"call out…"
Cheerhan’s palm sword attacked from behind. This was an attack from Old Jing. This person’s cultivation of the Law of Frost, even his words were cold, and he did not use weapons. He practiced the Xuanbing Jue with his bare hands. Ability to kill opponents.
Lin Muyu abruptly turned sideways to avoid it, and saw a ray of frosty vindictive air flying past his nose, and fell into the rock beside him with a "bang", punching a hole forcibly, and quickly condensing frost on the rock. , This old Jing's cultivation base cannot be underestimated.
…
"when…"
Lin Muyu drew out the Dragon Spirit Sword, flicked his wrist and slashed a sword aura, taking advantage of the kung fu of old Jing's dancing and resolving his palms, he continued to move forward. This place is still very close to the camp, and this old Jing must be led to a farther place to clean up. Otherwise, it will cause him unnecessary trouble.
"Are you scared?"
Old Jing laughed wildly, with a vengeful spirit lingering all over his body, a black wild beast spirit entrenched on his shoulders, and his feet chased Lin Muyu with all his strength. He laughed loudly: "What an emperor and righteous son, he is just a dog. From now on , The emperor has no righteous son..."
Lin Muyu stopped abruptly and turned around with another sword, but with only 70% of his strength, Jing Lao retreated several steps, but he himself also retreated seven or eight steps continuously, so it seemed that he was unable to do what he wanted. He has good acting skills, otherwise he will die very early. Lin Muyu lightly hits a pine tree, his body bounces back a little, with a "unwilling" look on his face, and said: "You... you killed me here, you must Someone will find out that at that time, the father will definitely destroy the entire Seven Seas City to avenge me..."
"Hahaha, ridiculous..."
Old Jing’s face was full of contempt, and he slapped him with another palm in front of him, shouting angrily: "What are you? You want the emperor to be angry with Seven Seas City? Dreaming..."
However, Jing Lao's heart was also cold. He knew that Lin Muyu must be killed today, otherwise the matter would be revealed, and neither the emperor nor Tang Lan would be able to bear such a big culpability.
Old Jing's palm was almost like a palm, and the armor of vindictiveness around Lin Muyu's body was scattered again and again, and even a trace of blood was leaking from the corner of Lin Muyu's mouth.
But he has been on the run, has been retreating, and in a blink of an eye he ran out for nearly ten miles away from the big camp of Seven Seas City. Even Yingzhao Mountain was just a small mountain under the moonlight. At this moment, Lin Muyu suddenly turned around, his whole body His temperament seemed to change instantly, his fighting spirit suddenly rose to the peak state, his palms lightly swung, the golden gourd spirit came out, the mysterious tortoise shell and the dragon scale wall were successively blessed, and he slapped it out with a palm facing the old Jing Haoran. …
"Boom..."
Lin Muyu didn't let the wind fall in this blow, and Jing Lao's palm fell on the gourd wall and the light burst, but the counter-shock force from the gourd wall made Jing Lao's arms numb, and he couldn't help but feel the heart. A little bit cold, is this kid always pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? …
"Bring out your true skills, otherwise you will die very quickly." Lin Muyu smiled slightly, and the dragon spirit sword in his hand made the joyful sound of the sword soul, and at the same time, the seven light profound strength in his arm poured into the sword.
Old Jing trembled, his entire face seemed to be distorted, and said, "Smelly boy, you bastard..."
As he said, Jing Lao's face was even more distorted, and there were sharp horns on his shoulders, piercing his body, with blood, a sharp horn appeared on the top of his head, his whole body swelled, and his muscles all swelled up. , At this moment, Old Jing is still like a human being, on the contrary, he is like an evil spirit.
"What?..." Lin Muyu said lightly.
Old Jing sneered: "I don't understand the combined realm of beast martial arts... Laozi followed Lan Gong to fight in the north and south, and how many battles he has made. Who on this continent does not know the name of Sima Jing? You ignorant person, Go to hell..."
As he said, Old Jing suddenly struck him with a palm, and a fierce tiger appeared in his palm, and roared: "The fierce tiger goes down the mountain..."
The fighting spirit is surging. This blow is not easy. Obviously, Jing Lao has greatly improved his cultivation by combining with the martial soul. The power of this blow is by no means lower than the third heaven...
Lin Muyu secretly lucked, Qi Yao profound energy rushed into the long sword madly, both hands suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword together, and blasted out a blow.
"Boom..."
Fire and frost rose into the sky, and the shining surroundings looked like daylight. Under the strong light, Jing Lao's cheeks that were neither human nor beast looked even more hideous.
"Puff..." Lin Muyu vomited blood, retreated a few steps, and was finally inferior in strength.
But Elder Jing wasn't much better, his arms were a little numb, and the profound strength of the common people was very powerful and domineering, even if he couldn't hurt him, it wouldn't make him feel good.
"Good boy, I really feel a little bit too weak..."
Old Jing grinned grinningly, and opened his palms together, and frost lingered on his arms as if possessing spirituality. He was determined to win and laughed wildly: "Forcing me to unite man and beast, now this is you. The end of the game, prepare to die..."
