Chapter 265: A Wonderful Battle

"Gathering like like?" The scholar had a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, and his eyes swept lazily over the two of them. muttered: "Does this sentence mean to scold the green demon baby for being stupid? If my comprehension is acceptable, it should be like this." ”。

"Stupid lack of women and stupid lack of green demon babies. Although the scholar's muttering was a little thin, Qin Zheng, who was standing under him, could hear it clearly, his brows furrowed deeper, his face was slightly cold, and his domineering aura surged out of Qin Zheng's body. This aura is vaguely stronger than Guo Jia, and has even reached the peak of the third layer of the gods

"Bang!" Qin Zheng kicked out with both feet, and his body was like a predatory goshawk. The sword in his hand was slightly attached to the ground, and as Qin Zheng swept out, a series of sparks and deep sword marks spread out.

Until the moment when Qin Zheng was less than a few feet away from Mu Hao, his slightly hanging long sword was raised violently, setting off the snow all over the ground. This snow floc rolled wildly, and there was a sword aura lingering on the top of the snow floc, sharp as a blade blowing towards Mu Hao, but Qin Zheng's sword was hidden in the snow floc in the sky, and a little cold star directly locked Mu Hao's eyebrows.

The power of a sword is still like the momentum, Qin Zheng made a move, and reflected his strength to the fullest. Mu Hao looked at it calmly, and Qin Zheng, who was rushing straight forward, took a step forward slightly, and the true qi in his body was completely surging. One after another, the fierce sword qi surged out all around, tearing apart the snowflakes that shot from the sky, Mu Hao's calm eyes fell on the sword in the wind and snow, the peak of the third layer of the gods, is it very strong?

At least when fighting Sun Shuwei, Mu Hao had seen a sword that was even more terrifying than what was in front of him. Exhaling slightly, Mu Hao's eyes were cold and looked at Qin Zheng who was galloping over, and he did not retreat at all, since he wanted to choose to win the Red Void Palace, then Mu Hao had to choose the most shocking and outrageous way to defeat all opponents in a devastating way.

After a few zhang folding, Qin Zheng's body seemed to form a parallel line with the ground, and seeing that Mu Hao's sword was still hanging slightly on the ground, Qin Zheng's eyes were even colder. He was a dignified genius swordsman of Western Qin, who had ever been so despised, but a sneer appeared in his heart, only to see that there was already some strong aura on his body, which became even more turbulent at this moment, and vaguely had the four layers of transformation into a god.

"Snort!" This is the true strength of him, the prince of Western Qin. The sword is like a long rainbow, and the haunting sword qi skyrockets with Qin Zheng's breath, and almost at the moment of folding, it spits out a few inches, and points at Mu Hao's throat at a speed faster than lightning, this guy wants to seal his throat with a sword.

Seeing Qin Zheng's breath soaring, Shi Qinghan's face couldn't help but change slightly, especially Mu Hao's immobile figure, which made her palms already ooze sweat. What is this guy doing again, if he doesn't come out with a sword, or if he retreats, this sword will definitely pierce his throat, even if Chen Nan's eyebrows are raised, what is this little guy doing?

Even some disciples have been able to encounter the bloody scene that is about to appear, and they sighed with interest. Could it be that in the face of the prince of Qin Zheng who was at the fourth layer of the god, Mu Hao had lost his previous edge and was afraid?

It's not for everyone to look forward to in vain.

"Huh!" In countless shocked eyes, Qin Zheng's powerful sword cut through the wind and snow, and it was in front of Mu Hao in an instant, and even the slightly cold sword light was reflected in Mu Hao's pupils. However, Mu Hao's eyes did not panic in the slightest, as if he hadn't seen the sword light in front of him, he was calculating, calculating the distance between each other, and calculating the trajectory of this sword stab.

Until the cold wind blew his face vigorously, Mu Hao's figure was like a swaying catkins, swinging to the side, and his white sword fingers fiercely drew a series of phantoms in the void, as if slow and urgent, and flicked on Qin Zheng's sword in a thousand moments.

"Ding!" The fingers of the sword qi collided with this sword, and there was a sound of gold and iron ringing, and the sword qi on Mu Hao's fingertips tore apart the sword qi of Qin Zheng's sword, and Mu Hao's sword fingers opened together, and then he couldn't hold the sword.

"Bang!" Qin Zheng's galloping figure suddenly stopped. The mighty sword in his hand stiffened in vain as if it had been frozen. Mu Hao's face was filled with a bright smile, he raised his eyes slightly, and said softly: "One finger!"

"Sonorous!" Mu Hao's sword finger flicked on Qin Zheng's scarf again, and his figure dragged one afterimage after another to shoot out, and the sharp edge reached Mu Hao's fingertips, which made Qin Zheng's eyes shrink dramatically. At the same time, the terrifying power from the hilt of the sword also made him secretly frightened. The sword light was dazzling, the snow light was slightly cold, and the sword light like a cold mang, as if frozen, stiffened in mid-air. Countless stunned gazes drifted slightly upward, stopping at the blade of the sword, two slender and white sword fingers with a bit of dazzling eyes.

"Ding!" The crisp sound of gold and iron clash sounded piercingly, and Qin Zheng only felt that the tiger's mouth was a little trembling, and even his right arm was a little numb. One after another, the afterimages dragged out in Qin Zheng's eyes, Qin Zheng's eyes flickered, and his feet suddenly kicked back and took a step. At the same time, his body leaned down slightly, and his stiff long sword trembled slightly like an old man who had broken free.

