyes, and Yang Xiu raised his head violently and looked at the thin figure in front of him. This figure that retreated under Ximendong's gaze, at this moment, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind, met the vertical and horizontal sword qi.

"He's crazy, he's just a half-step Yuan Infant's cultivation, as long as a little sword qi can break through his chest!", Yang Xiu's heart set off a big wave, muttering to himself in his heart, with an incredible look on his face, in his opinion, Mu Hao rushed into it and sent him to death. Just like a lonely boat in the vast ocean, it will be destroyed at any time, getting up with difficulty, Yang Xiu regained the big knife in his hand, whether it was Nandou's orders or Mu Hao's previous sword to save him, he had to stop Mu Hao's crazy move.

But the moment Yang Xiu just lifted his front foot, his body was like a branch swaying in the wind, and he suddenly fell silent. Mu Hao with the most elegant posture, like a breeze, like a butterfly, leisurely strolling, each time accurately predicted the sword qi that was about to sweep, and then the cloud light breeze avoided, he was like showing the most thrilling dance to the world on the tip of the sword, the fluttering blue sleeve robe seemed to be inseparable from the swaying blood flowers, blue and red, forming a strange beauty.

"Zheng!", the sword in Mu Hao's hand was unsheathed again, revealing a little cold, like a little ink plum in the cold winter sky, with the sharpest posture, blatantly bumped into a man in black with a sneer. Out of the sword, drawing the sword, the autumn wind blew Mu Haobi's blood flowers, and also blew the chill in Yang Xiu's heart.

The sword in Mu Hao's hand, as long as a cold star, was as cunning as a broken bamboo, and appeared in the sight of a disciple of the two palaces in the most devastating posture. Every movement, every sword is so light and light, insignificant, but as elegant as art, in an instant, the three black-clothed men in the fierce battle were wiped out, the blue robe was splashed with blood, it was very dazzling, but it slowly slipped down, leaving only a faint smell of blood.

In an instant, the disciples of the two palaces violently subverted Mu Hao's image, cowardly, spineless, and to hell, who could rush into the battle situation in front of him with the cultivation of a half-step infant, and who could still maintain such an indifferent expression after killing someone. Looking at Mu Hao's demeanor as if he was dancing with a sword, Yang Xiu's heart seemed to have pierced into a sharp blade, and the sword light that appeared at first glance was so dizzying.

"How long will you have to be in a daze?", Mu Hao's voice swept over the blood splashed all over the ground, like a breeze blowing past Yang Xiu's ears, Yang Xiu's eyes froze, and he looked at the man in black who was slightly unresponsive with a fierce look, and pounced on him.

In the past, whether it was for the Blood Blade or the disciples of the two palaces, Mu Hao was so insignificant, but it was this seemingly humble butterfly that set off a hurricane and set off a chill in everyone's hearts. Standing quietly in a pool of blood, Mu Hao held a bloody sword, his gaze slowly swept over these black-clothed people, like a cheetah waiting for the opportunity to strike, the sword provoked, and the cloud took away the life of a god transformation monk lightly.

Mu Hao squinted his eyes slightly, and his gaze slowly fell on another battlefield, Qingluo, Liu Yan and the middle-aged man. There are already six black-clothed people who died under their own swords, that is to say, in terms of numbers, the disciples of the two palaces have already occupied the top, and the situation is completely on the side of the disciples of the two palaces.

Mu Hao quietly watched the middle-aged man take out the sword, his sword was extremely ruthless, like a fierce beast out of the cage, combining domineering and speed together, and it was even more incisive that domineering and speed were vividly embodied, and it seemed to be suppressed by the combined offensive of Qingluo and Liu Yan, but Mu Hao knew that once the speed of either Qingluo and Liu Yan's sword appeared a little slow, the middle-aged man's sword was like a giant beast that had been gathering momentum for a long time, opening its bloody mouth and directly devouring it.

Mu Hao knew the predicament of Qingluo and Liu Yan, but he didn't move, for these black-clothed people, he might be able to rely on his footwork and outrageous judgment to avoid the sweeping sword qi. But this middle-aged man, Mu Hao didn't dare to guarantee that as long as the surging sword qi fell on him, Mu Hao had no doubt that he would definitely take his own life, just like a fierce beast dormant in the dark, Mu Hao stood still.

At the same time, Qingluo and Liu Yan in the fierce battle saw Mu Hao, the dazzling sword, and the depths of their beautiful eyes uncontrollably swelled with stunned color. Especially Liu Yan, who directly whispered: "Killing Sword Ninth Style?", Liu Yan has also practiced Sword Killing Sword Technique, but so far it is only the seventh style, but it has also made her a leader among the disciples of the Inner Sect of the Red Void Palace.

The middle-aged man also noticed the strangeness in the rear, his eyes were slightly cold, and he gradually began to unfold his sharp cunning, opening and closing, but everywhere was cold, blocking the offensive of Qingluo and Liu Yan, the two of them instantly increased the pressure, the slender jade hand turned slightly, and the delicate and weak sword was like a fluttering catkins, winding the middle-aged man's sword, just when the battle between the two sides was about to heat up, Mu Hao, who was watching, moved.

I saw Mu Hao's feet glaring, and a piece of gravel under his feet immediately shattered, and his body fell down towards the middle-aged man like a leaf in the wind, this scene fell in the eyes of Qingluo and Liu Yan, but it became a panicked existence, and Qingluo's somewhat pale pretty face rarely showed a trace of panic, "Mu Hao, retreat!"

Qingluo's crisp and tactful exclamation made everyone in the fierce battle in the distance stunned, whether it was the disciples of the two palaces or the man in black, they all looked at this scene in amazement, and the figure was like a moth to a fire, doomed to death.