The strategy of chasing masters

A sword light flashed out suddenly, catching Pang Yi off guard. He took two steps back and kicked the broken door with his toes.

Seeing that Gu Wanyan's sword was about to cut Pang Yi's Adam's apple, unexpectedly he turned sideways and only scratched a small gash on the blade. Blood flowed down his short and thick neck, staining the dark blue collar black.

Although Pang Yi was short and fat, he was quick to react. After all, he was a cultivator, different from ordinary fat people.

Xu Shi knew that he couldn't beat Gu Wanyan, so he quickly stood up straight, made a pause gesture, and said with a smile: "I thought I never neglected the immortal, why did the immortal turn to me?"

Gu Wanyan hated this flattering face so much, he hid his sword in his smile, and he did the same thing in front of his face and the other behind his back. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, and with the flames overflowing, he said angrily: "Steal the sword, hurt your wife and drink blood, I will teach you today." Ashes and ashes!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped up with his toes on the ground, stabbed with the sword in his right hand, gathered strength in his left hand, and withdrew a streamer of light to hit Pang Yi.

The sword eyebrows are cold and erect, the phoenix eyes are shining, half of the black hair is curved in the air, the white robe is flying, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, which makes people shudder!

Zhou Mu gave a thumbs up and boasted, "You deserve to be the number one sword sect!"

Mu Yaoling fought against Gu Wanyan. He has seen him in the most powerful form, and he only used three levels of skill, which is simply the tip of the iceberg!

He waved his hand and said, "This is not the most powerful!"

Of course Zhou Mu also knew, but he used to watch the fifty cents special effects on the TV screen, but now it was a real fight scene between gods and gods, and a little excitement was inevitable.

"Can I still understand without you?" Zhou Mu retorted.

Ever since this man named Zhou Mu came into Mu Yaoling's body, he started to fight. For some reason, there is an inexplicable pleasure in fighting with this interesting soul. It feels like all the bad emotions are after him. Disappeared, so it slowly became a habit.

"Since you know it well, why don't you act like you haven't seen the world?" Mu Yaoling habitually snapped back.

Just as Zhou Mu was about to speak, he felt strange eyes cast on him, and when he looked up, there were indeed five people staring at him with disgust!

It was the five monks brought by Pang Yi, and the woman with the disheveled hair on two crosses. She fell into a coma temporarily due to excessive blood loss, and her long dirty hair covered her entire face. She looked like a ghost from a distance.

Zhou Mu didn't understand these five people very much. As a trusted disciple, the head of the sect was provoked and fought, but he still stood by and watched, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Mu Yaoling didn't want to be like them, he was going to help Gu Wanyan, seeing Pang Yi's ferocious face, as if he was about to go mad, Gu Wanyan might not necessarily have the upper hand then.

Just stepped out with one foot, before drawing out the long sword in his hand, he was blocked by three monks who came together, each of them was uglier than the other, Zhou Mu thought to himself that even if he was a supporting role, his looks didn't have to be so bad!

It turned out that they didn't help Pang Yi because they knew that Mu Yaoling was hiding behind a tree and would fight at any time!

The three of them not only looked ugly, but also stared at them, their eyeballs were about to fall off. The flat-nosed cultivator at the head snorted coldly and said, "What's the purpose of you sneaking around behind?"

Mu Yaoling was about to speak, but was preempted by Zhou Mu, who showed a charming smile: "I don't like to hear that, brother, we just followed you in today!"

The flat-nosed cultivator obviously didn't like this: "Since it came in openly, why didn't you dare to show up behind the tree?"

Zhou Mu looked at the big blue-and-white figure inside, and said, "My master has come out, isn't he? Not only is the head of your family not welcoming, but he's even facing each other with swords!"

"Obviously your master made the move first, how did it become that the head of the sect turned to your master with swords and swords?" the flat-nosed monk was very unconvinced.

The two monks who followed behind echoed in unison: "That's right, it's just ridiculous!"

"He's reasonable!"

The flat-nosed monk didn't say much, he drew his sword and stabbed Mu Yaoling.

Zhou Mu's verbal skills were excellent, but his force was extremely weak. Seeing that the sword was approaching the vital point, he was so frightened that he stared and screamed.

Mu Yaoling snorted coldly and said, "Why don't you let me come?"

Zhou Mu handed over control of his entire body to Mu Yaoling, obediently shut up and waited for the changes.

Mu Yaoling was clever, and leaned to one side, successfully dodging the sword that was stabbing at him, and at the same time hit the flat-nosed monk on the right shoulder with his backhand.

Hearing a "pop", the flat-nosed cultivator covered his shoulders and glared at Mu Yaoling viciously: "You sneak attack!"

"No!" Mu Yaoling spread his arms with an innocent face.

Behind the flat nose, the two didn't talk much, they drew their swords and made a move, Mu Yaoling quickly dodged, and the sword light flashed like a dragon, separating the two people who were originally close together.

The two monks flanked each other, and Mu Yaoling handled it easily and effortlessly. Seeing that he had two brushes, the two began to form formations.

First, he used the soaring technique to cross-run, trying to make the opponent dizzy. Mu Yaoling obviously didn't accept this trick. He found the right opportunity, and struck with a sword.

There was only a scream, and a monk fell to the ground and groaned. His right leg was cut with a long cut by the blade, and the blood flowed straight, dyeing the terrazzo floor bright red.

