"Night Frost, Green Frost, Frost, Blue Wing, Feiling, Crane Snow, Alfalfa, Zhilan, Guiwu, Dark One, Dark Two, Dark Six, Dark Nine, these twelve flying swords are brought. Mu Weiming looked at the top-grade spirit-level flying sword in front of him and said, for the ... Is there anything? nothing.

The old man trembled, looked up at the Frozen Soul True Monarch, and then cautiously glanced at the white-clothed man and the six sword slaves who arrived later, gritted his teeth and turned to leave, and when he came back, he held a delicate storage bag in his hand and carefully handed it over to Mu Weiming.

Mu Weiming took the storage bag, and suddenly twelve sword lights flew out, floating above his head, overflowing with colorful streamers, and the arrogant sword intent directly filled the entire hall of the air pavilion.

"Not bad. Mu Weiming nodded with satisfaction, waved his big sleeves, and took back all the twelve top-grade flying swords that had not yet been domesticated, "The others are also prepared for this Dao." ”

The old man glanced worriedly at the back of the Frozen Soul True Monarch, but saw that the face of the white-clothed man was gloomy as if it was about to drip water, and with a cold snort, the two sword slaves immediately understood, stepped forward, and reached out to grab Mu Weiming's left and right shoulders.

Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes changed from worry to consternation, and then to fear, he could see that these two black-clothed sword slaves were both sword cultivators in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and their strength was extremely powerful, if they wanted to kill him, they were afraid that they could solve it in a few moves, but they didn't seem to know who the person to arrest was?

Before they could get close to Mu Weiming's shoulder, an extremely strong cold light lit up, and the two black-clothed sword slaves closed their eyes unnaturally, and then they felt countless streams of extreme cold freeze pierce into their bodies, and then there was no more.

Mu Weiming turned around with the lantern, a little cold flame in the purple jade lamp was beating non-stop, exuding a cold brilliance, as if it was about to fly out at any time, the most terrifying thing was that there was a layer of light gray halo around the cold light, exuding a thick aura of death.

The man in white looked at the two ice sculptures in front of him. His expression was stunned, but he didn't show a trace of fear, and it didn't seem clear who he had offended: "You, you, you dare to ......kill the sword slave of this son!?

"Who did you offend?" Mu Weiming took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped the two ice sculptures into a pile of ice chips, put away two flying swords and two storage bags, and then took out a small Qiankun bag, shook it casually, and put away all the ice chips that were emitting cold white fog on the ground. So as not to melt into two pools of blood, it will not be beautiful, after all, this is the territory of people's mansions in the sky.

"You... You... Don't come here!" The man in white retreated again, and the four black-clothed sword slaves in the early stage of the Yuan Infant behind him teleported forward at the same time, surrounding Mu Weiming in the center, pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand, ready to attack with his sword at any time.

"You'd better not make a move, our son is ......" A black-clothed sword slave opened his mouth to warn, wanting Mu Weiming to stop. Judging from Mu Weiming's strength in killing the two of their fellow practitioners in one move, he knew that this black-robed Taoist was not a simple character, and if he could not do it, it was best not to do it again.

Even if they are sword slaves, they are extremely sparing their lives. Cultivating to the early stage of the Yuan Infant, especially sword cultivation, is extremely difficult.

As everyone knows, when this black-clothed sword slave spoke, it also caused a qi machine hole in the sword array they were encircling, and at this moment. Mu Weiming has already held the lamp with both hands, and the streamer will come out again!

Glaring!

Although they were on guard, the four sword slaves were still a beat slower. The four of them closed their eyes at the same time and retreated, because they didn't believe that their companions would close their eyes and draw their swords at the same time, but it was a pity how could they escape at such a speed, especially at such a close range?

The brilliance dissipated, and the purple jade lamp in Mu Weiming's hand flickered, retracting the excess cold light, and making the hall return to normal.

"The shopkeeper, the lighting is not well controlled, so that your hall has more ice edges, I hope you don't be surprised. Mu Weiming said apologetically, and at the same time, he didn't stop, walked around, smashed three humanoid ice sculptures, collected the storage bag and the flying sword, and when he came to the fourth person, he was surprised to find that the sword slave was not dead.

The old monk stood behind the counter, stunned, he really wanted to warn the man in white, or call the city guards, but he didn't dare, he could only watch things continue to develop in the worst direction.

Kunxu Xing is limited by the environment of heaven and earth, and the highest layer of the realm is basically the storage zài of the late Yuan Infant period, even if the Frozen Soul True Monarch Mu Weiming is still in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, but his strength is obviously not much different from the great monk of the late Yuan Infant period.

Therefore, I'm afraid that when the city guards come, they won't be able to please anything, and in the end it is estimated that it will not end, and this white-clothed man has six sword slave guards in the early stage of the Yuan Infant when he travels, and his origin must be quite large, but it is a pity that he met the Frozen Soul True Monarch.

Even though the white-clothed man's power and background are very great, what good can he get when he encounters a solitary demon true monarch? Thinking of this, the old monk felt sad for the ignorance of the white-clothed boy who thought that he could run rampant in the cultivation realm with six sword slave guards.

Struggling, the black-clothed sword slave in the last ice sculpture in the depths of the struggle is a touch of perseverance and determination, he is almost the true yuan of his whole body is resisting the extreme cold and freezing air, he wants to live, he wants to live very much, there is probably some unfinished regret.

