Chapter 81 Whip

This shaking shocked the other three people into a cold sweat. Although the elders of the Sanhe tribe have reached level 6 hunters, they are also very weak in the eyes of the two martial arts masters, and they have never paid attention to the patriarchs and elders of the Sanhe tribe.

But as soon as the pros take action, they know the depth of their skills.

Mu Zifeng stepped on the elder's face and said, "The martial arts you used just now are at least prefecture-level martial arts. Handing over the secrets of cultivation can save your life."

"Bold, let go of my patriarch." The patriarch of the Sanhe tribe was furious. He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He roared and rushed to Mu Zifeng, and the thick-backed wide-front knife in his hand led to a storm.

Mu Zifeng's flesh-and-blood hand was lightly greeted, and with a flick of his finger, he saw the patriarch's tiger's mouth rupture and a blood arrow burst out.

Bang bang, three steps back, leaving a footprint in each step. The patriarch of the Sanhe tribe opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and he couldn't get up on the ground.

"Two seniors, please help me." Sanhe patriarch climbed to the legs of the two martial arts masters and pleaded. One of them looked at it with contempt and pointed casually. A wisp of sword light turned into Dantian's true gas burst into the center of the patriarch's eyebrows.

A blood hole appeared in the back of Sanhe patriarch's head, and he was killed by the advent martial arts master.

"Waste, it's all waste. What else can you do for me like this? It's better to die." The two martial arts masters did not look at the body, but looked at Mu Zifeng coldly and looked carefully, "Are you from our Sun and Moon Empire?"

"Sun and Moon Empire?" Mu Zifeng's expression moved. No wonder these two people did not know themselves. They were actually genius warriors of the Sun and Moon Empire, the neighbors of the Shengyuan Empire. The master's breath on the two people is very strong, and their blood breath is also extremely noble, which is not weak at all compared with Shirong and others.

Lingshan, the holy land of martial arts, will look for talents in the major empires under its rule every ten years, so each empire will open the imperial arsenal at the same time, allowing qualified warriors to enter. All entrants not only have to fight against various demons, but also genius warriors between various empires.

It doesn't matter whether it is life or not.

"The cultivation of people in this world is too backward, and their bodies are fragile and pitiful. It is quite good for you, a warrior who changed blood, to kill him. Well, you can kneel in front of Benhou and beg for forgiveness. As long as Benhou listens comfortably, he may only waste your meridians and leave you a cheap life.

This man's tone is quite arrogant. Judging from his clothes, he is probably a royal disciple of the Sun and Moon Empire. The other person has always been a cold and ruthless face, as if he had never smiled. His eyes were more indifferent, and he would be cold if he stared at him at his weak strength.

"Brother, this man saved his life, and the Demon King Valley needs someone to explore the way for us. Last time I almost got the flying martial arts, but the demon king narrowly escaped. Killing is also a waste. Give him a chance to live.

"Two seniors, help me. I volunteered to enter the Demon King Valley to explore the way for my predecessors." The elder who was trampled under his feet made a whining sound, and he would also be afraid in the face of death.

With a force under Mu Zifeng's feet, the neck of the three and elders was broken. The man's muscles and bones were shaken by himself. Even if he doesn't kill him now, he won't live long.

"Since you have solved that waste by yourself, kneel down and worship us."

Mu Zifeng smiled. He really couldn't figure out why many people like to put on such a high posture, as if the rest of the world were subordinates except for their superiors. However, the first unlucky people were also this group of people. What about the marquis of the Sun and Moon Empire?

"Brother, this guy's bones are a little hard. He ruined his legs and let him kneel down." After saying that, the indifferent man retreated aside. The marquis did not expect that the blood-changing martial artist in front of him would take his words as a wind, which was a great insult to his personality.

He moved, and a long shadow of whip came out of his cuffs. I don't know what material the whip is forged, and there is a faint layer of green light flowing all over the body. Dantian Zhenqi was infused on it, but Rou Kegang hit 30,000 to 40,000 pounds of huge force with a whip.

Mu Zifeng immediately used his body to dodge, and it was the first time he met the master of the whip.

"Bang Bang", each whip leaves a deep crack on the ground, and the stones splash everywhere.

"Forbid Dragon Whip."

The whip suddenly circled around in mid-air, covering it like a cage. Mu Zifeng pointed to the sword and retreated with one blow, and the force on the hovering whip was shaken.

The marquis is more powerful, and the whip in his hand is very flexible and domineering, just like his own right arm. He can use it as he wants, "Cut the dragon whip."

The five or six-meter-long whip immediately straightened into a long knife and split it in the air.

Mu Zifeng grabbed it empty-handedly. The other party's martial arts were powerful, at least it was a heavenly martial arts, and he had not done his best. This set of whips did not exert real power at all.

