The magic patterns on the surface of the shield also changed at the same time, turning into hinges, tightly tying themselves to the end of the long stick.
The big man in the silver cloak was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party had left so many back-up plans.
He only needed to shake it hard at this moment. Although the shield seemed to be fierce, it would never be able to get stuck on the long stick, but it would only take a very short time, and it would not be able to hit Mu Sha who was coming towards him.
"Let's see how strong your defense is!"
The big man in the silver cloak withdrew his hands at the same time and shouted loudly. He had already given up his long stick magic weapon, and the magic power in his hand was swatted at Mu Sha like a tide.
"Bang bang bang..."
In less than half a breath, Mu Sha's body was blown away like a rag sack, a long black afterimage was pulled out, and it hit the ground heavily.
At this moment, the big man in a silver cloak in the void had his clothes on his chest torn to pieces, and blood marks were drawn on his body.
The big man gasped violently for a few breaths, with a look of horror in his eyes.
"This person's 'White Bone Patterned Armor' has actually cultivated to such an extent that he can break through the body-protecting aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator..."
Of course he knew what those colorful bone spurs on Mu Sha's body were. They were the "White Bone Stained Armor", a masochistic technique of the black demon clan.
In the middle stage of Jindan, Mu Sha made use of this bone armor, desperately trying his best, and first resorted to tricks to hold back his own magic weapon so that he could not immediately return to his aid.
Afterwards, Mu Sha used the Black Demon Tribe's strongest close-quarters attack, a close-quarters attack.
Mu Sha's practice of "Bone-colored Armor" must have reached an extremely advanced level, and it actually broke through his own body-protecting aura, which made the big man in the silver cloak look in disbelief.
Although it only left a trail of blood marks on his body and did not cause much damage, it was enough to shock others. In the middle stage of the Golden Elixir and the early stage of Nascent Soul, the opponent even hurt himself.
"Can you fight across levels? Humph...the gap is just a gap. No matter how strong you are, how much can you hurt me? Die!"
Looking down at Mu Sha lying on the edge of the "lake" in a pile of mud, the big man in the silver cloak made a move, and the long stick flew into his hand again.
With a strong jolt, the long stick trembled violently, and a shadow appeared at both ends. The black magic pattern shield that was still spinning at the head of the stick suddenly fell into pieces and flew away in all directions.
In the mud pit below, Mu Sha was already dying, and all the bone spurs on his body had been broken.
Although the big man in the silver cloak was not a physical practitioner, his physical body in the Nascent Soul realm and the protective aura completely blocked his crazy attacks.
At this moment, Mu Sha's body was covered in blood holes, with streams of blood pouring out, and most of his black clothes were torn to pieces.
But what is surprising is that the blood coming out of those blood holes only started to slow down for a moment, as if it had been blocked by someone's hands.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are granules slowly starting to squirm there!
Mu Sha's eyes looked at the night sky, still neither happy nor sad, but they had lost their luster. He had experienced too many battles, and death was only a matter of time.
"boom!"
The head of a stick pierced Mu Sha's chest directly, driving his whole body into the depths of the mud in an instant.
With this sound After the loud noise, the legs of the big man in silver cloak also fell heavily to the ground, sinking deeply into the ground, splashing countless soil and flying. This blow injected all the mana in his body.
The big man in the silver cloak took a deep breath. After the mana was poured out instantly, coupled with the large amount of energy he spent digging into the ground, he felt physically and mentally exhausted at this moment.
His consciousness penetrated the ground, and sure enough, his long stick had been inserted directly into the opponent's chest, and Mu Sha had no breath at all.
"Bah! Damn it, why don't you die... Let's see if you're not dead yet!"
The big man in the silver cloak exerted force with one hand and inserted and pulled out a long stick. As the long stick was pulled out, a bloody arrow was also brought out by him.
