Chu Xisheng was so ruthless that it was not enough to cut off Mu Ling's head with one knife. He swung the knife several times and chopped Mu Ling's whole body into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
Ying Haobai, the white-browed tiger, finally reacted, and immediately glared angrily. A pair of Emei's eyebrows pierced the water like two bouncing poisonous snakes, and burrowed towards Chu Xisheng's right chest.
Chu Xisheng had been on guard against this man for a long time. He immediately retracted his sword and struck back, but instead of defending, he counterattacked. His sword, 'Wind Trace', followed a mysterious arc and cut straight to Ying Haobai's throat, forcing the latter to block it.
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When the two weapons clashed, there was a harsh metallic sound. Chu Xisheng then used the force to slide back a few steps, with a posture like a crane, with ease and neatness.
Ying Haobai's face turned slightly dark and he was unable to continue the pursuit.
The guy in front of him is indeed very strong, no less powerful than Tessuluosi Huangquan!
Ying Haobai lowered his head and looked at his right hand, only to see that there was a sharp knife mark on the wrist that was deep enough to show the bone.
This was caused by Chu Xisheng's sword strike.
Ying Haobai made the first move, but the opponent's sword was actually a hair faster than his.
This was due to Chu Xisheng's knife speed, which was astonishingly fast; firstly, he had several knife wounds on his body, his physical strength had declined, and his attack speed was far slower than before, and he was no match for Chu Xisheng.
However, Chu Xisheng was obviously merciful. The knife just now could have cut off his wrist, but it only severed his tendon.
This injury could be repaired by a famous doctor afterwards, but at this time, his right hand lost its fighting ability.
Ying Haobai was still furious, "Chu Xisheng, what do you mean? Why do you want to kill my magician?"
If Chu Xisheng didn't give him a satisfactory explanation, he would have to pay the price even if he risked his life!
Chu Xisheng looked indifferent and said coldly: "Didn't I tell you before? It was to eliminate the real culprit who concocted that blood mist."
When everyone present heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and their eyes were filled with astonishment.
This magician Mu Ling was the one who threw those five blood beads?
"Is Mu Ling the real murderer?"
Ying Haobai smiled instead of being angry. His face was as gloomy as iron, and his anger became more intense: "He is just a ninth-level magician. How can he do such a thing? What evidence do you have?"
He asked himself that he knew the magician Mu Ling thoroughly.
Therefore, Ying Haobai didn't believe even a word of Chu Xisheng's words.
"This is so ridiculous." Chu Xisheng's eyes showed ridicule: "A mere magician can actually be ranked in the top ten on the scoreboard?"
As soon as he said this, everyone was slightly stunned.
He remembered that Mu Ling's points on the stone tablet were one hundred and thirty, only ten points behind Ying Haobai.
This shows that Mu Ling's achievements in Wuzi Monument are only inferior to those of Ying Haobai and others.
In addition, at the Killing Monument, the number of lives contaminated by Mu Ling reached fifteen.
——Is this really something a magician can do?
This Mu Ling is probably a master of both martial arts and martial arts, and is very powerful.
"I don't know if you are really stupid or if your brains were disturbed and you failed to think of this section."
Chu Xisheng pressed the knife on his waist and looked at Zhuo Baiyun: "Brother Zhuo, think about it carefully. When you approached Mu Ling in the second level, was Mu Ling checking the corpses or collecting the corpses?
Blood essence?"
Zhuo Baiyun was stunned when he heard this, and thought carefully: "I don't know, but when I got close, this person made a defensive gesture, and the blood, essence, and spiritual essence of the five people were also taken away.
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Everyone standing in front of their coffins looked at each other. They thought about it carefully and found that the magician Mu Ling was really suspicious.
Chu Xisheng looked around everyone with his eyes: "Does anyone remember where Mu Ling was standing when those blood beads came out?"
When Ying Haobai heard this, his body trembled and his eyes were a little dazed.