Boom, Mu Zifeng grabbed the whip, but then felt a huge force pressing on his head, full of 40,000 catties.

"It's not a daring to dare to deal with the magic weapon of the Marquis with bare hands, "Zhenlong whip."

Mu Zifeng was about to grab the whip, but his right arm was slightly numb, and the momentum of the palm suddenly disappeared. Then almost 60,000 catties of force bombarded his shoulder.

Only then did he find that the braids formed a curved hook and stabbed his wrist tiger mouth. If his body hadn't been cultivated to the point of fearless swords, I'm afraid that it would have been penetrated.

50,000 catties of great power is the maximum limit power of a foreign martial artist. If he can exceed this limit, this person's talent is very terrible. He either has a protective treasure, or inherits the seed of the natural spirit of his ancestor. Maybe he has practiced some secret art that can stimulate king-level martial arts.

The boulders under his feet were divided into two halves, and Mu Zifeng's legs fell into half.

"Round the dragon whip."

The marquis smiled victoriously, and the whip was like a spiritual snake. He wrapped his upper body and suddenly pulled, "Why don't you kneel down to apologize."

Mu Zifeng's legs are as stable as a mountain. He did not panic at all. Instead, he was surprised. "I didn't expect that this set of whips was actually a king-level martial arts. Unfortunately, you, a royal disciple, could not understand the essence of it. You practiced a move out of context, which was powerful but could not deal with a real master. "

A momentum burst out of the body, which was like a rainbow, like the sky, like the sun and the moon, and this not too big mountain was shrouded. The whip wrapped around his body keeps expanding and making a creaking sound, which can be broken at any time.

The eyes of the two genius warriors of the Sun and Moon Empire suddenly changed, and their Dantian Zhenqi was instinctive and wanted to break free from the momentum around them.

Only then did the marquis know that he had seen his eyes. His hair exploded, and thick blood bands appeared on his face. His eyes flashed with blood, and two drops of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Rising the dragon whip."

The whip suddenly pulled, and a rotating force exploded. Mu Zifeng wanted a top to be pumped out flat and rotated in mid-air.

As soon as Mu Zifeng moved, the momentum of the whole mountain was stirred up, a spiral wind rose, swept around, and countless stones were swept into the air. In mid-air, Mu Zifeng stretched his body, and a force came out from his waist, and then used the momentum of pulling arrows and rushed down like an eagle pounce.

The eagle flies against the wind and kills with the wind, interpreting the most natural survival instinct. The speed was amazing. Mu Zifeng subconsciously used eagle-shaped boxing. He felt unprecedented rampantness, and there was no sense of stagnation in the power in his body.

His arms were waved, and the strong wind in front of him was scattered. He had dodged the whip and suddenly killed the marquis. He grabbed the other party's shoulder with both hands, kicked the other party's throat, and kicked the other party's lower abdomen.

"Kill."

With a kill, ghosts and gods cry. The true qi on the marquis's body evaporated like boiling water. He threw away the whip in his hand and grabbed Mu Zifeng's calf with both hands, trying to resolve his dilemma.

A force that does not belong to foreign martial arts can gushe out, and two pains of tearing the heart and lungs surged into my mind. The sharp screams turned into a storm and spread out, sad, sad and tragic.

The blood rain sprayed, and the mountain immediately spread a pungent smell of blood.

Mu Zifeng failed to tear the other party in two, but connected his arms to a little shoulder bone and tore it down alive. And the other party is like a blood cell rolling down the hill under his own pedal.

It happened so fast that the indifferent master was finally moved and his face was distorted. He did not expect that such a terrible power was hidden in the body of the little warrior who had been beaten. Without thinking about it, he waved his right hand and flew a long whip out of his sleeve.

The whip is silver-gray, but the power of cohesion is greater. A whip breaks the momentum of Mu Zifeng and flies out to catch the blood man who is still rolling.

Those three and tribal armies in the distance were all dumbfounded. The patriarch and the elder were trampled to death like ants. The arms of the senior who came from the upper world were torn off and turned into a bloody man rolling down the hill. The other senior did not even have the courage to fly away directly. These people have now become a headless army and don't know what to do.

"No wonder the fifteenth master said that in this sleeping world, if you are lucky, you can pick up a heavenly martial arts, even a king-level martial arts, with your head down. It seems that's what he means. Those two royal disciples of the Sun and Moon Empire, with a set of king-level martial arts, let them run away like this, won't they regret for life?

Mu Zifeng threw away his two arms. He roared, and the sound waves fluttered back and forth on several nearby mountains, as if a sleeping beast was waking up and roaring.

"Your patriarchs, elders and young masters have been killed by me. You put down your weapons to accept the leaders of the Congdong tribe, otherwise you will be killed without mercy."

Mu Zifeng left a sentence and disappeared into the valley.

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