The majestic strength of Qin Zheng's right arm surged out, and Qin Zheng shattered the strength contained in Mu Hao's fingertips in one fell swoop, and pulled out a few zhang, widening the distance between him and Mu Hao. Single-handedly more than 100 sword pavilions have never been defeated, Qin Zheng is not comparable to Shi Yongxin in terms of his eyesight, reflexes, and strength.

"One finger!" was like the sound of the biting cold wind of the cold winter of the lunar month, spreading out in the wind and snow.

Mu Hao's figure was like this fluttering snow, following behind Qin Zheng, his sword finger slashed diagonally across the air, and the sharp sword qi lingered on the sword finger, revealing the edge, like a sword ray, dragging out a dazzling cold light in the void in mid-air, like a star falling from the sky.

Finger of the sword!

With the cultivation of the third layer of Yuanying and the sword finger that has just formed this sword momentum, Mu Hao doesn't know how powerful this finger is. It's just that Mu Hao once used this finger to forcibly shake Sun Shuwei, who was at the fifth layer of the Transformation God, and even left a bloody hole in his shoulder.

"Wow!Wow!Wow!" In the clouds and mist, Mu Hao's figure is like a sharp sword across the heavens and the earth, the edge is exposed, and its sword finger is the blade of this sword, and the snow on the huge stone platform rolls upside down, and the sword qi sweeps out criss-crossed.

Qin Zheng had just retreated, and he noticed this sharp edge. He had known about Mu Hao a month ago, and Mu Hao's attainments in swordsmanship were extraordinary, but he had never expected that when Mu Hao showed this sword point, its power would be so terrifying. The air around him seemed to be pressing towards him under this finger, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

"One finger!", do you want to defeat yourself with one finger? Mu Hao, you are too underestimated. In terms of cultivation, I, Qin Zheng, are better than you, and as for the sword technique, I even have a divine magic skill, originally this immortal cultivation technique was only intended to be used to deal with Dongbo Xueying, and it seems that it can only be used against you first.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed in Qin Zheng's heart, the long sword in his hand did not stagnate without any stagnation, the sword glowing with cold glow shook, and the sword qi shot out on the tip of the sword, and with a snort, a sword mark was drawn on the snow.

"Heavenly Dragon Twist!" In a flash of sword qi, Qin Zheng's long sword stabbed at Mu Hao, who was sweeping straight away, with an indomitable fierce momentum. The long sword flickered slightly, like a substance-like afterimage, one after another, like countless dragons, poking out of the clouds, until the moment when it was less than half a meter away from Mu Hao, these afterimages suddenly converged together.

If it was a dragon before, the whole long sword was like a dragon at this moment, and Qin Zheng was the master who controlled the dragon, and the piercing sonic boom was like a melodious dragon moan, endlessly.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the two figures swept towards each other like lightning. The powerful sword in Qin Zheng's hand was like a dragon's roar, and it lifted the snow on the entire stone platform, which made countless outer disciples dumbfounded, even Guo Jia. It is not unjust that he was defeated in the hands of Qin Zheng, and the inner disciples who were watching were also a little in an uproar, this sword was an extremely terrifying sword even among the inner disciples, but Mu Hao's sharp finger was also secretly frightened, which one is stronger and which is weaker?

The dazzling sword light continued to expand in Mu Hao's black pupils, perhaps it was a royal magic technique, this sword could be described as extremely domineering, vaguely with the momentum of dominating the world. However, these momentum did not make Mu Hao retreat in the slightest, although this sword was terrifying, but Qin Zheng failed to show its true power. Under Mu Hao's keen eye, he could see that Qin Zheng's control over him was limited to perfection at best.

"Snort!sss Your sword is like a dragon, and I will slaughter it with one finger.

"Bell!" In an instant, the shrill sonic boom of the clash of gold and iron rang out again. Countless slush splashed between the two, and countless people's hearts jumped out of their throats. Then he quickly got up, clenched his fists, and his eyes did not move until a moment, and a figure suddenly retreated between them. Qin Zheng, the retreating figure is him.

Mu Hao's figure followed closely like a shadow, and the sword qi reached the white fingertips, drawing an elusive trajectory, and the points fell on Qin Zheng's sword body one after another.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

The sound of gold and iron resonated continuously, Qin Zheng's footsteps retreated one after another, and with each step he withdrew, Qin Zheng's feet left a deep mark on the snow, and at the same time, Qin Zheng had already noticed that the palm of his sword was filled with a little damp and hot feeling, and a drop of scarlet red was on the hilt of the sword.

Qin Zheng raised his head and stared at Mu Hao, who couldn't get rid of like a ghost, and found the coldness surging in the latter's dark eyes, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: "This guy wants to kill me." ”。

At this moment, Mu Haoqi stepped on his feet suddenly, and his figure walked casually from the previous leisurely, and instantly became like an arrow off the string like a whimsical sword finger, and the sharp point fell on Qin Zheng's right wrist, Qin Zheng only felt that a sharp blade was inserted into his hand bones, and the heart-rending feeling swept over, and the sword in his hand came out directly.

Looking at the somewhat panicked face that was close to this foot, a sneer broke out at the corner of Mu Hao's mouth, and the five fingers of his left hand spread violently, instantly holding Qin Zheng's sword. Immediately, his body turned around, and the sword in his hand suddenly rose with a low gradual sound, and the cold sword peak was reflected in Qin Zheng's eyes, slashing across his neck, and a touch of Yin Hong's blood rushed out.

"Bang!" Qin Zheng's body flew out directly upside down in countless dull gazes as if it had been hit hard, and a series of blood beads fell in midair. With a pop, Qin Zheng's corpse rolled on the snow several times, dragging out a blood mark to the feet of Xi Shang.