There was a flash of light in his other hand, and a bottle of elixir appeared in his hand. His magic power had reached a low point at this moment, and he needed to recover as soon as possible before he rushed back to the sect.
And just as he pulled out the long stick, the big man suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did Mu Sha's body not explode into a ball of blood mist under his full blow?
At that moment, there was a boundless palpitation in my heart, rising up!
"not good!"
He instinctively wanted to jump high into the sky. In an instant, a cold light flashed in the bloody arrow that shot out from the long stick, incredibly fast.
In a flash, he was at his feet. The man in the silver cloak was so frightened that he could only desperately summon up the last remaining mana in his body.
"boom!"
The protective light shield shattered in an instant, and then the big man in the silver cloak felt a cold in his crotch, and then a sharp pain came from between his legs below. Then his Nascent Soul was numb all over his body, and he could no longer move.
Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the ground. The next moment, the man's punches turned into afterimages, all of which hit the Dantian of the big man who was standing there blankly.
The sound of "bang bang bang..." was heard endlessly, and the big man in the silver cloak seemed to be convulsed in the wind, and his body was shaking continuously.
He was poisoned in the body at the moment, but his mind was still clear, and a fear of death filled his cheeks.
"Boom!"
In less than a breath, his lower abdomen exploded. Without hesitation, Mu Sha punched out again, directly hitting the exposed Nascent Soul.
In an instant, a sharp bone spur appeared on the fist again, directly piercing Nascent Soul's body.
"You...you...how did you..."
At the moment of Nascent Soul's death, the big man finally left his confinement and expressed his final unwillingness. However, before he could finish speaking, his burly body fell to the ground on his back with a fountain of blood gushing out of his abdomen.
Mu Sha also swayed for a while, took a few steps back and sat on the ground, breathing heavily. The blood hole in his chest also had blood gushing out due to his full strength.
In the dark night, the heavy smell of blood spread far to the surroundings.
Ever since he was discovered by the opponent, Mu Sha knew that he was on the verge of life and death. He was no match for the opponent. He could not survive a head-on confrontation.
Interest rate.
He could only use all his strength, and at the same time he was constantly paralyzing the opponent. In just four breaths, even his body, which could recover from injuries on its own, was already in tatters.
Fortunately, he was experienced in fighting and avoided all the fatal points. What he was waiting for was to consume most of the opponent's mana and lose alertness. That would be the perfect opportunity.
Therefore, the last act of pretending to be dead was also the most dangerous and most likely moment for him to actually die, but he finally used the "Black Demon God Armor" that he had hidden in his body, which was the final defense that could block the attack of the Yuanying monks.
However, in order to make the opponent relax his vigilance, he only made the "Dark Demon God Armor" appear in his body, protected his vital points, allowed the opponent's attack to penetrate the flesh, and blocked the fatal blow inside his body.
When the opponent drew out his long stick magic weapon, Mu Sha finally delivered the strongest blow!
The big man in the silver cloak became suspicious for just a moment, but time was enough. That was also the time when the big man's defense was at its worst...
After Mu Sha took a few breaths, he stood up unsteadily, covered in blood.
He took a few steps forward, bent down in front of the big man, and with a strong pull, he pulled out a long sword with a dark green blade and as thin as paper from the big man's lower body.
This sword is his natal magic weapon "Shadow!"
The entire sword body is tempered with poison that can threaten Yuanying monks.
In a slight flash of sword light, the head of the big man in a silver cloak with a frightened expression was cut off and then thrown into a storage bag.
Then, Mu Sha didn't care about his broken body like a torn sack, and quickly collected a storage ring from the big man and several storage bags around his waist, and then took off into the air.
At the same time, he waved his right hand and the long stick flew into his hand and disappeared. However, he waved his left hand and a column of black smoke fell on the big man in the silver cloak.
At the same time, Mu Sha had escaped into the night, and the burly body of the headless man in a silver cloak was turning into curls of black smoke and quickly disappeared.
