The magic patterns on the surface of those shields also changed at the same time, turning into chains that tied themselves firmly to one end of the long stick.
The big man in the silver cloak was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party had left so many tricks up his sleeve.
At this moment, he only needed to shake it hard. Although the shield seemed fierce, it would definitely not be able to get stuck on the long stick again. However, it would take a very short time and would not be able to hit Mu Sha who was rushing towards him.
"Let's see how strong your defense can be!"
The big man in the silver cloak pulled back both hands at the same time and shouted loudly. He had already abandoned the magic weapon, the long stick, and the magic power in his hands rushed towards Mu Sha like a tide.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
In less than half a breath, Mu Sha's body was knocked away like a rag sack, leaving a long black afterimage before falling heavily to the ground.
At this moment, the big man in the silver cloak in the void had his clothes torn on his chest, and his body was covered with bloody marks.
The big man gasped violently a few times, horror in his eyes.
"This person's 'Colorful Bone Armor' has actually been cultivated to such an extent that it can already break the protective aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator..."
Of course he knew what those colorful bone spurs on Mu Sha's body were. It was a self-mutilation technique of the Black Demon Clan - "Colorful White Bone Armor".
Mu Sha, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, made use of this bone armor. He fought desperately and first devised a strategy to delay his magic weapon so that it could not come to his rescue immediately.
Afterwards, Mu Sha used the Black Demon Clan's strongest close-range attack and launched a fierce close-range attack.
The "White Bone Colorful Armor" that Mu Sha practiced should have reached a very high level, and it actually broke through his own body protective aura. This made the man in the silver cloak look incredulous.
Although it only left a few bloody marks on his body and did not cause much damage, it was enough to make others drop their jaws. A middle-stage Jindan fought against an early-stage Yuanying, and the opponent even hurt himself.
"You can fight against opponents of higher levels? Humph... The gap is the gap. No matter how strong you are, how much harm can you do to me? Die!"
Looking at Mu Sha lying in a pile of mud at the edge of the "lake" below, the big man in the silver cloak waved his hand, and the long stick flew back into his hand.
With a strong shake, the long stick trembled violently, and a shadow appeared at both ends. The black magic pattern shield that was still rotating on the head of the stick suddenly broke into pieces and flew away.
In the mud pit below, Mu Sha was already dying, and all the bone spurs in his body were broken.
Although the big man in the silver cloak was not a physical cultivator, his Nascent Soul Realm physique and protective aura completely blocked his crazy attack.
At this moment, blood was oozing out of the blood holes on Mu Sha's body, and most of his black clothes were torn to pieces.
But what was surprising was that the blood oozing out of those blood holes began to flow slowly after just a moment, as if it was blocked by someone's hand.
Looking closely, I saw that there were actually some buds of flesh starting to move slowly!
Mu Sha's eyes looked at the night sky, still without joy or sadness, but they had lost their luster. He had experienced too many battles, and death was only a matter of time.
"boom!"
The head of a stick pierced directly into Mu Sha's chest, instantly pushing him deep into the mud.
Following this loud bang, the big man in the silver cloak's legs fell heavily to the ground, sinking deeply into the ground, splashing countless mud. This attack injected all the magic power in his body.
The big man in the silver cloak took a long breath. After his magic power was instantly drained out, coupled with the huge consumption from digging the ground before, he now felt physically and mentally exhausted.
His spiritual sense probed into the ground, and sure enough, his long stick had directly pierced into the opponent's chest. Mu Sha was completely out of breath.
"Bah! Damn it, you're not going to die... See if you still survive!"
The big man in the silver cloak exerted force with one hand and pulled out the long stick from between the belt. As the long stick was pulled out, a long stream of blood was also brought out.
A light flashed in his other hand, and a bottle of pills appeared in his hand. His magic power had reached its lowest point at this moment, and he needed to recover as soon as possible. He needed to rush back to the sect immediately.