Lin Muyu wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and couldn't help but smile, holding the long sword in both hands again, the golden gourd spirit lingered around, the wind danced wildly, blowing his cloak up, and the whole person was like a heavenly general, majestic and awe-inspiring. , This time directly skipped the power of the second light Entering the long sword, at the same time the profound energy of Si Yao ghosts and gods crying also appeared on the sword.
Elder Jing burst into grudge, his palms suddenly joined together, his figure speed increased sharply, and he rushed over, shouting: "Suffer to death...the ice falls to the world..."
Lin Muyu said nothing, and slashed out with a sword, the true dragon Yuanhuo + Si Yao ghosts crying...
The space seems to have been distorted by the Seven Lights profound strength. This small space has completely become Lin Muyu’s domain under the force field of the Four Lights crying ghosts, and the power of this trick is naturally greatly increased...
"boom…"
The ice and fire collided, and the momentum was overwhelming...The skyrocketing flames and frost strangled the surrounding jungle, and the gravel on the ground rolled out to the surroundings.
"Woo..."
Elder Jing let out a miserable cry, and the opponent's profound strength was endless. After consuming the blow of the ice descending, he still had the power to counterattack, and directly caused old Jing to withdraw with blood on his arms, and was injured.
…
"Beast...how can you beat the old man...?"
Elder Jing roared, more like a fierce beast, suddenly covering his palms on the ground, and the earth trembled suddenly, and the surrounding frost elements rushed to Old Jing's body.
Is this to use the frost power of the earth
Lin Muyu was startled slightly, but naturally there was a way to deal with it. He raised his hand and returned the long sword to its sheath, and suddenly placed his left arm across his chest. This arm, which was reshaped by the magical power of the profound spirit ruler, contained not only profound strength, but also profound strength. The power of the awe-inspiring true dragon, under Lin Muyu’s strength, the flames of the entire arm linger, a golden true dragon lingers around the arm, and at the same time, it suddenly concentrates on the profound power of the three Yao sentient beings. Suddenly, there seems to be a hidden power of sentient beings between the heavens and the earth. Power is surging towards Lin Muyu, whether it is a spirit beast, a tree or a strange stone with spiritual power, every bit of power can be used by him, and this power of relying on nature is far beyond what Jing Lao can compare.
Old Jing looked up and saw Lin Muyu standing in place, with dragon spirit lingering on his left arm. He trembled all over his body for a moment. He lowered his head, and suddenly old tears crisscrossed his eyes: "Master Lan, I Sima Jing can't do it anymore. I followed you to the north and south, and I wish you a safe life and no worries..."
"Roar…"
Elder Jing rushed over suddenly, with an unspoken roar, five fingers, and endless chills gushing out of his palm. This is the killing intent of his move.
Lin Muyu raised her head and glanced, suddenly exerting force under her feet, and her left arm blasted out with the profound strength of flames...
"Boom..."
The impact of the shaking of the earth and the mountains collided together, and even the place where the two people collided quickly revolved and condensed into a flame and frost gas mask. The "brush" whirled rapidly, and the next moment, Jing Lao let out a miserable cry of "Ah". The blood burst in the arms, the blood splashed, it was terrible, and the arms were destroyed in an instant.
"Enjoy you..."
Lin Muyu still had enough energy, lifted the sword forward, and Jianguang cut it off directly at Old Jing's neck.
Elder Jing opened his eyes and roared: "I have a battle armor to protect me. You want to kill me with your broken bronze iron?... The young master will be here soon, you just wait for death, Lin Muyu..."
However, Lin Muyu didn't say a word, and the sword began to fall quickly. With a "bang", the Dragon Spirit Sword could not smash the battle armor with one blow, and was directly blocked by the air armor, but the light flashed down, and the light was cut. The blow penetrated the battle armor and directly landed on Jing Lao's neck, passing through, cutting a huge rock behind him into two forcibly.
"Ga... Ga..."
There were beast-like howls and screams from Jing Lao's throat, and the next moment blood splashed out, and the entire head fell from the top of his neck.
Lin Muyu watched the opponent fall indifferently, and quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and found a small space bag around Jing Lao's waist, before checking what was in it, he returned the sword to its sheath after putting it in his arms, and jumped out ten. A few meters, he disappeared into this cold jungle in a blink of an eye. The night wind was gloomy, but only Jing Lao's corpse was lying there, quickly freezing, and even the blood stains on the rocks quickly condensed into ice.
Winner and loser, this is the law of this world. Elder Jing and Lin Muyu know that since everyone has a showdown here, one must die. Although Lin Muyu is kind, he is not cowardly. If anyone wants to kill him, He would not hesitate to lose the opponent first. The young boss of the dignified Longxin Group is not a good old person. Once he gets up cruelly, any of his opponents will tremble, otherwise Lin Muyu will not be able to sit on the throne of the god of war.
In the cold night, Starfall walked swiftly through the jungle.
"Woo..."
In the different space, Xiaolong’s cry came, as if acting like a baby, Lin Muyu didn’t pay attention to it either. The expression on his face was not the joy after defeating Jing Lao, but the worry about Tang Xiaoxi’s not knowing where he was, under the moonlight. , His figure appears to be alone, with no friends.
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