On the grassland, soon there was only a huge lake left, as well as messy thatch lying everywhere, as well as the monsters that had already smelled the blood and rushed towards it.
But except for some blood stains on the ground, there was no one here.
In the dark night, Mu Sha tightened his lips. After swallowing the elixir, he felt the mana recovering in his body, as well as the wounds that had begun to itch and heal themselves without the need for the elixir.
He looked at the night sky of the endless grassland ahead, with a trace of confusion in his cold eyes.
"Who is he? Why doesn't my mother want to mention it at all?"
Now, of course, he knows that what happened to him is not caused by his mother using secret techniques to strengthen his body, as those in the clan thought, but that he has a strange bloodline...
In Fengshen Continent, Tianli tribe, in a training room in the attic, Li Yan was only wearing a pair of shorts, and the muscles on his body were bulging and shiny, giving people the impression that his energy and spirit were at their peak.
Sitting on his horse, he raised his hands high, and there was a loud rumbling sound in his body, like a tidal wave. There is a huge phantom of a monster above his head.
The outline of the monster's facial features is relatively clear. It looks like a ferocious tiger, with a body like a bullfight, sharp hair, a pair of evil wings on its back, and a huge mouth and fangs. It is one of the four unique ferocious beasts.
At this moment, Li Yan, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, and the shadow above his head also followed his movement, and then quickly disappeared.
"What's wrong with him? Is the time up?"
Li Yan was confused, but soon a green light flashed outside his body, and a set of green robes appeared on his body.
Outside the courtyard where Li Yan lives, Gong Shanhe, dressed in purple robes, is standing at the courtyard gate. He looks at the courtyard gate with a calm expression, but occasionally frowns, but will soon return to normal.
Suddenly, the courtyard door quietly opened from the inside to the outside. Seeing this, Gong Shanhe stepped in without hesitation.
In the pavilion hall, Li Yan looked at Gong Shanhe. Previously, he didn't see much from the other person's expression in his consciousness.
"Chief, what time is it now?"
Li Yan still asked according to his own thoughts. He felt that a few years had passed, but he didn't know the specific time.
Gong Shanhe came to see him alone, either for matters related to "Qing Ah Wang" or matters related to the seal.
"Two years and four months have passed since you and Ah Ying went into seclusion. There is no problem with the seal!"
Gong Shanhe guessed what Li Yan was thinking and opened his mouth to eliminate his two thoughts. Li Yan nodded and did not continue to ask. The other party came to see him if he had something to do and he would naturally explain it.
"The great elder is injured. Although it is not fatal, he still needs to be in seclusion for a period of time!"
Gong Shanhe's next words made Li Yan's eyes shrink and then flicker a few times.
"Yansan and the others broke their promise?"
Li Yan immediately asked, the only one who can hurt the great elder is Yan San, but the great elder has been injured, Yan San, who is lower than him, will definitely not be much better, but this is an extremely
bad news.
The Tianli tribe once again went to war with the wind beast, and Li Yan's inheritance of skills would definitely be affected. A series of results quickly emerged in Li Yan's mind, but unexpectedly Gong Shanhe shook his head.
"No, Yan San and we have never fought again. But a year ago, the fifth elder was seriously injured and brought back the second elder's dying Nascent Soul. Shortly after, the second elder died."
When Gong Shanhe said this, the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch. This incident dealt a serious blow to the Tianli people.
"The 'Qiong Lin Sect' made a move!"
Li Yan immediately thought of the result, and he was even more shocked. In just over two years, such an important event as the death of a Nascent Soul cultivator happened to the Tianli clan.
The Great Elder and the Fifth Elder were also injured one after another. Although Gong Shanhe did not say how injured the Great Elder was, it was not a serious injury for a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage to retreat for healing, but he had no idea about all this.
"Yes, they are so ambitious. When the second elder discovered it, it was already too late..."
There was a faint surge of anger in Gong Shanhe's calm tone.