Chapter 46 Sky Toad Clothes

Mu Chen walked vigorously, with a purple ball the size of a fingernail in the center of his right hand suspended, and the palm was placed horizontally, and the palm of his hand facing the thick fog the size of a palm.

"Bum!!!"

Mu Chen's full-speed impact and the rage of the ancient magic, the purple ball with the size of the nails collided with the palm-sized black fog ball, and the two seemingly small energy bodies aroused amazing destruction energy for a moment.

Although the energy of the two attacks is comparable, Mu Chen's ancient magic is really too violent. Coupled with the impact of its moon step, the residual airflow after the collision is all facing the direction of the black fog ball, so that Mu Chen, who stands next to the two energies, has not received any damage.

Although there was no substantial injury, the whole right arm had been shaken so much that it could not move at all, and bursts of pain wandered through every nerve of Mu Chen.

As soon as this fierce confrontation ended, Mu Chen endured the severe pain in his right arm, and a silky yellow light appeared in the palm of his hand and quickly pressed the ground. His face was solemn, purple permeated his eyes, and he clenched his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Sand fog array!"

After holding the ground with the palm of his hand, the ground vibrated slightly. Suddenly, countless yellow sand spewed out of the muddy land on the mountain. As soon as the ground appeared, they all split into yellow powder. Mu Chen's eyes had been staring at the ground and did not dare to make any mistakes at all. This was the most true gas he injected into the ground. Moreover, it is also mixed with a lot of purple arrogance. If there is a slight deviation, he will lose all his previous work. After failure, Qingyuan will definitely not give him a chance to turn over again.

This series of actions surprised Deyuan. He thought that even if Mu Chen could not be killed by the attack just now, he would be seriously injured, but now he not only did not be injured, but also launched a counterattack in an instant.

The folding fan that was originally closed in Qingyuan's hand opened with a "pop" and groaned coldly, "Don't think that the same move can make you escape from my hand twice."

Although this is said, the "sand fog array" does have its uniqueness. It can not only block the sense of sight and smell, but also greatly hinders the soul detection of spiritual masters in the array.

Looking at the gradually blurred surroundings, Qingyuan suddenly left the ground with his feet and soared in the air facing the ground. Although he could not see Mu Chen's specific position, it was absolutely impossible for him to leave the original square so quickly after completing the array and suddenly flew in the direction of Mu Chen. The speed was essentially different from that of the real master.

Mu Chen stood in the array and clearly saw Qingyuan who wanted to fly by himself. The latter flew and drove the ground behind him to roll up countless sand, which was called horrible.

Feeling the rushing Qingyuan, Mu Chen's mouth showed an imperceptible smile, which was fleeting. He did not avoid it. Under the terrible speed of Qingyuan, he could not avoid it at all. There was a layer of purple eyes that can decompose every action of Qingyuan extremely thoroughly, and the energy in every place could be seen. Clear.

Looking at the approaching horrible figure, it was precisely because he saw through everything from the other party that Mu Chen was even more nervous. This is simply the existence that he can't defeat now, but the reality tells him that he must face it.

The speed was very fast, and he came to Mu Chen in a blink of an eye. He suddenly slapped Mu Chen with a strong palm. The latter did not dodge, but also slapped him and palmed each other. Qingyuan couldn't help laughing: "The kid who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth, do you think he can fight against me head-on with such a little strength? It's simply looking for death."

Mu Chen's left palm collided with Qingyuan's palm, and the latter's originally smiling face suddenly became gloomy, and he looked at the young man opposite with incredible and anger.

An inch away from Mu Chen's palm, a small purple ball the size of a nail is emitting a strong and dazzling light, as if it dares not dare this boring loneliness, and it is about to explode.

"Touch!!!"

After a blast, Qingyuan and Mu Chen retreated several steps in a row. The palm that Qingyuan had just attacked exposed a drop of blood and clenched his teeth: "Damn, you have just finished using the array. How can you condense such a pure ancient magic spirit so quickly? You can't do it with your current ability."

