"It's very strong true meaning of martial arts, but you are not that strong."

Mu Wancheng raised his head, as proud as if he was the condescending king.

Qin Fan did not make a sound, but controlled the remaining four flying knives to hover around it.

He did not choose to attack, as if he was deliberately waiting for Mu Wancheng to recover his strength.

“So arrogant.”

Mu Wancheng inexplicably wiped his cheeks, and a scar appeared there at some point.

This made Mu Wancheng frown slightly, and he looked at the five flying knives scattered on the ground, and four flying knives that circled him like flies.

"hiss--!"

The next second he widened his eyes because a scar appeared on the back of his hand. After careful identification, he found that it was a knife mark caused by a short knife.

‘Short knife?!’

At this moment, he finally remembered who his real opponent was!

It was also at this moment that blood lines burst out from his body, and dense knife marks covered his whole body from the top of his head to his toes!

At the same time, a sword aura that was as windy as destruction wandered freely in his body, and the little power he recovered was instantly cut to destruction!

"Get out!"

As he yelled angrily, blood continued to gush out of his mouth, and then his tongue fell to the ground.

This time a clear voice rang in his ears.

"Six step kills silence."

'when......'

Mu Wancheng's eyes were filled with confusion. When was he the first time he was killed? Was it just now? How many of these densely packed swords were injured, eight thousand or ten thousand?

It was also at this moment that the four flying knives hovering around him passed through his knees and elbows. This time, the sword aura that penetrated his bones was not as heavy as a mountain, but as cold as ice and snow!

‘If you can’t move, you will burn your life…’ Mu Wancheng didn’t know how to describe his feelings at this time. He believed that he had broken through the despair brought by fear.

In fact, he didn't understand what true despair was, but at this moment his eyes were gradually eroded by the darkness. He was still alive, but he was as if he was dead.

Feng Mo, who appeared, directly sealed Mu Wancheng's key acupoints with Lingxi with one finger, and took out a bottle of poison and poured it into his mouth.

Mu Wancheng let him do it motionlessly, and the strong dizziness in his mind also made him slowly close his eyes.

Then Feng Mo's space ring flashed, and a special coffin made by Jiqiao Palace blocked Mu Wancheng who was already unconscious.

On the other hand, after a group fight with no morals, Jiu Damo and Wang Zhiming were sealed into the same coffin.

"It's still a little bit short."

Yue Piaoling was one of the few uninjured people present, and he muttered with regret.

Compared with other battlefields, his single-handed fight with Jiu Damo gradually gained the upper hand after Luo Qianpo's death.

Each person and the corpse were crazily setting fire to each other's sword energy, almost burning the mountain range.

At the same time, as he adapted to the initial pressure, his "Formless Magical Art" he transferred to practice gradually became integrated, and even used it to break through several acupoints during the battle.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! If you can continue fighting, Yue Piaoling is confident that he can reach the middle stage of the Grandmaster, but this battle may last at least three days and three nights.

"Only corpses are left."

Wang Jingyu's expression was quite emotional. This time he had a lot of intentions and had achieved quite good results by fighting more and fighting less. At least he did not reduce his staff.

But the real danger has just begun.

Because if the current corpse Baixing really drags a few people to accompany him to bury him, with his strength, even if Hei Thirteen and Huang Tiangui join forces to block it, there is a great probability that he will succeed.

At this moment, the tacit choice between the two sides temporarily stopped. Hei Shisan and Huang Tiangui stood in front and faced with the corpse Baixing far away. Wang Jingyu, Feng Mo, Blood Widow and Zhang Guchen lived in the middle.

The ghost boy, Ada and Yue Piaoling stood at the end while guarding the three coffins.

Qin Fan still stood in the air, but he suddenly used his mental power to shoot the nine flying knives scattered on the ground at the nine people including Hei Shisan for no reason.

Everyone was puzzled, but subconsciously took the flying knife and held it in their hands.

At this moment, Shi Baixing raised his head, his scattered hair covered his upper half of his face, and his lips raised an exaggerated curve.

Then a harsh laughter resounded through the sky.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

There is resentment, hatred and anger in this voice, but more of it is inexplicably refreshing!

"What are you laughing at?"

Qin Fan's figure disappeared the next second, but when it appeared again, it was ten steps away in front of the Hundred Lines of the Corpse.

The origin of this month made him spend all his time on "The Great Void Stream of Heaven and Earth", and this heavenly body technique finally reached the perfect state.

The most obvious effect is that with its current speed, it can no longer capture its traces with mental power, and one step is like shrinking into an inch.

"I will naturally laugh when I am happy. Now I really thank you, hahaha!"

Zi Baixing's eyes were red, and there was joy in his anger. These two strange emotions made him look like a demon, but Qin Fan was facing him was extremely calm.
Chapter completed!