"In your name, summon the darkness to come! Retire the seal! Kill!" After reading a few sentences that seem to be curses and are not curses, the little demon snatched him in front of him and fought with the old monster Luo.

Strong! Unexpectedly strong! Mu Qingshan couldn't believe his eyes. After the little demon transformed, his speed was greatly enhanced, and his figure moved at high speed like a ghost, attacking step by step. The hard blood clawed Yu Luo's black round blade in the hand of the old monster Luo instantly collided dozens of times, completely using hard to hard, and using a strong attack to force the old monster Luo to retreat repeatedly.

However, although the little demon seemed to have the upper hand, he never forced the old monster Luo into a desperate situation. It can only be said that the old monster is deeply intensive, has a long qi, and has experienced many battles. His experience in facing the enemy is really rich, and he is not a character that can be won in one moment.

Mu Qingshan did not join the battle in time. On the surface, if he joined immediately, perhaps with the uninterrupted cooperation between the two, the success rate of dealing with this monster old man would be much greater. However, Mu Qingshan was not very nervous, but was very puzzled. Why was the little demon willing to show his true strength until now? If he had used such powerful power early in the morning, this monster old man would have escaped in panic long ago.

No! The situation is too wrong. The little demon's previous wounds were miraculously restored. The clothes were only damaged, and he became more and more brave as he fought. His tactics seemed very strange. The attack line became too single, and there were just a few moves coming and going, kicking and punching, straightforward. Although the force on the fist was astonishing, he could not exert the lethality he deserved, and Old Monster Luo's defense seemed to be easier.

At this moment, the little demon seemed to have changed. Or rather, the rationality in his eyes was slowly disappearing, and there was a bloodthirsty red left. No! This would not be able to defeat the strange old man! Mu Qingshan suddenly understood this principle and immediately became much more anxious.

The situation of the little demon is getting weirder and strange. Mu Qingshan cannot sit idly by. If he wants to defeat the strange old man, he will put his hope on that move! Mu Qingshan silently recalled the scene when General Su used the third Wuji style that day. In fact, until the moment before, he had just completed the second "lightning" of the third Wuji style. Now he must immediately perform in the battle and forcefully complete the third style. It is also the most powerful style. "Thunderbolt!" is too difficult. But Mu Qingshan knew that he had no choice. Whether it was for the little demon who was fighting bloody or for Park Cunhu who was already lying on the ground, he had to complete this style immediately.

The two auras in the body were still fighting endlessly. The strong and yang-like fire holy light energy occupied most of the meridians on the left, and there was like a burning torch in the right half, while the right half was like a cold and cold energy. The cold and evil energy ran around half of the body. The pain in the middle was really painful, just like a person drinking water, knowing the cold and warmth, which was not enough to be told to outsiders.

The state of mind gradually fell into a state of unwavering ancient wells, and the sound of fighting in front of me became farther and farther away. Mu Qingshan thought about the use of the third style of Wuji, but he accidentally entered a semi-empty realm.

The boundless pain suffered by the body still exists, but the spiritual consciousness seems to be forcibly withdrawn. In the middle of half-dream and half-awake, the two energy forces are constantly fighting in the body, and a tug-of-war of control of the body begins.

Mu Qingshan stood on the grass, and the battle between the little demon and the old monster Luo not far away was coming to an end. The old monster Luo had been defending for a long time. A black round blade kept the whole body tightly and airtightly. The changes between the sword energy were becoming more and more exquisite. He had gradually adapted to the little demon's attack route and strength, and was about to turn into an attack.

"Monster! Today is your death date! You are already exhausted!" Old Monster Luo became more and more proud, his sword force soared, and his whole body was dancing like a steel nail, firmly nailed to the ground without retreating. He let the little demon's body moves look like lightning, left and right, front and back, and it was always one step away to attack his defense.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Old Monster Luo gathered his skills and slashed three times in a row, not only to resolve the little demon's attack, but also sent out a sword energy. The little demon's body technique was finally slowed down one step, and was hit by a knife and floated out with the pain.

If the old monster Luo is allowed to act in one go, continue to launch his sword force and use his will to control the sword, I am afraid that the little demon will not only find it difficult to gain the initiative, but will even decline and be defeated.