Just as he pulled out the long stick, the big man suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't Mu Sha's body explode into a ball of bloody mist under his full-strength attack
At that moment, an endless palpitation suddenly rose up in my heart! !
"not good!"
He instinctively wanted to leap high into the air. In an instant, a cold light suddenly flashed in the blood arrow that shot out along the long stick, at an incredibly fast speed.
In a flash, it was already at his feet. The man in the silver cloak was so frightened that he had to desperately mobilize the last remaining magic power in his body.
"boom!!"
The protective light shield shattered in an instant, and the big man in the silver cloak felt a chill under his crotch, followed by a sharp pain between his legs. Then his Nascent Soul became numb all over and he could no longer move.
Immediately afterwards, a figure broke out from the ground. The next moment, the man's punches turned into afterimages, all hitting the dantian of the big man who was standing there.
The sounds of "Bang, bang, bang..." continued to be heard, and the big man in the silver cloak seemed to be gusted by the wind, and his body kept shaking.
He was poisoned at the moment, but his mind was still clear, and a fear of death crawled across his cheeks.
“Boom!”
In less than a breath, his lower abdomen exploded. Mu Sha threw another punch without hesitation, directly hitting the exposed Nascent Soul.
In an instant, a sharp bone spur grew on the tip of the fist and pierced through the body of the Nascent Soul.
"You...you...how did you..."
At the moment of his Nascent Soul's death, the big man finally broke free from his confinement and expressed his final unwillingness. However, before he could finish his words, his burly body fell face up to the ground with blood gushing from his abdomen.
Mu Sha also staggered, took a few steps back and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath. The bloody hole in his chest was also bleeding because he had exerted all his strength.
In the dark night, the heavy smell of blood spread far and wide.
Ever since he was discovered by the other party, Mu Sha knew that he was on the verge of life and death. He was no match for the other party at all. He could only use all his strength and constantly paralyze the other party. In just four breaths, even his body, which could recover from injuries on its own, was already in tatters.
Fortunately, he was experienced in fighting and avoided all the fatal points. What he was waiting for was to consume most of the opponent's magic power and make him lose vigilance, which would be a perfect opportunity.
Therefore, the final moment of pretending to be dead was also the most dangerous moment for him, when he was most likely to die. However, he finally used the trump card that had been hidden in his body - "Black Demon Armor", which was the last defense to block the attack of Yuanying monks.
However, in order to let the opponent relax his vigilance, he only made the "Black Demon Armor" appear inside his body, protecting his vital parts, allowing the opponent's attack to penetrate his skin and flesh, blocking the fatal blow inside his body.
While the opponent was pulling out his long stick magic weapon, Mu Sha finally delivered his strongest blow! !
The silver-cloaked man was suspicious for only a moment, but that was enough time, and that was also when the man's defense was the weakest...
Mu Sha took a few breaths and stood up shakily, covered in blood.
He took a few steps forward, bent down in front of the big man, and pulled hard. A long sword with a dark green blade and as thin as paper was pulled out from the big man's lower body.
This sword is his life-saving magic weapon—"Shadow!"
The entire sword body is tempered with a deadly poison that can threaten a Nascent Soul cultivator.
With a slight flash of sword light, he cut off the head of the man in the silver cloak with a look of fear on his face and threw it into a storage bag.
Then, Mu Sha didn't care about his broken body which was like a torn sack. He quickly took a storage ring and several storage bags from the big man's waist, and then he flew into the air.
At the same time, he waved his right hand, and the long stick flew into his hand and disappeared. But he waved his left hand, and a black smoke fell on the body of the man in the silver cloak.
At the same time, Mu Sha had disappeared into the darkness. The originally burly body of the headless man in the silver cloak was turning into wisps of black smoke and quickly disappeared.
Soon, all that was left on the grassland was a huge lake, messy thatched grass lying everywhere, and magical beasts that had smelled the blood and were running towards it.
