Chapter 152, Sun and Moon Sword, Mu Zixin

The red shadow reinforcements suddenly killed, the supreme commander suddenly died, and the monks who were already trapped beasts brazenly counterattacked. All these sudden changes made the logistics team of the three ethnic alliance gradually collapse. They are not elite war monks in the first place, otherwise, it will not be their turn on the relatively safe logistics line.

Just at this moment, a fox-shaped light suddenly surrounded the whole team, and the middle-aged monk with a three-finger sword suddenly came out. The kendo was fierce and the potential was infinite.

The three Red Shadow Immortal Sect killed the fierce monks and were cut off by him almost instantly. Under the extremely condensed fierce sword power, the slightly thinner Zhenyuan shield could not resist at all.

Although he kills happily, Han Hu also knows that the group of monks in front of him can't finish killing by themselves. If they don't stop their counterattack momentum, next year's today will be their own sacrifice.

"Sun and Moon Sword Mu Zixin, at this time, the bloody monk has arrived. When will you wait if you don't take action?"

Han Hu really roared like a tiger, and at the same time, the power of the long sword in his hand was even more fierce and crazy. Among other things, although this man was not handsome, he had an amazing intuition and courage, and his sword was as powerful as a tiger.

"What a stupid tiger. If you don't shout loudly, when the bloody monks arrive, can't I catch them off guard?"

After a word, a split sound came. Zhu Peng suddenly turned his head and turned his eyes over, but saw a young man with dazzling swords and a blue robe.

This young man has long shawl hair and extremely white skin, which is so white that it makes people feel strange, but it is not the kind of strangeness with beauty, but makes people feel an inexplicable chill.

Although he is very young and handsome, Zhu Peng can be sure that this kind of extremely cold handsomeness can't be liked by any girl at all, just like facing a cold sword. No matter how beautiful it is, it is also a murderous weapon.

The two swords in the teenager's hand were deeply pierced into the bodies of the two puppet soldiers, and the sword body turned slightly, which easily formed two transparent holes.

It's just a puppet weapon. Except for the energy-supply spirit stone, there is no fatal point at all. Although it is damaged and damaged, there is no slow influence at all during the counterattack. Give up the weapon in hand, and the two puppets fight together. Naturally, there is a slightly red aura on the fist.

With a slight frown, Mu Zixin's hands shook gently, and the sword strength burst out, and the two puppets suddenly repelled.

"Is it a puppet? It's really amazing control skills. If you just look at it with the naked eye, you can't see any difference between the action and body shape and ordinary people.

The two puppets were blown far away by their vigorous sword power and fell heavily on the dust. The enhanced array arranged by Zhu Peng seemed to be completely useless, and it was impossible to disperse the extremely solid terrible sword power.

Gently talking to himself, Mu Zixin slowly turned his eyes to Zhu Peng, but his eyes were cold, which made people think of the terrible snow disaster that froze to death countless creatures, empty, cold, almost ruthless.

Chang Xiao almost subconsciously stood with a horizontal knife and blocked Zhu Peng behind him. In the past several robberies, he has always been so cooperative, although he knew that Zhu Peng's close combat power was actually not slightly weaker than himself.

But Chang Xiao is more clear that his medium and long-range control killing can't be compared with Zhu Peng at all, so he can only serve as the meat shield. This is not only a matter of condensing the configuration of Taoism, but also a consideration of the overall situation and ambition.

Although Chang Xiao often wonders secretly why Zhu Peng, who is much younger than himself, can be so calm and terrible, and there are few mistakes in the general layout.

"A great idea and thought. It's a pity not to devote this heart to practice."

He squinted at the eight puppets in front of him, who were like human beings and had no strange flaws at all. Mu Zixin's original plain and indifferent eyes gradually rose to a little murderous excitement.

The man in a blue robe slowly walked towards Zhu Peng. The closer he got, the more murderous he was in his eyes. This excitement even stained his almost sick red on his originally extremely pale cheeks.

"Why is the sword in my hand so eager for your blood? Why, as soon as I see you, I can't stand the urge to kill you.

After the hoarse and inexplicable words, Mu Zixin's body soared up, and his speed was extremely terrible. He flew rapidly in mid-air, holding two swords, and quickly rotated like a gyro to kill the puppet group in front of him.

In a trance, in just a moment, the eight remaining closed puppet machines seemed to explode from it, and exploded in the air, shooting out like eight shells.

When the monks of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect found Mu Zixin, they were already in a mess. Some of them were crazy. They completely abandoned the enemy who had just been fighting with all their strength and roared at Mu Zixin.

Most of the Red Shadow monks collapsed completely. They turned their heads and ran between the dense forests. The monks who had just fought for their lives and almost collapsed in the logistics team of the three clans. At this moment, most of them have become a group of cowards.

The illustrious killing power of the Red Shadow Seven Swords?

Zhu Peng didn't know. All he knew was, "I'm going to kill this."

In the face of Mu Zixin's rapid figure, Chang Xiao, who was on guard, only strongly supported the seven swords for a moment, and was pointed to the throat by the other party's left sword and had to retreat. The prestige of the Seven Spirit Swords of the Red Shadow Immortal Sect is so powerful that Chang Xiao does not dare to try the spirit sword at all.

Looking at the blue phantom that rushed to attack Zhu Peng, Chang Xiao had time to remind him in the future, and the dazzling sword light suddenly flourished.

A sharp sword with three fingers suddenly appeared in Zhu Peng's hands. Suddenly, it appeared and provoked a large area of vigorous sharp swords to attack and kill Mu Zixin in mid-air.

Unexpectedly, the person's figure swirled in the air, and the direction changed in an extremely strange moment. His figure like a swimming fish suddenly circled around Zhu Peng's side in mid-air, and his hands suddenly waved out of his sleeves. The shining sun and moon swords with thorny eyes pointed to Zhu Peng's head, abdomen, and Ling Rui and secret.

Seeing such a sudden change, even Mo Xiu, who rushed into the other side of the battlefield, changed color greatly. Only Zhu Peng's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care.

It is also a rapid rotation. Mu Zixin's move is in the air, but Zhu Peng is vigorously and rapid with the help of the sword.