"Of course I can't do it in such a short time, but who said that I condensed the ancient magic at that time." Mu Chen stared at Qingyuan with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, but his hands at this time left a trace of sweat on his face because of two large amounts of ancient magic and fierce attacks.

"When you first condensed the black fog, I began to condense the ancient magic with my hands, but one was bright and the other was dark. As for the sand fog array, I didn't use it to escape. More importantly, you took the bait, which made you take it lightly." Mu Chen explained unhurriedly, and at the same time, he was also buying time for his sore arms to be relieved.

Hearing Mu Chen's words, his fierce eyes are full of strong murderous intent. Under the battle with opponents who are far stronger than himself, he can still keep a clear mind and come up with such tactics, and rise from the first-class truth to the fourth-class truth in such a short time. If you don't kill now, it is indeed a great threat in the future.

Qingyuan's palm was also hurt lightly. The power of the ancient magic spirit was really beyond his imagination. The fourth-class real world alone had such destructive power, trembling slightly, and the injured palm could not condense the true qi for a while. This thing is too violent, and now I still have a little fear when I think of it.

Mu Chen retreated quietly, but Qingyuan did not relax his vigilance. All the subtle actions of the former were seen by him. After this loss, he would no longer be careless, and he held the intention to kill Mu Chen.

Qingyuan flew towards Mu Chen again, and his right arm kept rolling with terrible poison. Mu Chen quickly turned around and ran away, but how could his speed catch up with the spiritual master behind him? However, his back to Qingyuan's face did not appear anxious, and it seemed to be more like waiting for something.

Behind her, not far from Qingyuan, a shadow slowly emerged, holding a big emerald green bow in her hand, dozens of black iron arrows stuck on the string, and the girl's resolute face was full of indifference and murder.

The sharp arrow shot out of the bow string, and the arrow quickly passed through layers of thick fog with a sharp sound. In this special formation, the sound of the sharp arrow was covered and shot straight to the clear source.

As an array performer, the fog naturally does not hinder Mu Chen at all. Feeling the hurricane brought by the approaching sharp arrows, he suddenly launched several purple streamers under his feet, and the speed suddenly increased several times. For a time, it was comparable to the Qingyuan who kept chasing behind him. While running, his hands were still fast and condensing true air. , Zhenqi stirred up small and regular pictures and texts in his hands, shining with a silky purple light.

Qingyuan quickly accelerated when he saw this. Suddenly, his pupil dilated. As a third-class spiritual master, even if he was greatly hindered in this situation, the feeling of soul power would still be pure, and it was this trace of soul power that told him that danger was approaching.

Suddenly, he turned around and saw more than a dozen sharp arrows far away from his arms, towards his various key points, clenching his teeth and glancing at the already blurred Mu Chen's figure: "Da Damn, another one has been placed."

"Tian Toad Clothes!!"

Qingyuan shouted loudly, and then his snow-white skin suddenly became sticky and turned into a disgusting dark brown, oozing from the disgusting skin with foam like saliva.

The newly born dark brown skin is densely covered with small bean-shaped particles. This layer of unknown skin seems to be alive, and the lark almost spit out when it looks at this disgusting change from a distance.

The sharp arrow finally stabbed the skin full of poisonous acne with a buzzing sound. When the tip of the sword touched the strange skin, the latter trembled violently a few times, and the powerful power on the sharp arrow was removed in a moment. Only the sharpest sharp head of the sharp arrow pierced a little bit. After piercing the skin, Qingyuan Without any pain, there was not a drop of blood left. After the strange undulating skin trembled violently again, more than a dozen sharp arrows fell to the ground.

"It's still early to kill me." Qingyuan looked at the lark who shot arrows not far away. His handsome face became ferocious, and his whole body emitted a strange green smoke.

The lark retreated a few steps at a loss. The beautiful flower face was full of fear and her heartbeat kept accelerating. Now in her eyes, the guy opposite is simply a monster.