Chapter 338: Another Broken Arm

The sharp sword aura permeated Qin Wuyang's fist. Qin Wuyang shook his fist at the new disciple, his whole body bowed slightly, and he was about to shoot out. At this moment, a voice that shocked him sounded without warning: "It seems that it was a wrong choice for me to leave you a hand!"

A calm voice sounded suddenly, and countless eyes with different emotions looked behind them in unison.

"Who?" is the one who dares to speak out at this critical moment.

At this moment, a sharp wind-breaking array resounded without warning, covering up the uproar of the audience, and immediately, a terrifying black shadow swept straight like a rainbow, and the sword qi permeated on it tore through the air and smashed towards Qin Wuyang, who was walking in front.

Qin Wuyang's face was filled with an incredible look. But his reaction was not slow at all, and his steps shifted slightly, narrowly avoiding this terrifying blow.

"Sonorous!" the black shadow crashed into the square, and suddenly the remnants of the snow rolled, and countless cracks spread out on the stone slabs. Yan Jian and the others all trembled, staring intently at the black shadows swaying in the wind. This was a three-foot ancient sword, and the snow-bright sword light was reflected in the depths of their pupils.

"This is the leader's sword!" Yan Jian's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the end of the square.

"Zheng!" the long, crisp sound of the sword struck in the wind. A large area of cold wind and snow can't wait to pour down. A slender figure slowly emerged in the wind and snow, white-clothed and snowy, with long hair like ink, dancing wildly in the cold wind. This is a figure that is colder than snow, stepping on the dawn of the morning, walking step by step.

However, it was this figure that made the somewhat dead square suddenly erupt into deafening cheers. Yan Jian's grim face also showed a look of ecstasy: "Leader!"

"Goo!" Qin Wuyang's throat subconsciously stirred, this figure had become his nightmare in recent months. He originally thought that this damn figure had long disappeared from this world, but now that he saw this figure with his own eyes again, his breathing involuntarily became short.

"Mu Hao, he didn't die in the cemetery of this robber powerhouse, why did he appear again. The muscles in the corners of Luo Feng's eyes twitched wildly, and there was a chill behind him. Li Si, who was standing on the side, raised his eyes to look at this figure that seemed to be like an immortal, and endless killing intent appeared in his indifferent eyes: "Is he the one who killed the Third Highness? Who said that the heavens are not beautiful." Second Highness, I will personally carry his head to you. ”。

Qin Wuyang strode forward, looked at the disgusted face in front of him, and said coldly: "You are not dead, your life is really hard." When I first heard that you had died in the graveyard of this robber, I was disappointed for a long time. It's a shame that I can't tear you to shreds with my own hands. But now it seems that I can make up for it. ”。

Mu Hao's slightly drooping eyes slowly raised, his calm gaze fell on Qin Wuyang, and he said lightly: "The sixth layer of the gods!"

"I would also like to thank you, if it weren't for the vengeance you brought me with a broken arm. I wouldn't be so crazy about cultivating these days. Qin Wuyang grinned and sneered, like snow's teeth like the giant sword in his hand, cold and piercing.

"Brother Hua, according to the rules we agreed on in the past, his right arm is mine. Qin Wuyang slowly straightened his spine, and the fear in his eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by endless hatred: "You can't break our rules." ”。

"The arms of this new leader have been booked by Brother Hua and Brother Qin, and his legs will be left to me Luo Feng!" Luo Feng took a step forward gently, his smile with a thick provocation and coldness: "At this point, the two of you should have no opinion!"

Looking at Luo Feng and the others laughing as if no one was around, Yan Jian and the others who were cheering up, their faces were a little angry. Glancing at Qin Wuyang, who was full of abuse, Mu Hao's eyes fell on his shoulder, and he said lightly: "Your nonsense is still as much as always." Last time it was the right arm, but this time it's more than just one arm. ”。

"I'll cut off your left arm with my sword, and then cut it into pieces. Qin Wuyang's gloomy voice, his burly body, shot out like a cannonball.

The muscles of his whole body bulged wildly, and Qin Wuyang's entire face became extremely hideous at this moment, as if he had vented all the anger in his heart on the giant sword in his hand. The giant sword danced wildly, and the huge sword shadow of the Dao Dao tore through the air, making a sharp sound and making a huge sound. The vertical and horizontal sword qi and the sword shadow surrounded each other, obviously trying to tear Mu Hao apart.

