Mu Sha might have sneaked deep into the ground, but he did not dare to use the earth escape technique to escape. If he did that, he would have to use his magic power and spells, which would immediately destroy his perfect concealment.
Therefore, the big man in the silver cloak wanted to force him out. In every attack he made, he would infuse about 70% of his magic power. These forces would penetrate thousands of feet into the ground. If Mu Sha was hiding underground nearby, he would be hit by his magic power.
The big man in the silver cloak believed that because he had been too hasty in chasing the other party, even if Mu Sha escaped underground, he would not have time to go too deep underground.
Otherwise, his spiritual sense would be able to track the fluctuations of his magic power as he dived all the way down, so he did not consider the possibility that Mu Sha could escape more than a thousand feet underground.
If Mu Sha had only sneaked in about a hundred feet, he would have died even faster under his attack, consuming a large amount of mana. In an instant, he would have turned into a blood rain along with the flying ground.
For a moment, the world was in turmoil.
The man in the silver cloak consumed his magic power very quickly as he did this, but he didn't care. What he had to think about was how to kill the other party as quickly as possible so that he could delay his escape for a while.
At the same time, he was also glad in his heart that Mu Sha, who was said to be somewhat sinister, was really too arrogant.
If he sent someone else, it would mean that the assassination attempt on him had failed. Mu Sha only needed to make sure that his men did not return on time, and he would know that there was definitely something wrong with him.
After that, he would either directly inform the superiors, or a secret letter would reach his duty camp. He would definitely not be able to escape, and there was no way Mu Sha would fall to this point.
With a "boom", another huge piece of land was grabbed by him. As the ten fingers of the green ghost claw suddenly bent and closed, the piece of land turned into powder all over the sky again.
But in the midst of the powder, a black shadow shot out like lightning, twisted strangely in the air, and slipped out from between the two fingers of the huge green ghost claw.
The next moment, the black shadow disappeared in front of the big man in the silver cloak, and then a cold light flashed in front of the big man's eyes.
Just now, at the moment when the huge piece of earth was crushed, the big man in the silver cloak felt something strange.
"die!"
He uttered a word, then quickly raised one hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and directly pinched the cold light.
At the same time, an object suddenly appeared in the other hand. It was a long stick flashing with dark yellow light. With a flash of yellow light, the stick swept towards the darkness on the right.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound first, and the big man in the silver cloak had accurately clamped his two fingers on the blade of a broadsword. The sword was seven inches wide, with a thick back and a thin blade. It was obvious that it was used by someone with strong magical powers.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, the big man's long stick hit something in the dark, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"A feint to the east and attack in the west? It's just a grain of rice!"
At the same time as the long stick hit the opponent, the big man in the silver cloak exerted force with both fingers at the same time, and the broadsword made a "clang" sound of breaking, and was directly cut off by his two fingers.
And in the darkness, an object quickly flew backwards. It was a human figure, who was trying hard to keep his body steady.
With the infusion of magic power, his feet rubbed against each other in the air, producing two golden sparks and a long, dazzling line of fire.
Under the illumination of the golden sparks, one could clearly see that it was a person wearing a tight black suit and a black hood, with only two pitch-black eyes showing.
His body was half leaning back, his legs firmly nailed in the air to prevent himself from falling backwards. In one hand he held a half-man-high broken-blade broadsword, and in the other hand he held a black shield flashing with magic patterns.
The masked man in black slid out at a speed as fast as thunder, and only stopped in the air after sliding more than three hundred feet.
His body shook several times before it finally stabilized. He glanced at the broadsword in his hand, the tip of which had been broken in half.
"Ahem..."
The masked man in black coughed a series of times, but he did not stop his movements. He quickly moved the black shield with flashing magic patterns diagonally in front of him.
The big man in the silver cloak saw that the other party was injured, but he still defended himself immediately.
He couldn't help but secretly admire the "Demon Blade Camp". Every person in it had rich experience in fighting, and they all survived a pile of death.
After withstanding a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator, the shield had already developed many cracks.
"Mu Sha, I know it's you! You really live up to your reputation. You're in the middle stage of the Golden Core and can still withstand a blow of 70% of my magic power."
The big man in the silver cloak looked at the other party with a mocking expression. He had already tested the other party's strength.
It is said that Mu Sha is the bravest of the three armies. As a captain of the "Demon Blade Camp", he often likes to ride alone to steal intelligence or assassinate key figures of the enemy.
However, he also lamented in his heart the natural strong physique of the Black Demon warriors, especially Mu Sha in front of him, whose strength was much stronger than the legend.
He had used up 70% of his magic power. Although the opponent had relied on the power of magic weapons to hold on, the shock force was enough to turn the body of a fake elixir cultivator into a ball of blood mist.
"The Immortal Demon Vine really has some impressive skills!"
While the big man in the silver cloak was thinking in his heart, he had already taken a step forward and instantly appeared fifty feet in front of the masked man in black.
Because, the Mu Sha he mentioned remained silent from beginning to end, and the big man in the silver robe didn't want to waste time.
The long stick in his hand was like a spear at this time. One end of the stick seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, stretching in an instant and piercing the opponent's chest.
Because the long stick was moving very fast, a yellow arc of light appeared at the front end due to the friction with the space.
Mu Sha only felt a flash before his eyes, and an irresistible force hit him. Fortunately, he had just put the black magic pattern shield in front of him. Instinctively, he immediately activated his magic power, and those magic patterns began to wriggle rapidly on the surface of the shield.
"Bang!"