The other yelled, staring angrily and said: "They are all colleagues, so the attack is too harsh!"

Mu Yaoling sneered and said, "Cruel? If I'm not ruthless, I'm afraid I'll be the one who fell on the ground right now!"

Zhou Mu clapped his hands inside his body and applauded: "This is a forceful statement! Add [-] points!!"

Mu Yaoling asked curiously, "What do you mean by force?"

Before Zhou Mu could explain, the long sword came along and almost cut his neck, so dangerous!He almost died. It seems that Mu Yaoling cannot be distracted when fighting in the future!

Although Mu Yaoling's IQ has just passed, his martial strength is off the charts. Not only is he in good spirits when fighting, the spiritual flow in his body is stronger than usual, and he feels like he is flying. Living in his body is like flying Feel!

While Zhou Mu was thinking and wandering, Mu Yaoling had already beaten another monk to the ground. The speed was amazing. He hadn't seen clearly what move he was using. He only knew that his left hand was controlled by Mu Yaoling with ease. There was still pain from time to time, but when the spiritual flow came up, it disappeared again. He had to admire Mu Yaoling's fighting strength.

Mu Yaoling held down the two monks like prisoners. His strength was exhausted. It was too rigid and pedantic for one person to control the actions of two people. He was staring at him, but he had a woman on his hand, and he didn't come up to attack. Seeing their jealous eyes, it was almost too late.

Zhou Mu was afraid that the two of them would attack suddenly, so he quickly reminded: "Brother, tie up the two people in your hands first, and go help Master!"

Mu Yaoling tore off a long rope from the Qiankun bag, tied the two people in his hands to the acacia tree with a thick bowl mouth, and raised his sword to help Gu Wanyan.

Before he could take a step, he was stopped by two monks: "You hurt my fellow disciple, it's not so easy to go!"

"I don't want to leave!" Mu Yaoling shook his head.

The two people on the opposite side glared angrily, their already dark faces turned livid, with a look of "this person is really shameless".

Mu Yaoling picked up the long sword and said: "What are you talking about, if you want to fight, make a quick move!"

The two looked at each other, looking at Mu Yaoling with crazy eyes, and did not make a move for a long time.

Mu Yaoling wanted to help Gu Wanyan wholeheartedly, but as long as there were other disciples in the vanity world, he couldn't get past this acacia tree.

He raised his sword with one move, and the excessive strength made the spiritual energy radiate crackle in the air.

The two monks quickly dodged, these two were smarter than the previous ones, they flanked Mu Yaoling from the front and back, caught Mu Yaoling a little off guard, the moves were fast, ruthless, fierce, making people overwhelmed.

The spiritual power was consumed too fast, and the breath was a little impatient. The monk in front took advantage of Mu Yaoling to meet the people behind, and the sword light flashed, leaving a deep gash on the straight spine, and the lavender brocade robe was completely dyed purple.

Resisting the heat behind him, he tapped his toes on the pole of the silk tree, soared into the air, and retreated ten steps away. The palm gathered strength, and a stream of light appeared. The long sword hung in front of his chest and kept spinning. The streamer of light poured into the sword body, and shouted violently: "A sword pierces the heart!"

There was only a sound of "嗖", and the shadow of the sword flew across like a shooting star, and at the same time pierced into the chest of the monks who were chasing Mu Yaoling one by one!

Zhou Mu boasted in his body: "This is more than just a sword piercing the heart, this is still a sword and two people!"

"It's killing two birds with one stone!" Mu Yaoling gritted his teeth.

Cold sweat broke out from the pain on his back, Zhou Mu reminded: "I can't bear to eat Baozhitongsan!"

Mu Yaoling tore off the Qiankun pouch and took out a packet of Painkiller and swallowed it with difficulty, walked over slowly and pulled the swords from the chests of the two monks.

The two corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the two monks tied to the tree were dumbfounded and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Little Immortal, please let us go, and we will repay you in the future!"

"Let you go? Hmph! So that you can do evil again?" Mu Yaoling couldn't be fooled by them!

After finishing speaking, he walked quickly into the house with the blood-dripping sword in his hand. Before stepping into the threshold, he heard a loud "bang", the roof collapsed, and a white figure came out of the collapsed hole, his toes lightly touching a hanging area. On the tiles of the eaves, even if bloodstained all over his body, he couldn't hide his fairy-like temperament.

Mu Yaoling shouted anxiously: "Master!"

Gu Wanyan frowned slightly: "What?"

"Come down quickly, the apprentice will bandage your wound!" Mu Yaoling said while waving.

Zhou Mu felt speechless in his body, but he still couldn't help reminding this unthinking guy: "It's just Pang Yi, how could Master get hurt, it's Pang Yi's blood!"

"Huh? Pang Yi actually got blood on Master's clothes?" Mu Yaoling didn't dare to say anything later, he could imagine Pang Yi's tragic death at this moment!

Gu Wanyan performed a cleaning technique to clean up the blood on the white clothes before she floated down from the tiles. The white clothes flew up, the black hair curled up in the air, and the sunlight added a circle of light to the white shadow, like a picture of a fairy descending to earth!

Mu Yaoling was a little stunned, even when Gu Wanyan fell in front of his eyes, he didn't recover from his senses, and he was full of silly smiles.

"Go and drag Pang Yi's body out!" Gu Wanyan shouted.

Only then did Mu Yaoling react: "Oh, good!"