The knife in Xiao Shi's hand was like a green seedling, with a cold light, from the upper right to the lower left, and everything moved. The knife seemed to slash, causing a sharp roar, and was about to cut Mo Xian into two pieces.

Mo Xian casually dragged the purple bamboo stick in his hand, looking slow and soft, but happened to touch his sword light. Mo Xian dragged it, and the sword light was deflected and fell into nothing.

Xiao Shi exhaled and opened his breath. The sword's qi grew rapidly and was about to slash forward. But Mo Xian pulled the sword light back with his staff. His hand flipped, and his movements were still slow, but somehow, it seemed as if he had broken through the space distance, and was hitting him. At this time, his sword energy was unfolding.

Everything suddenly stopped, and in an instant, the whole person was like mud and sand, and the four major collapsed and completely dispersed. A living person dispersed in front of everyone's eyes, and the scene was strange.

"What kind of kung fu are you doing?" Mu Shan asked involuntarily.

"There is no skill, it's just breaking the connection between small things." Mo Xian answered him unexpectedly.

At this time, Mu Shan realized that he had asked questions unconsciously. In the world of cultivation, various magical skills emerged one after another. Obviously, this was a magical technique, but Mu Shan thought he had seen something. If the purple bamboo stick hits his body, it would be fine. Mu Shan was not afraid, and it would only work when it hit him. He didn't think Mo Xian could hit him.

"Kill my disciple and take your life!" Mu Shan roared, and waved the two axes in his hand. The qi took shape, like scissors, and came with it. Mo Xian said in his hand: "Fight and fight!" The purple bamboo stick in his hand seemed to be hit by the void, but it happened to hit the key point of the qi. The qi whimpered and dispersed immediately.

"Brother Mu, pay attention!" A black light shot out from the side and hit Mo Xian's ribs. Mo Xian just dissipated the Qi. The head of the staff trembled, and the purple light grew rapidly, wrapped in white lotus, and spread straight towards Mu Shan. Mu Shan showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and the Qi burst out with two axes in his hand. However, when he was not paying attention, a white lotus appeared behind him.

At this moment, Guanzhi activated, and a black light hit Mo Xian. Mo Xian turned his hand and countless white lotus appeared beside him. The black light suddenly stopped and a black snake appeared. The black snake paused, and with a slight sound, it turned into countless tiny flying insects, surrounding Mo Xian.

The white lotus behind Mushan was reminded by Guanzhi. Mushan hurriedly turned outward, and the white lotus suddenly shone brightly, like fire, brushing through the corner of his clothes. Wherever he passed, all the matter disappeared. Although Mushan was only a corner of his clothes, he was shocked. The cold sweat was only wet. This was Mo Xian who focused most of his attention on preventing the black light.

Mu Shan took several steps back and looked at Mo Xian, without any expression of contempt. Although he did not understand this method, he also knew that this was not a method of martial arts cultivator.

The lotus flowers around Mo Xian were protecting himself. He could see that the tiny flying insect-like black smoke was so subtle that the naked eye could not see clearly. He remembered that this was a method of ghost cultivating in this world, and it was actually a kind of method. In Mo Xian's world, there were many types of magic classifications, including five elements, protection and attack, etc., but one of them was divided into fire, thunder, Dou, and Plague. Mo Xian himself had obtained a method of practicing the plague banner. He told Jiuqiu Xian Gu at the Holy Gate.

For the magic of the plague, true fire is the first choice. It will burn out the plague energy before it enters the body. If the plague energy enters the body, it will be more troublesome. When Mo Xian thought of this, he moved his hand and activated the fire talisman. In an instant, a sea of ​​fire became a sea of ​​fire around him, and countless fire crows were flying around. At this time, Mo Xian realized that since the talisman was achieved, although it was the achievement of the deity, he used the talisman himself to move it, and the heaven and earth would help him.

Guanzhi originally used the method of saving Mushan, and turned into a black snake. He didn't expect Mo Xian to be even more cruel. He drank all his plague energy with a handful of fire. Although he did not hurt himself, he had cultivated this plague for many years. Whenever he was released, he would turn into pus in a moment or three moments.

Mo Xian solved the plague aura and looked at Guan Zhi coldly. A red rainbow appeared and fell straight to his head. He had a circle of purple bamboo sticks in his hand, white lotus flowers, and purple aura spread. He circled Mushan into it, and fought alone for two people.

Mu Shan was amused, and the two axes in his hand were played. The cloaks on the left and right sides were filled with energy. He shouted and broke out. The axes burst out and turned into a green wolf. He roared and rushed out with the lotus. He finally used the true meaning of martial arts, but his image did not attract Mo Xian's excessive attention. Mo Xian knocked on the head of the green wolf under a stick and directly broke the green wolf.

Most of the attention was on Guan Zhi. When Guan Zhi saw Zhu Hong coming, he also sacrificed something, but it was a vase, but it was covered with talismans with yin energy. A stream of water from the yellow spring emerged from the bottle and headed straight towards the Zhu Chan Sword.

The Zhu Chan Sword suddenly disappeared, and Mo Xian's heart suddenly sounded, and a breath of true energy spurted out of his mouth. The Zhu Chan Sword made a brilliant light and rushed away the water of the Yellow Springs and returned to Mo Xian's side. The other party obviously did not expect that the Zhu Chan Sword could actually escape his water of the Yellow Springs.

He spent a lot of effort to sacrifice the water of the yellow spring in this bottle, and he also lost several evil spirits. Usually, when the Yinhe bottle comes out and the yellow spring water appears, no matter what the other party is, the magic weapon will immediately decrease when it comes into contact with it. If you are not careful, it will turn into mortal iron.

Unexpectedly, although the Zhu Chan Sword was dim, Guan Zhi felt even more distressed because he found that a toxin was inexplicably mixed in. This was not a real substance, but a kind of energy. Mo Xian knew that the information on the Zhu Chan Sword was lost and the water in the yellow spring was no longer pure. Guan Zhi felt very distressed and had to spend a lot of effort to purify it.

Mo Xian took the sword back to his body to warm up, and Guanzhi also put the Yinhe bottle into his body. This was beyond Mo Xian's expectation. Then he thought, he was afraid that this magic weapon would have certain restrictions. It seemed that this ghost cultivator was not an easy crime.

He opened his mouth and took a breath of true energy in the southeast Xun direction, and suddenly blew towards Guanzhi. In an instant, sand and stones flew straight into Guanzhi. The black smoke around Guanzhi became thick. In a blink of an eye, the ghost sounded chirping. A ghost king walked out. Behind him, the black smoke could not be seen. The black smoke around him quickly turned into Yinming. At this time, the wind had arrived. In an instant, Yinming retreated, and the ghosts collapsed one by one and turned into black smoke. He would not affect Mo Xian for the time being.

Mo Xian turned around, the purple bamboo stick in his hand disappeared, and a square painting halberd appeared. It happened that Mu Shan roared and rushed over. Mo Xian thrust the halberd in his hand, shouted, and exerted force with his arms. With a sound of force, the two sides intersected. Mo Xian's halberd weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and his arms were powered by three dragons. Even if he did not use the qi, his strength was beyond Mu Shan's expectations.

Mushan flew over.
Chapter completed!