The crowd watching the battle from the sidelines was like being in a raging storm, and their breath was extremely short.

Qin Wuyang's every sword spared no effort, and the sword skills and the power of cultivation were completely exhausted in the giant sword. A terrible wind swept out, tossing the falling snow. At the same time, everyone watching the battle retreated one after another. Yan Jian and the others were furious, Qin Wuyang made a move at this moment, obviously taking a fancy to the leader without a sword weapon in his hand: "Damn, this Qin Wuyang is too despicable!"

Yan Jian wanted to step forward and hold the Shetian Ancient Sword, and wanted to throw the Shetian Ancient Sword to Mu Hao. Luo Feng on the side blocked it, making it impossible for him to take half a step: "Catching the ice blade with his bare hands is not in line with Mu Hao's arrogant character, so why use a sword?"

"Get out of the way!" Yan Jian's face was extremely cold, and he shouted.

Just when Luo Feng and Yan were confronting each other, in the wind and snow, the huge phantom of the Dao, like a towering mountain, pressed towards Mu Hao. The air within a radius of several meters seemed to be squeezed, pressing towards Mu Hao. Mu Hao stood in the cold wind and snow, without any panic on his face. The jade-like palms slowly rose in the wind and snow. Mu Hao's cold gaze fell on the sword shadow that was galloping, and pointed at the sword, pointing towards the void like a sword.

"Sonorous!" the melodious and piercing sound of gold and iron intersecting suddenly sounded, and the swaying snow floc within a radius of several meters fell one after another, shattering at the same time. The sword shadow in the sky clicked and shattered when Mu Hao's fingertips fell. The sharp sword finger seemed to turn into the sharpest existence at this moment, and it was invincible in the incredible eyes of Luo Feng and others. Mu Hao's sword finger caught the falling giant sword, and this scene completely shocked their hearts.

It's as if you've seen a collapsed mountain supported by a weed.

, how is this possible. The giant sword in his hand could no longer fall half an inch, Qin Wuyang's face changed slightly, and his burly body slammed into Mu Hao. However, Mu Hao's right leg, which was faster than his speed, swept across and swept into Qin Wuyang's body heavily.

"Bang!" The dull sound sounded again, Qin Wuyang's face was slightly closed, and his pupils stared at Mu Hao: "The sixth layer of the gods!"

"Bang!" After Mu Hao swept Qin Wuyang, his body shot out like a flash, and his left hand hanging down between the clothes formations raised lightly, between the lightning and flint. Mu Hao's left hand slashed across Qin Wuyang's shoulder, and the terrifying sword qi lingered in Mu Hao's fingertips. A severed arm flew diagonally, followed by a pillar of blood that rose to the sky, dyed red with wind and snow.

A terrible scream sounded, making people feel creepy. Mu Hao's right hand quickly grabbed Qin Wuyang's neck, lifted it, and the dripping blood flowed out of the air above Qin Wuyang's broken arm. Qin Wuyang's face was extremely frightened, but he couldn't make a sound anymore.

This scene was deeply shocked, and the surrounding Hua Manlou and others were about to move. The people around him had a layer of cold pimples, this is the existence of the sixth layer of the gods, even if it is not good, it will not be defeated so quickly!

Mu Hao grabbed Qin Wuyang's neck and walked forward step by step, an indescribable majestic aura, like a churning river, surging out of Mu Hao's thin body, filled with wind and snow. Luo Feng shuddered violently, and his right hand, which was holding the hilt of the sword, couldn't help but increase his strength a little, and his eyes stared at Mu Hao's steps: "This guy's cultivation is actually the sixth layer of the gods?"

Feeling this strong aura, Yan Jian and the other new disciples' faces were also slightly stunned, "Transforming into a god of six layers?"

"It's really the sixth layer of the gods!" Yan Jian's tone was filled with shock and surprise that he couldn't hide. When he first met Mu Hao, Yan Jian clearly remembered that the latter's cultivation was just a triple god. It's only been a long time, and in just a few months, the leader's cultivation has reached the sixth level of the gods, and this speed is simply terrifying.