The long stick instantly stabbed the magic shield, and what surprised the man in the silver cloak was that Mu Sha appeared beside him at the same time, and the opponent actually abandoned the defensive shield in his hand. Facing an opponent with much higher cultivation than himself, Mu Sha's behavior was extremely dangerous. He instantly lost a powerful protection and was in a desperate situation.
He reached the distance of fifty feet in an instant.
"laugh!"
After losing the mana infusion, the magic pattern shield on the side, although made of hard material, was still unable to block the attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator.
The long stick seemed to have pierced into a layer of sticky substance, but it only blocked it slightly, and the magic shield was directly pierced by the long stick. A piece of the stick head flashing yellow light appeared on the other side of the magic shield.
At this moment, Mu Sha had already reached the side of the big man in the silver cloak, and he swung the broken sword in his hand towards the other's neck.
In response to such an attack, the big man just slightly turned his body, and the broken sword brushed past his side and slashed down.
He quickly raised his other hand, and in a blur, his palm appeared between Mu Sha's neck. He also swept his claws horizontally, and five green lights appeared between his five fingers, and a sharp whistling sound was heard.
He also attacked Mu Sha's neck, intending to kill him with one blow.
The big man in the silver cloak was much faster than Mu Sha, and in his eyes, Mu Sha's attack was very slow, so he easily dodged the opponent's sword.
But just when his fingertips were about to touch the other person's skin, Mu Sha raised his other hand as fast as lightning and slapped it directly on the broken-blade sword that had slashed across his side.
"boom!"
The Broken Blade Sword trembled violently, and in an instant the sword body tilted sideways, turning into countless arrows. Under the amplitude of Mu Sha's power, the Broken Blade Sword changed direction at the same time, a rain of arrows came.
The big man in the silver cloak immediately captured the opponent's attack with his spiritual sense, and it was very clear in his spiritual sense that those were indeed small black arrows only two fingers long, not broken pieces of sword.
Each arrow flashed dark red, clearly a highly poisonous substance.
Before, I had clearly used my fingers to break the blade of the opponent's broadsword, but I didn't notice anything unusual about the sword. How did it suddenly become like this
But he had no time to think about it now, because Mu Sha was really cruel and wanted to die together with him.
The spiritual power shield outside his body flickered, and the rain of arrows instantly hit him, and a sound as dense as raindrops was heard.
The big man in the silver cloak had already grabbed Mu Sha's neck.
“Crack!”
He grabbed a piece of colorful bone spur and tore off his black hood with his fingertips. However, Mu Sha's neck was not broken by the hand like the man in the silver cloak imagined.
Instead, Mu Sha attacked in a split second. The skin on his fists, elbows, knees, heels and shoulders burst instantly, and blood spurted out from the inside. Sharp spikes as thick as thumbs broke out of his bones.
Each of them was a colorful bone spur, about half a foot long, with blood and flesh on the tip.
The clavicles on Mu Sha's shoulders instantly stood up like pillars, blocking the hand of the man in the silver cloak.
The big man's grab directly broke the colorful bone spur protecting his neck, but Mu Sha also took the opportunity to block the opponent's fatal blow.
The big man in the silver cloak swept his spiritual sense around the other party and saw that the maskless man in front of him was a young man with an ordinary appearance. He was not the handsome demon man he had seen before.
At this moment, bone spurs protruded from all the joints of the young man's body. He looked extremely ferocious, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The fight between the two sides has been going on for a flash. The big man in the silver cloak has hit the other man several times in a row but has not been able to take his opponent's life. He is very angry.
He was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and not only did he have to catch up with the time, he also had to deal with a small Golden Core. It took him several breaths of time to kill the opponent, and he almost fell into the opponent's ambush.
If the strength of the two sides was not so different, his protective light shield would not be able to block the opponent's arrows.
The fight happened again in an instant. Mu Sha's left shoulder clavicle was broken by the opponent, but there was no expression of pain on his face, as if the bone was not from his body.
What shocked the big man even more was that the small piece of bone left on Mu Sha's shoulder seemed to be slowly becoming round, as if it was healing on its own.
"Secret method of recovery... Undead Demonic Vine!"
An idea suddenly came to the mind of the man in the silver cloak.
But Mu Sha did not stop at all and launched an attack again.
He moved extremely quickly. He had already thrown away the broadsword in his hand. He did not care that one of his collarbones was broken. He rushed into the arms of the man in the silver cloak like a madman.
The broadsword he had abandoned had cracked on one side, revealing a row of black tubes inside.
Mu Sha actually built a mechanism in the broadsword and covered it with a formation, instead of using magic to conjure up a weapon spirit or arrows to attack.
In such a hasty and drastic change, the sword attack had almost no change in its aura, and the mechanism shot out countless poisonous arrows.
This caused the opponent, who was using his spiritual sense to sense the surrounding aura and changes in magic power, to realize that something was wrong when the poison arrows had already arrived. If it weren't for the difference in strength, the man in the silver cloak would have already died from those poison arrows.
Seeing the opponent rushing towards his arms, the big man's eyes flashed with ferocity. He exerted force with his hands and swept the long stick across. He wanted to smash the opponent into meat paste during the flying attack.
However, an unexpected scene happened again. Although the long stick in his hand swept across under the infusion of magic power, its speed became slow.
The black magic pattern shield that was pierced at the end of the long stick suddenly began to spin.
In just a blink of an eye, it spun like a flying horse, as powerful as a wind wheel, bringing with it a strong tearing force, pulling the long stick to float in other directions, thus dispersing the force on the long stick.