On the battlefield, no one expected such a funny scene to happen.

When the shocking sword intent appeared, the warriors were moved and burst into tears!

Because although they don’t know who the person coming was, they must be super experts.

Only strong people in the realm of the Heavenly Man Martial God are qualified to control such a terrifying sword intent.

Longcheng doesn't seem to be hopeless.

It was just that Mu Bingxin's performance that made the hope they had just ignited was instantly extinguished by most of their just-ignited hope!

At this moment, the person who was observing the city wall suddenly exclaimed:

"Isn't that a scum in the college district?"

"The dean of Treeman College has always been relying on excessive fees to make a living..."

"I heard that he is not only addicted to alcohol but also very greedy for money..."

The others may not know Mu Bingxin.

However, some teachers or principals in the college area have a deep memory of this old fried dough stick who occupied a place in Longcheng College area.

Although many people do not know the true origin of Mu Bingxin, they are helpless about his rogue.

No one dares to compete with this old fry in the college area, because you will definitely lose if you haven't started competing.

When teaching students, many teachers use the greedy dean of the next college as a negative example. They swear that Shuren College will leave the college area soon.

However, more than ten years have passed.

Treeman Academy did not leave.

The old scoundrel did not leave either.

Many people are speechless, and many people look down on this person at all, thinking that he is just a villain who uses the quota of the Tree People College and takes advantage of the loopholes in the competition rules of the college area to make money.

Until today, he suddenly appeared at the forefront of the battlefield.

Many people showed a look of surprise.

Is this rascal rogue a peerless master?

When such a thought just arose in their minds, Mu Bingxin once again slapped them in the face.

Because he tried to pick up the hidden sword on the ground, he couldn't pick it up no matter how hard he picked it up.

His fingers were pressed so red and swollen that it hurts.

Everyone was speechless.

This sword should not be Mu Bingxin's?

This guy is indeed not a hidden peerless master. How can there be such a shameless and shameless master?

But everyone looked at him quietly.

Because of his appearance, he actually scared the King of Warlocks. This is really a strange thing!

The Warlock King was injured by the sword intent of the hidden sword and retreated a lot, and did not kill in the crowd army like before.

Xia Chong approached slightly, as if he wanted to launch a raid on Mu Bingxin, but was stopped by the King of Warlocks.

He looked at Mu Bingxin with some surprise and doubt: "Who are you kid? I have never seen you..."

Mu Bing held the hidden sword with difficulty, raised his head and sneered:

"Of course you haven't seen me, because I'm not from the same age as you."

"If you can see me, then your fate will not be a seal, but death."

"I've chopped you into seven or eight pieces and took you to the East China Sea to feed the fish."

The Warlock King frowned.

He had a very strange feeling.

The person in front of me seemed very strong; this was his instinct, and he could not be wrong.

But his current movements were very embarrassed, and he seemed to be unable to control the sword at all!

"Did you act on purpose for me?"

"When I was accidentally attacked?"

Abnasol suddenly felt a little hesitant. He had actually been very dependent on his instinct.

His instinct told it that the man in front of him was probably disguising himself!

"Haha...I see how long you can act."

He sneered and retreated a little further.

He believed that his string world, coupled with Xia Chuang's stomach, was enough to trap Han Le for a long time.

This martial arts powerhouse who appeared somewhere will soon reveal his trump card.

Although he is crazy, it does not mean he is not afraid of death.

His vitality is very tenacious, but many powerful people who practice swordsmanship to the end can hurt him. He must preserve his strength to fight against Han Le... and Yun Le who doesn't know where to hide!

...

And to everyone's eyes, the scene is even more funny.

Mu Bingxin took the lead and was carried away by a sword. Sometimes he raised the sword hard, and sometimes he was overturned by the sword.

Such an absurd picture makes the King of Warlock step by step back!

"Is this...acting?"

Someone on the city wall raised such questions.

Although Yunzhou Intelligent Brain has failed, many modern technological equipment can still work.

Most people in the city can view everything that is happening on the battlefield now through various equipment.

Mu Bingxin's strange behavior and the even stranger behavior of the Warlock King are really uninterpretable.

The soldiers who left the city gate, prepared to fight bloody battles, and died with their compatriots suddenly didn't know what to do.

Rush forward?

It's not suitable, this middle-aged uncle fights the King of Warlocks...

Just watching that?

It's not suitable either. This middle-aged uncle doesn't look like he can defeat Abnasol!

The scene fell into a strange stalemate.

In the string world, Han Le's face was solemn.

Only he knew that Mu Bingxin had not returned to his peak state now!

Hidden sword... This is tempering his body.

But although this behavior can temporarily scare away the warlock king, it cannot scare him for a long time.

Mu Bingxin hasn't touched his sword for many years. The most powerful thing he has learned now is the divination technique he learned from Shui Long Ling.

With his true combat power, he is probably not as good as an ordinary celestial martial god!

Such a person is simply impossible to deal with Abnasol and Xia Chong!

It is precisely because of this that Han Le was unable to calm down and advanced to the legend!

...

On the battlefield.

Mu Bingxin's face was covered in yellow sand, his lips were gray, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Old guy...I know you want to save my life...but now... stop making trouble."

"Someone must die."

The hidden sword shook, and quickly turned over, actually pressing Mu Bingxin to the ground.

puff!

Mu Bingxin was so pressed that he sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood. Because his blood was attacked by the cold poison of the water dragon spirit for many years, it turned out to be crystal clear ice blue.

"it's useless."

He coughed.

"The cold poison has penetrated into the bones. If you want me to restore my cultivation step by step, this method is unrealistic."

"Old guy, be good, just listen to me... I know that I buried you back then, which made you very dissatisfied..."

The Tibetan sword quickly turned around 360 degrees and once again hit Mu Bingxin's waist.

"Ouch! My kidney!"
To be continued...