Chapter 131 Black Airflow

"What kind of physical strength this is, even if it is a treasure at the peak of the Xuanjie." The young man who stepped on the divine map tightened his body and arched his back slightly. It seemed to be a predatory cheetah and found his opponent.

A beige figure appeared behind the man, a wide silk gauze bundled around the girl's unbearable waist, and a slender hand was placed behind the man, pointing softly, and the gentle beauty of hibiscus like water was intoxicating.

The girl opened her red lips slightly and whispered, "Feng Zi, you should be careful. I feel that you can't defeat that Mu Yuze."

"Hmm!?" Feeling the girl's concern, the man named Fengzi's heart became hot, but he instantly appeared solemn. He was the young master of the Four Seasons Pavilion - Lv Fengzi. Unlike ordinary people, no one surpassed the ordinary talent, but his qualifications were mediocre. Because he saved an elder of the Four Seasons Pavilion, he was broken into the door. In the faction.

With his talent, he had no chance to have a true disciple for life, but the elder was a powerful existence, so Lv Fengzi also became a true disciple. Walking in the sect, Lv Fengzi was despised by countless people, and even his master disdained him and ignored him.

However, Lv Fengzi was surprised. She defeated the contemporary Holy Son in the sect. No one knew what was going on. After that, Lv Fengzi just untied the bandage wrapped around her arm, revealing scarred abras. Everyone understood the reason. It was the scars left by the practice of the sword formula. General practitioners are all collected. The spiritual power of heaven and earth refined his body as gold and stone, but Lv Fengzi hurt her hands like this. His efforts can be imagined. After that, he made rapid progress and out of control, defeating the head's son, Wang Zhihao, a strong man of Yajun, but the girl actually said that he could not defeat Mu Yuze, which made Lv Fengzi indifferent. .

"Green picking, is he really so strong?" Lv Fengzi chose to believe it, because he clearly knew what kind of soul power the petite girl beside her had, and even the strong man could not escape her exploration.

Mo Cailu sighed slightly. She didn't want to hit her beloved man, but she didn't want him to get hurt. The girl said slowly, "Yes, you're not his opponent."

"Hey!" Although she knew the result, Lv Fengzi still felt a moment of loss. Looking at the young man in front of her who was several years younger than herself, the young master of the Four Seasons Pavilion sighed.

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"This is impossible." There was a madness on his face without a knife. In his imagination, Mu Yuze must be seriously injured under this knife. He knelt down and spit blood and lost his dignity.

However, the fact is cruel. In Mu Yuze's eyes, his offensive seems to have become a child's family. He can't play at all. The knife constantly introduces the holy power into the divine knife. However, these forces are like a stone sinking into the sea and can't turn out a trace of waves. At present, the knife's face is red, as if he ate one. It's like a dead mouse and can't breathe.

"Is that enough?" Mu Yuze looked at the knife with a smile. With a slight side of his fingers, he only heard a crisp sound. The indestructible and mud-cutting knife turned into two pieces of scrap iron. Mu Yuze's left hand in the sleeve robe slowly stretched out, and a round gossip rune appeared in the palm of his hand, covering the knife, like an eagle fighting. The rabbit is as simple as a tiger. The two stars in the Shadow Hall feel that this move is unavoidable. Mu Yuze's left hand seems to be full of an inexplicable magic, but unfortunately it absorbs the heavens and devours the ages.

Fear finally appeared on his face, but as the son of the divine knife door, his heart was also as tough as iron. He decisively abandoned his sword, and the light flashed under his feet. Two silver dots thousands of feet apart appeared in the void, and the knife stepped on a Above the light spot, the hands are evolving the supreme holy law, and each punch has an unparalleled sense of power. The waves are rushing, the wind shuttles through, and everything in the world is controlled by the hands of power, ruthlessly crushing towards the twilight rain, and the knife flashes, the body strangely disappears, and appears on another light spot in an instant.

"Good!" Even Lu Chenxing couldn't help cheering. This knife knows the essence of the battle like the palm of your hand. Such a beautiful attack and defense may not even be able to do it even by a martial arts master who has been famous for many years, and he appreciates the decisive mind in the face of disadvantages. Such a person is really extraordinary.

