Chapter 537: The Great Floating Slaughter (1/2)
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”If you are still a brother, leave here immediately ... Remember to avenge me later, I believe you have this ability ...”
Mu Feng pulled the sword out of the enemy's throat, and the bright drops of blood bounced lightly, eye-catching.
The rampant killing air permeated all areas of Jingjian Peak.
Shaw's cold wind blew coldly on the body.
Chu Hen looked at the man of his own age, and Mu Feng at this moment seemed to be different from usual.
There was an indescribable coldness in the breath emanating from the other person.
Chu Hen's eyelids lifted, and he nodded deeply, ”You have always been my brother of Chu Hen.”
Mu Feng smiled calmly and nodded.
”Take care!”
Having said that, Mu Feng turned sideways and turned into a trail of shadows and devoted herself to the melee.
Sword and sword, stunning as rainbow!
Mu Feng stood up against the sword, a bright golden sword shadow bloomed out of his body like the next day, the dense sword light spread out sharply, and the flesh and blood strangled by several nearby Shulu Zong disciples was blurred ...
”what!”
The miserable scream was frustrating, and after the surprise, a dozen people were besieged on all sides.
”Hey, isn't this the young master of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion? I'm going to teach you some good tricks.”
”Receiving this straw bag, Mu Xiongcai was arrested.”
”Nice, do it.”
...
The crowd was so powerful and violent, like a fierce beast, Mu Feng's eyes flashed with a pale gray awn, and he rushed out directly to the person in front of him.
”Oh!”
Mu Feng's speed is extremely fast, and there is an afterimage in the air. With the rapid wind breaking, the afterimage of Mu Feng penetrates the person's body, and the powerful sword strikes down. The man was torn by Jian Guang in several moments, screaming, and there was no dead body.
”Jack!”
Seeing Mu Feng's shot so fiercely, everyone around him was stunned and angry, showing powerful moves to attack.
Mu Feng, who was caught in the siege, was not rushed. He changed the frivolity and carelessness of the past. He picked a few enemies with a sword, and the shadow of the sword was wanton. The flow of attack and defense was impeccable.
However, even with Mu Feng's joining, the side of Tongtian Sword Pavilion is still losing ground.
Tongtian Sword Pavilion could not fight it with one enemy and three.
More and more people in the Sword Pavilion died here, astounding Jianfeng, shouting and killing the sky ...
Darkly, the sun and the moon are dim, the dozens of meters of sword ancestral sculpture located in the north area of the square quietly ”looks” at this scene. It witnesses the rise of the sword tower of Tiantian, but it is also necessary to witness the sword tower Dying.
...
”Boom!”
Over Jiuxiao, the strong surging air waves rippled continuously.
Mu Xiongcai opened the three men with one sword, and staring at the disciples of Tongtian Sword Pavilion across the corpse below, Yingwu's face quietly covered with a thick layer of frost.
”Shameless old thief ...”
”Huh.” Sura Zongzong, the lord sneer, sneered, waving his sleeves, and said, ”Mu Xiongcai, you are toasting, not eating and punishing, no wonder we are.”
”Master Muge.” Helian, the master of the phantom rain gate, said, ”If you hand over the floating sword and” Dafutu Devil ”, I will leave immediately.”
”That's right, I also promised to stop here.” Xuefei Palace also continued.
...
Mu Xiong just stared blankly and laughed. ”Hahahaha, don't pretend. I'll ask you one more ...”
When the momentum turned, Mu Xiong's talent was suddenly cold, and his sword-like eyes swept at the three of them. ”Are you guys rolling or not?”
Roll and not roll?
The majestic power caused the hearts of everyone present to shake violently.
”Ridiculous ...” Lian Ye drank a stern shout, and the majestic blood-colored real elements gathered around him, then spread his arms, and angered, ”I don't see anything that doesn't cry in the coffin, let's die!”
”Da Luo blood formation!”
”Rumble ...”
After a series of heavy turbulences, I saw Mu Xiongcai as the center suddenly rushing out a dozen blood columns, each blood column was a hundred feet high, exuding the might of heaven, and the blood column was complicated and strange. The runes are secretive, especially the fierce manic fluctuations that distort the sky.
At the same time, Helian Zhong, the phantom of the rain, followed the whole body to release thunder.
Wind and thunder rolled, dark clouds covered the top!
The Leimang gathered over Muxiongcai interweaves into a huge thunderbolt optical network, and the twisted space is dreamy and destructive.
”Sky Magic Thundernet!”
...
Similarly, Xuefei Palace on the other side of the monarchy also exploded with a mighty power. The tsunami-like tide of true yuan, such as a huge tornado, stirred the octagonal sky and formed a towering mountain. Scary monster.
The giant beast looks like a dragon head, but also looks like a bow, facing horrible, like an ancient monster.
...
This?
God!
Looking at this scene in the void, the crowds of the major sects far away from Jing Jianfeng all changed their faces, their eyes widened, and they were all moved.
Is this the full blow of the land's mysterious powerhouse?
The oppression emanating from this time alone is enough to make countless people in this room breathless.
”The Lord ...”
Numerous elders and disciples in Tongtian Sword Pavilion showed a lot of worries, Mu Feng could not help but tighten the hilt in his palm, his eyes faintly red.
...
”Hey.” Lian Ye showed a smirk of groan, ”It's over, Master Mu Ge.”
”Buzz!”
In that moment, more than a dozen blood-colored beams of light bloomed into the sky, and each beam of light rolled up a thick killing gas and attacked Mu Xiongcai.
Twisted space, the sky full of thunder nets shrouded, the power of extinction, overthrow the rivers and mountains.
The towering giant beast is raging like a mountain.
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