He really remembered Mu Ling's position at that time——
"I vaguely remember this." Lu Chen squinted his eyes, looking deeply at Mu Ling's body, and then at Ying Haobai: "He was standing near Zhuo Baiyun at the time! He was less than three meters away.
step."
Si Huangquan also stared at Ying Haobai with a cold expression.
Mu Ling is Ying Haobai's subordinate, so what role does this white-browed tiger play in it?
Zhuo Baiyun's expression was complicated.
He already understood why the blood beads appeared next to him, and why the people in Shuiyun Palace suffered the most.
This must be because Mu Ling was worried that he would find out the flaw and kill him.
But what are those crazy blood mists? What is Mu Ling’s purpose? Could this person be fighting for Kui Yuan in the secret realm?
Ying Haobai clenched his hands tightly and gritted his teeth: "These are all your guesses. What evidence do you have? Don't forget that before, Mu Ling set up a formation to look at the air, to gauge the bad luck, and to
Everyone here has passed through the Ghost Path safely!"
When Chu Xisheng heard this, he smiled sarcastically: "This statement is reasonable, but let's think about it from another angle. Isn't his purpose to send everyone intact to the killing monument to be slaughtered? There are nearly four people over there.
Hundreds of corpses had their energy, blood, essence, and spiritual essence extracted from them, and we still don’t know where they went.”
Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a arrogant look: "And why do I need evidence? If he looks suspicious, just kill him."
Of course he can't be so cruel and kill people for no reason.
It was only after close observation that he found that there were indeed no traces of the Heart-Lost Gu on this person, so he suddenly attacked and killed him.
This Mu Ling was either the real culprit of that blood mist; or he was aware of the heart-drawing Gu and had a way to prevent it and get rid of it.
No matter what the situation is, the person can be punished.
What made Chu Xisheng feel slightly depressed was that the veins on the faces of everyone present had not subsided and were still bulging and squirming.
Some of the symptoms are more obvious and have even spread to the face.
The scary thing is that these people in front of me have no sense of these abnormalities at all.
Just when Chu Xisheng frowned slightly and felt vaguely uneasy, the entire white marble square suddenly began to shake.
Some people were caught off guard and had to hold on to the sarcophagus next to them to stand firm.
At this time, there was a trace of strange red spiritual light, falling from the sky, and landed directly on the medicine pool in front of the monument with the word "Dream".
Then the aura transformed, condensing into a middle-aged figure with elegant temperament and dignified appearance.
Chu Xisheng looked slightly startled when he saw this person.
This illusory soul that appeared on the medicine pool was actually the master of Dongzhou Lunwu Building, Situ Li, a bachelor of divine mechanics, whom they saw when they entered the secret realm.
Why is this person here?
After Situ Li appeared in the medicine pool, he first glanced around. Then his eyes stopped on Mu Ling's body.
He frowned, then raised his hand and pointed, pulling out a stream of green energy from the medicine pool and sending it into Mu Ling's flesh that had been chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
Then the blood that Mu Ling spilled began to flow back, and his body was spliced together by a strange force, and it was restored to its original state in a very short period of time.
On his face, which was stained with blood, the corners of his lips rose up, revealing a strange smile.
Chu Xisheng was secretly frightened, and her heart skipped a beat. However, he slashed out without hesitation and cut off Mu Ling's head again.
However, the light of Chu Xisheng's sword had just passed by, and the wound on Mu Ling's neck was restored to its original state. Mu Ling's figure also suddenly swept back and exited the range covered by Chu Xisheng's blade at full speed.
At the same time, Ying Haobai held the water-splitting thorn in his left hand and attacked Chu Xisheng from the side again.
At this time, there was more than one person taking action against Chu Xisheng.
Several ninth-grade martial arts cultivators nearby could not control their bodies and pounced towards Chu Xisheng like crazy tigers.
This chapter has been completed!