"Phantom, it seems that you have another opponent this time." The old man of the Shadow Hall slowly held his hands like dead wood, and his turbid eyes instantly became like an eagle, sharp and awe.

The young man was dressed in black, and his bronze skin was mixed with a trace of red blood, which converged on his forehead, revealing a square diamond. It turned out to be a vertical eye that could see through the origin of heaven and earth and trace the divine eye at the end of time.

The Phantom smiled and said slowly, "Don't worry, he and Mu Yuze are my opponents, but they will eventually die in my hands."

The old man nodded, and there was a huge ambition in his heart. He looked at this boundless world with wanton eyes. "The generation of my Shadow Hall is a generation of Zxing. Young talents emerge one after another, and the world is destined to belong to us in the future."

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The wind and water rotated, like a huge tornado. The ferocious and terrible smell of destruction destroyed everything. Endless monsters fell down. Some weak disciples' faces were like gold paper, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding. They looked at the knife in horror. The aftermath alone had such a powerful power. If they bombarded head-on, the power It is not an exaggeration to describe it as sweeping the Sunday.

Mu Yuze's right foot was slightly stagnant, and his body kept rotating in the void. His left hand's offensive remained unchanged and directly shrouded in a huge tornado. The round gossip figure unexpectedly revived and spawned a miniature world. The fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the power of the world's origin came back. Eight big words 'Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gan, Xun, and Du emerged, and civilization evolved to give the world knowledge and wisdom.

"Gossip Zhouli." Mu Yuze's left hand seemed to cover the world and manipulate the truth of the world. He suddenly grabbed the tornado that ravaged Kyushu and ran through Tianyu. His fingerprints changed, and the tornado turned into a miniature wind crystal body, shining with light blue fluorescence, and the fresh breath was refreshing.

And the powerful right hand controlled the most violent power in the world. The golden short blade ignited a dazzling firelight with the rotation. A attraction wrapped around the remnant blade. The spiritual power of the ten directions was pulled, the fragments of the road was accommodated, and even the thunder and lightning in the thunder pool broke through the sky and gathered to the burning stars. On the blade of the fire.

The twilight rain stopped, and the void made a friction sound. The listener's scalp exploded, and his fingers were slightly loose. The blade turned into a meteor coming to the world, dragging out a dazzling firelight in the air, and then ran through his body of the broken mountains and rivers in the frightened eyes of the knife.

The burning fire of life in the eyes of the knife was slowly extinguished, and the powerful eyes also lost their intersection. The whole person slowly fell into the sea and sank to the bottom of the sea with a 'poof', and a generation of heroes pulled down the curtain.

The sea breeze blew on people's backs, and they felt that the cold sweat on their bodies had dried, but the cold air lasted for a long time and fell into their hearts.

"Mu Yuze, I'm going to kill you." Suddenly, a hensteria shout broke the calm, and the disciples of the Knife God Gate were indignant one after another. Mu Yuze dared to kill the holy son of his sect in front of them. This was tantamount to a slap in the face. They directly regarded the young man as an sufficance.

The old man in the Shadow Hall looked stagnant and seemed to have lost his language ability. He couldn't understand why he died here so strangely, which simply subverted his cognition.

The evening rain looked without any fluctuation. Looking at the epileptic disciples, there was a bitter smile on the corners of his mouth, and there was a dark airflow in his hand, which was peeled off from the knife.

"It seems that this knife is controlled by others. Who is it? Unexpectedly, he has such strength to control a disciple of the ancient clan. Mu Yuze said secretly, with no joy on his face, and Yu Cui and others beside him were already happy.

Lu Chenxing narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Brother Mu is really invincible. I'm ashamed of myself. If I remember correctly, Brother Mu is a disciple of Qionghua Sect. Then you must have no reason to fight for Shuiyunmen, so you don't have to participate in the subsequent qualification battle. How about we give you a place?"

Hearing this, Yucui Huanfeng and several people looked gloomy in an instant...