At this time, Mu Qingshan finally finished his exercises, and his heart was so excited that he could not speak up. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see the little demon being slashed by the old monster Luo with a knife. His arm suddenly raised his head, and a ball of dazzling silver lightning was generated from Mu Qingshan's palm, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Thunderbolt!"

A silver lightning as thick as two fingers was released from Mu Qingshan's palm and instantly slashed in front of Old Monster Luo.

Old Monster Luo felt his eyes lit up, and the pores all over his body felt thorny. With the intuition of the warrior, he suddenly turned sideways and barely avoided the flowing light emitted from Mu Qingshan's palm.

Boom! It was like falling thunder came to the world. The lightning light emitted by Mu Qingshan hit the land behind Old Monster Luo hard. The soil splashed everywhere, and a neat burn mark appeared on the ground.

He failed to hit the attack, but this momentum really scared the old monster Luo. You know, Mu Qingshan's internal strength was much worse than himself, but it could cause lightning to hit the top. This was beyond the scope of martial arts and could be regarded as a legendary fairy art. How could Old Monster Luo not be scared? The round blade in his hand pointed directly at Mu Qingshan, and a huge sharp sword energy broke through the air and slashed heavily on Mu Qingshan.

Mu Qingshan opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he was not surprised but happy. After just sending out that "thunder bomb", the two energy in his body tangled and mixed together, and his body felt like he would be torn into two halves immediately. Although the old monster Luo's heavy slash cut Mu Qingshan's front chest into a bloody and flesh, it reduced the pain in his body a lot.

When Old Monster Luo saw Mu Qingshan experiencing a knife attack, he couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart. He was about to slash his back hand, but the blood-filled little demon rushed up again. The two of them immediately tangled in one place.

Mu Qingshan gritted his steel teeth, raised his arm high, gathered his energy and focused his mind. When the little demon was cut to the ground again, he shouted: "Thunder!"

Another silver lightning shot out from Mu Qingshan's palm. This sound was somewhat like an immortal skill described in a monster novel, such as the thunder in a palm.

This time, the old monster Luo was prepared for a long time. When Mu Qingshan raised his arm, he immediately flew more than five meters away, and even climbed over a few four buckets. Silver light flashed, and another big pit appeared on the grass.

The chips flew everywhere. Mu Qingshan felt weak in his body. He felt as if he had tear and pain before. Instead, he felt numbness and ignorance. His body was extremely tired and stuck on the verge of collapse. He believed that he would soon lose control of this **.

The little demon's ** recovery power was amazing. He was just cut to the ground by the old monster Luo and kicked it away. He rushed up like a ok with nothing. Except for the blood on his lips becoming increasingly dimmer, it was no different from just now.

This time, the little demon took three moves under the hands of the old monster Luo, and was slashed by a knife. The round blade in his hand was pulled horizontally. The little demon fell out like a piece of wood, and blood splattered all over the ground. The old monster Luo became more and more familiar with the attack mode of the little demon. It was easy to deal with him. When the blood clan did not have the advantage in speed and strength, compared with the old monster Luo who was well versed in ancient Chinese martial arts, it was like the gap between children and adults. The exquisite moves of the ancient martial arts of the Chinese martial arts are completely beyond the simple skills of the blood clan.

Mu Qingshan raised his arm again, and Old Monster Luo quickly flew to the left, then two backflips in succession. He found that there was no lightning flashing in front of him, so scared that his toes kept lit up the ground, and flew out more than ten meters away like a harrier eagle. Only then did he realize that Mu Qingshan just raised his arm without using thunder again. The little demon stood up again. This time, Old Monster Luo didn't wait for him to approach, and slashed the little demon with a knife energy, slashing it to the ground.

Old Monster Luo has made up his mind and must first remove Mu Qingshan, an opponent who can threaten him.

Secretly retaining three points of energy to respond, Old Monster Luo carried a black round blade in his hand, maintained a medium speed, and rushed towards Mu Qingshan. He did not dare to use the sword energy anymore, and decided to use the sharp blade to cut Mu Qingshan off his arm first. Old Monster Luo rushed to a position five or six meters away from Mu Qingshan. Mu Qingshan shouted violently from his mouth: "Thunderbolt!"

When Old Monster Luo heard this, he stood still. Seeing that there was nothing unusual in Mu Qingshan's palm, he finally let go of his heart. Knowing that the other party was powerless to use another powerful move, he couldn't help laughing on his face.

