Chapter 174 Ancient Battlefield

The evening rain stepped on the sun, moon and stars, carrying the blue sky, surrounded by transparent white light, the mountains and rivers ruptured, the earth's crust changed, and the volcanoes erupted violently. The impact of these annihilation seemed to have no effect on the thin figure. The moment he touched his body, it disappeared, and the white breath seemed to have Immortal divinity isolates everything.

His hands tore fiercely into the sky, and transparent air flowed in his hands, and an unparalleled sense of power burst out.

"Boom."

The huge planet had a violent shock, and some smaller stars directly burst into dust in the boundless void. A crack spanned several light years across the sky and broke the sky.

"Twilight son." Unparalleled panic appeared in Bingning's beautiful eyes, the sharp ups and downs of his chest, and the exquisite curves made the quiet Li Lesheng unable to calm down.

"Ice Ning, what's wrong with you? Is that your friend?" Li Lesheng asked with some vigilance, and his smiling eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a dangerous smell in it.

Bingning went straight forward and directly ignored Li Lesheng's words. The white feather coat fluttered in the wind and danced like a white butterfly, looking beautiful and fragile in the face of the scene that was enough to destroy the world.

Seeing that Bingning directly ignored Li Lesheng, some people who liked Bingning ridiculed, "Ha ha, I didn't expect Li Lesheng to be spleen. It seems that this ice lily has already been the master of the flower."

Huanfeng also saw Mu Yuze and recognized this man who was waveless even in the face of the collapse of the earth. He seemed to have a mature charm. Even as a man, he could feel it. Huanfeng knew that there was basically no woman to resist this charm.

"Brother Mu, I'm relieved that Bingning gave it to you. I know you can definitely protect her." Huanfeng looked up at the sky and smiled freely, but the laughter was still melancholy and secluded.

Hearing the sarcasm around him, the first generation of the young man of the Li family looked gray and stared at Mu Yuze. There was a serious smell in his eyes.

"Bingning is the first woman I like. I hope the person she likes won't let me down too much."

Li Lesheng clenched his hands, and nine silver stars flashed on his forehead.

"Oh, my God!"

Suddenly, the exclamation spread throughout the sea of thunder. Cheng Tian on the rooftop was slightly stunned and looked up. A black shadow was like a flying fairy in the rain, graceful, perfect curve, and the white ** tightly tightened. As a romantic talent who reads beauty, he had never seen such a perfect pair of legs.

Some of the beautiful women's legs are fair and tall, but they have lost their sense of integrity. Some are perfect in length, but they do not have a sense of symmetry. Even with the most beautiful woman he has seen in more than ten years, the saint of the meteorite dust temple, who has been fascinated by him, has been regarded as the first beauty in the five realms - Zicui saint does not have such perfect legs, although her legs It is touching, but it is slightly white and does not reach perfection.

"Sister Bingning, why are you here? Are you going to help me with my brother? Why don't we go together?" The words of the beauty were like the most perfect sound of nature, which made people intoxicating, but Bingning looked at each other coldly. Hearing the other party bite the three words 'God brother' very heavily, which made her heart, who was not pretend to say anything about men, had an unspeakable boredom. This boredom made her immediately retort: "Brother Mu and I share difficulties together. Even if I die, I will die before him.

"Ha ha, isn't it?" Duanmu Qianqin glanced at Bingning. A unique competition between women was unfolding, and she ignored Li Lesheng, who was a little stunned behind her.

"Danmu Qianqin."

Li Lesheng recognized this enchanting woman who turned all sentient beings upside down. At present, his fists were held tighter. Although he had no special feelings for this person, Li Lesheng couldn't help but be jealous when such a woman favored his rival.

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"Don't come here. I can solve it myself."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice was clearly heard from the thunder sea to everyone's ears. At the moment, Mu Qianqin and Bing condensed and looked at the floating figure in the small world with concern. Although Mu Yuze's voice was slightly indifferent, how could people who knew him not hear the care.

"That's how you do everything by yourself." Bingning did not resist the young man's words. She knew that Mu Yuze would never ask for her help. Thinking of the scene in Anling and the thin figure in front of her, the girl muttered softly, "Is that's how I like you?"

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Mu Yuze was rejected by a world, and his spiritual power and soul power could not be supplemented at all. The original astringent power also became a little astringent. The huge meteorites that flashed from time to time would bring ferocious scars on him. Suddenly, a more violent doom came, and an ancient battlefield evolved in this world, yellow sand Long, wild geese fly, tens of thousands of heroic spirits in ancient armor stand proudly in the evening rain. The cold front in their hands is facing the young people. Before they move, they move first. The incomparable sharp momentum drowns everything, and even the law stops working.

On the independent yellow sand, he lowered his head and stroked the blood sword in his hand. He moved gently, like a wanderer intoxicated with wine, like a talent with famous taste. His black hair and green shirts fluttered in the wind. Even in the face of thousands of troops and horses, he was not afraid.

"Come on."

Mu Yuze ran fast. At this moment, he left Taoism and fairy art behind and forgot all his cultivation. He was like the most ordinary soldier, sprinkling blood on the battlefield, although hundreds of millions of people went.

Those ancient armor soldiers stood still in place, like an eternal god, without any emotional fluctuations. It was not until the evening rain rushed in front that they raised the cold blade in their hands. The light flashed, thousands of sharp breaths flooded the world, the laws of the world stopped working, and the spiritual power stopped flowing, and the rest Only the most primitive battles.

A knife and a sword can bring out a blood stain. The whole dark yellow sky has been stained red by blood, the horses are hissing, and the soldiers are bloody on the battlefield. This is like an ancient game, primitive and desolate.

"Why is there such a person? Why is he a practicer? An Chengxuan looked at the figure shuttling in the battlefield with some surprise. Why did the two express the strong shock in his heart?

Mu Yuze is like an undefeated god of war, blood rushing on the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers died in his hands. The slightly ** arm undoubtedly shows that he is already the end of the crossbow, but it seems that there is an immortal force supporting him to keep standing up. Every sword is so perfect, without a trace of flaw. The flaw is tricky and fierce to take away a person's life.

"Such a person is really the strongest of the supreme." Li Jiuqin said slowly, how could he not see that Mu Yuze's power had been exhausted and reached the limit? Now it was only a tenacious will to support Mu Yuze. The old man could not imagine what kind of will he could support him to continue to fight.

"Don't fight any more, Brother Mu, run away quickly." Bingning was already crying. The crystal tears wet her weak shoulders. The girl kept hitting the strong boundary, but it was like an epsfly shaking the tree and could not be shaken at all. Now the ice condensation frost-like skin is full of dense blood stains, which is unbearable to see.

"What a fool." Duanmu Qianqin smiled, but her eyes had become hazy.

"Has the sand entered your eyes?" The girl kept wiping the corners of her eyes, but found that those extra drops of water could not be wiped dry...

Everyone stared at Mu Yuze's bloody killing, like a lonely swordsman, facing tens of millions of people, wanton and heroic.

"Dong."

A few hours later, the last soldier also fell down, and the scene became silent. Almost everyone cast a respectful look at Mu Yuze. Such a person deserves everyone's respect.

The figure has been wet with blood and sweat, crumbling, and the scars are deeply visible. There are more than a dozen or even fatal injuries, but he did not fall down. The hand holding the blood sword is as stable as his unyielding eyes.

The evening rain roared at the sky: "I won!"

The high voice is like an immortal note, echoing in people's hearts. Maybe people will forget this warring figure, but they will never forget the powerful declaration of the youth...