"Your eyes make this Dao want to spare your life, but if you want to live, you have to be controlled by this Dao, how?" Mu Weiming carried the purple jade lantern and said slowly, "This Dao knows that there are other prohibitions set up in your body, but as long as you don't resist, those prohibitions will be eliminated by this Dao." ”

Mu Weiming held up his sword finger, and a green lotus condensed from cyan sword light appeared on the sword finger, emitting a faint blue light, and fell to the eyebrows of the black-clothed sword slave who had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

At this moment, the white-clothed man standing behind Mu Weiming made a move, only to see him sacrifice a shuttle-shaped magic weapon, silently recite a spell, and prepare to fight, but he suddenly received a fierce impact from a finger behind him, and then a wisp of cyan sword came out of his chest.

The man in white was stunned, the magic trick was interrupted, blood was spitting out from his mouth, and the black shuttle in his hand also fell to the ground, turning around incredibly, but seeing that behind him was also Mu Weiming, who was Mu Weiming who cast a spell in front of him?

Putting away his sword finger, Mu Weiming scooped up the fusiform magic weapon that fell to the ground, patted the white-clothed man on the shoulder and said: "Ben Dao doesn't know who you are, and I am not interested in the people and forces behind you, remember today's lesson, and be a good man in the next life." ”

"Goo... Mutter... Ho ......" The man in white stared at Mu Weiming's face, fearful, incredible, painful, dying to the end, the past scene after scene, he knew how wrong he was, even if the person in front of him was his father, I am afraid it would be difficult to have absolute certainty to take it, but unfortunately, his repentance was late......

Looking at the large pool of blood on the ground, Mu Weiming said apologetically to the old monk: "I'm sorry, I accidentally stained the air pavilion with blood." ”

"Zhenjun, it's okay, it's okay, the small shop will deal with it. The old monk said busily, for fear that Mu Weiming would accidentally do something again.

Mu Weiming, who killed the white-clothed son, and Mu Weiming, who was casting spells, merged into one, looked at the black-clothed sword slave who was struggling in pain, and said, "Strange?"

But seeing the eyebrows of the black-clothed sword slave rushing out of a gray sword light and the cyan sword lotus to contend with, under the confrontation between the two, the pain of the black-clothed sword slave became more and more intense, if it wasn't for the ice, I am afraid that I don't know what action to make at this time.

"Is that all?" Mu Weiming's left hand purple jade light moved, sprinkling a faint light, and suddenly the gray sword light was like a lightning strike, and it was instantly dispersed, but a breath was consumed by the cyan sword lotus, and finally entered the sea of knowledge of the black-clothed sword slave.

After Qinglian became the master, the black-clothed sword slave returned to normal, and at this time, the extremely cold qi around his body had been put away by Mu Weiming, but despite this, the true yuan in his body had also consumed most of it, and then under the influence of Mu Weiming's battle with the divine consciousness of the person who had controlled him before, it made him even more injured.

Therefore, it was too late to salute Mu Weiming, so the black-clothed sword slave sat down cross-legged, and if no one was around, he would heal his wounds, otherwise he would fall into trouble, I am afraid that Mu Weiming would not need his life, and what he wanted to do would be hopeless for the rest of his life.

"The breath of the Dark Sword Alliance, I see......" Mu Weiming sneered, glanced at the black-clothed sword slave, it seems that he killed the descendant of a certain big man in the Dark Sword Alliance, but the harvest should not be too bad, weighed the storage bag of the white-clothed man, and Mu Weiming returned to the counter satisfied.

"Those things that Ben Dao just mentioned, a flying ship, a cave mansion, twelve sets of high-grade array flags, do you have any recommendations from the shopkeeper?"

"Zhenjun wait. The old monk bent down to flip through for a while, and then took out three books, one of which was to introduce the airship, and after opening it, all kinds of images of the airship appeared in the void, and there were various introductions and explanations on the side, which was very simple.

Mu Weiming suddenly saw some large warships that should be owned by scientific and technological civilizations, and even some disc-shaped or oval-shaped mechanical warships that only exist in science fiction films.

"Shopkeeper, can even the battleships of technological civilization be made in the Sky Pavilion?" Mu Weiming pointed to the several strangely shaped warships at the end, he couldn't help but wonder if Kun Xuxing didn't want to be very close to the earth, or if there were other paths to the earth.

"Zhenjun has a wide range of knowledge, which is admirable, these are indeed the warships of scientific and technological civilization, but they were all brought by the powerful monks of the foreign land when they returned to Kunxu Star, but due to the coming catastrophe of heaven and earth, there have been no powerful monks for hundreds of years. The old monk sighed: "According to those powerful monks, it is still extremely convenient for this kind of warship to walk in a foreign vacuum, so the Sky Pavilion bought some for research. ”

Mu Weiming nodded, and finally chose a jet-black small flying ship, saying that it was small, and it was about a thousand zhang long when it was completely released, but the speed was extremely fast, and in the absence of a teleportation array, it would be very convenient to use this flying ship to travel.

If possible, after entering a foreign land, Mu Weiming decided to find a way to find Earth, because no matter where he went in the future, the coordinates of his hometown must be recorded. (To be continued......)