But apart from some bloodstains on the ground, the place was empty.
In the dark night, Mu Sha closed his lips tightly. After swallowing the pill, he felt the magic power recovering in his body, and the wounds that began to itch and heal themselves without the need for the pill at all.
He looked at the night sky over the endless grassland ahead, his cold eyes filled with a hint of confusion.
"Who is he? Why doesn't mother want to mention him at all?"
Now, of course, he knew that the reason for his condition was not what the people in his clan thought, that it was because his mother used a secret technique to strengthen his body, but because he had a strange bloodline...
In the Fengshen Continent, Tianli Clan, in a training room in the attic, Li Yan was only wearing a pair of shorts, his muscles bulged and shiny, giving people the feeling that his spirit had reached its peak.
He stood in a horse stance with his hands raised high, and a loud rumbling sound like the tide came from his body, and above his head there was a huge phantom of a monster.
The monster's facial features are relatively clear. It looks like a ferocious tiger, with a body like a fighting bull, sharp hair, a pair of evil wings on its back, and a huge mouth and fangs. It is none other than the Qiongqi, one of the four most ferocious beasts in the world.
At this moment, Li Yan, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, and the shadow above his head quickly disappeared as he stopped.
"Why is he here? Is it time?"
Li Yan was confused, but soon a green light flashed outside his body and a green robe appeared on his body.
Outside the courtyard where Li Yan lived, Gong Shanhe, dressed in a purple robe, was standing at the gate. He looked at the gate calmly, but would frown occasionally, but would soon return to normal.
Suddenly, the courtyard door opened quietly from the inside to the outside. Seeing this, Gong Shanhe stepped in without hesitation.
In the hall of the pavilion, Li Yan looked at Gong Shanhe. Before, in his spiritual sense, he did not see much from the other party's expression.
"Patriarch, what time is it now?"
Li Yan still asked according to his own thoughts. He felt that it should have been a few years, but he didn't know the exact time.
Gong Shanhe came to see me alone, either because of the matter of "King Qing'a" or something related to the seal.
"Two years and four months have passed since you and Aying went into seclusion. There is no problem with the seal!!"
Gong Shanhe guessed what Li Yan was thinking and immediately dispelled his two thoughts. Li Yan nodded and did not ask any further questions. Since the other party came to him for something, he would naturally explain it.
"The Great Elder is injured. Although it's not fatal, he still needs to be in seclusion for a while!"
Gong Shanhe's next words made Li Yan's eyes shrink, and then flicker a few times.
"Did Yan San and the others break their promise?"
Li Yan immediately asked, the only one who could hurt the Great Elder at the moment was Yan San, but since the Great Elder was injured, Yan San, whose cultivation was lower than his, would definitely not be in a much better condition either. But this was extremely bad news.
The Tianli tribe went to war with the wind beasts again. Li Yan's future martial arts inheritance would definitely be affected. A series of results quickly emerged in Li Yan's mind, but unexpectedly, Gong Shanhe shook his head.
"No, Yan San has never fought with us again. But a year ago, the Fifth Elder was seriously injured and brought back the dying Nascent Soul of the Second Elder. Not long after that, the Second Elder died."
When Gong Shanhe said this, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily. This incident dealt a severe blow to the Tianli tribe.
"The Qionglin Gate took action!"
Li Yan thought of the result instantly, and he was even more shocked. It had only been more than two years, and such an important event as the death of a Nascent Soul cultivator had happened to the Tianli tribe.
The Great Elder and the Fifth Elder were also injured. Although Gong Shanhe did not say how serious the Great Elder's injury was, it was a serious injury for a late Nascent Soul cultivator to be in seclusion to recuperate. And he knew nothing about all this.
"Yes, they had evil intentions. When the Second Elder discovered it, it was already too late..."
There was a hint of anger in Gong Shanhe's calm tone.