"That's good."

Liu Yanqing said with a smile, stayed here for a short time, then said goodbye and left.

The night was dark, Mu Bei looked at the night sky, paused, and left the Mu Mansion and walked out of the city.

The courtyard is your own residence. It is not good to make a big fuss, and it is even worse to be stained with blood.

It was almost midnight, and there were still many people on the streets of Puyun City. It was the Seven Cities Competition, and Puyun City was too lively.

Following the familiar road, a quarter of an hour later, he walked out of Puyun City, hundreds of feet away from the city gate.

The moon shrouded the earth, the silver glow was faint, and the surroundings were empty and silent.

"Come out."

Turning around, he said softly.

The air was quiet. After three breaths, a man in black walked out from behind two big trees, both of them covering their faces.

"Did you lure us here on purpose?!"

One of them said in a deep voice.

"Is it important?"

Mubei Road.

"It's really not important. What's important is that you can die!"

The two of them moved at the same time, one punching and the other waving his palms. Their fierce punches and powerful palms pressed against Mu Bei.

Mu Bei's face was calm, the Suzaku Sword was unsheathed, and the Seventy-Two Swords were unfolded, evolving into thirty-two sword shadows, covering the two of them together.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

The two men in black were surprised.

With a cultivation level in the Bone Forging Realm, thirty-two sword shadows can be evolved when swinging a sword, which is simply unheard of!

Mu Bei remained silent and swung Sword Seventy-Two to its current limit. The sword style was mysterious and unpredictable, forcing the two of them to retreat continuously.

When he was in the Qingyun Sword Sect, he fought many bloody battles with foreign enemies. His combat experience was already good. Now he has mastered the mysterious and domineering sword peerless. His body has been polished to be extremely tough. Coupled with the seventy-two sword martial arts, he has no fear at all.

An ordinary blood-containing realm warrior.

After dozens of breaths, accompanied by a scream, one of the men's right hand was cut off, and blood splattered everywhere.

"How can it be?!"

The two men in black were shocked and angry. After a moment of pause, they quickly retreated.

They were all in the middle stage of accumulating blood, but when they worked together, they were no match for Mu Bei, and one of them was seriously injured.

If you keep fighting, I'm afraid you'll suffer!

Mu Bei caught up with the two of them in an instant, and Sword Seventy-Two enveloped the two of them again, leaving no room for them to dodge.

The two were forced to fight, but they were no match at all.

"puff!"

After ten breaths, the man in black with a broken arm was decapitated with a sword.

The other person was also seriously injured and bleeding continuously. After struggling for a while, Mu Bei stepped on his foot.

"Don't... don't kill me!" The man tremblingly took out a gray bag: "There are two first-grade spiritual stones in here. As long as you let me go, these two first-grade spiritual stones will be yours!"

Mu Bei swung his sword, and a head flew out.
Chapter completed!