Mu Qingshan's face was as calm as water. At this moment, it was the last moment of the life and death pass. Finally, he spit out two words from his mouth: "Thunder!"

Although Old Monster Luo concluded that the boy in front of him was powerless to emit lightning, he still flashed like a conditioned reflex when he heard these two words, not afraid of ten thousand, but only for what if.

Unexpectedly, when the old monster Luo thought about it, he suddenly realized that his leg was slow to move, as if he was out of control. In surprise, he couldn't help but look down and his soul was scattered.

I don't know when my feet were entangled by a large ball of weed. The ball grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was written in such a strange way that even though Old Monster Luo was as firm as steel, he was stunned on the spot at this moment.

Mu Qingshan used all his strength, and a lightning light as thick as three fingers came out of his palm and bombarded heavily in front of Old Monster Luo's chest. Mingting heard a loud bang yesterday. Old Monster Luo's whole body was like a shell that had taken off his chamber, flew straight to the back, and fell heavily on the grass more than 20 meters away.

As soon as the old monster Luo's body fell to the ground, it was immediately wrapped tightly by the wild grass growing wildly. Soon, it turned into an extremely strange and huge grass cocoon. This was also another way of attack by Mu Qingshan using his extraordinary power.

After Mu Qingshan used this last blow, his whole body was exhausted, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground with his butt, his eyes began to be confused and dissipated. He had completely exceeded his body's limit of tolerance, and his whole body was empty, as if he was sitting on a cloud and mist, with no effort at all.

Is it finally over? The feeling in Mu Qingshan’s heart at this moment cannot be said to be like what kind of feeling.

The blood clan's ** was indeed strong. The little demon stood up again, walked to Mu Qingshan, stretched out his arm, and showed an evil smile on his face. This smile with two fangs was so gentle in Mu Qingshan's trance eyes.

A tip of the sword came out of Xiao Yao's chest, freezing the warm smile in front of Mu Qingshan.

The sword tip gently stirred and stroked, and the little demon's body was almost divided into two halves without any obstacles, and the blood of the big bunch splattered on Mu Qingshan's head and face.

Did this blood spurt out from the little demon? It was still warm.

At this moment, Mu Qingshan's brain almost completely paused to think. The impact in front of him was too strong. His good brother and good comrades were cut in half in front of him. This kind of scene was not something that anyone could bear.

The little demon's body fell to the ground with a slam. On the grass more than 20 meters away, strange grasses that grew to the thickness of a little finger were scattered all over the ground. Old Monster Luo broke out of the cocoon, and the black round blade in his hand had already turned into pieces. He held a simple and simplified sword with a strange ancient sword covered with seal script.

The old monster Luo stood in front of Mu Qingshan, and let out a long roar, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

The thunder bomb just now, the old monster Luo gathered his lifelong skills on the round blade as the moment the lightning strike came. It was a critical moment and placed the round blade in front of his chest, blocking Mu Qingshan's "thunder bomb"!

The black round blade is made of special material, neither gold nor wood. It is obtained from the ** Tantric Buddhism and is made of yak bone secret. This bone knife can also be regarded as half an insulator. Therefore, the old monster Luo can save his life, and it is obvious that the round blade was smashed completely.

Even so, Old Monster Luo was also seriously injured by this recoil force. It was difficult for him to recover to his previous peak level without a year or two in under cultivation.

As the weapon was shattered, Old Monster Luo was in the grass cocoon generated by a strange force. He made a quick decision and immediately shattered the cloth bag on his back. He took out the treasure that he stole from his master back then, a real magic weapon, and Liuyun, the first sword in Wudang Mountain in the past.

The identity of the old monster Luo was about to emerge. It turned out that he was not a evil figure that seemed to be. Everything was just a cover-up. His true identity was from the famous and upright Wudang Mountain.

With the Liuyun Sword in hand, the momentum of the old monster Luo was completely different from before. He would not give Mu Qingshan any chance. He shook his wrist and the long sword in his palm immediately changed. Six sword energy appeared, blooming like a lotus, and opened in the two large acupoints and joints of the limbs on Mu Qingshan's chest.

Mu Qingshan's body was already empty, the old power had passed away, and the new power had not yet emerged. With these six sword energy, it immediately blocked all the qi induction in the meridians, and became a waste person who was even worse than ordinary people. Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember this site to help promote it! This site!

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