Chapter 537: The Great Floating Slaughter

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"If you are still a brother, leave here immediately ... Remember to avenge me later, I believe you have this ability ..."
Mu Feng pulled the sword out of the enemy's throat, and the bright drops of blood bounced lightly, eye-catching.
The rampant killing air permeated all areas of Jingjian Peak.
Shaw's cold wind blew coldly on the body.
Chu Hen looked at the man of his own age, and Mu Feng at this moment seemed to be different from usual.
There was an indescribable coldness in the breath emanating from the other person.
Chu Hen's eyelids lifted, and he nodded deeply, "You have always been my brother of Chu Hen."
Mu Feng smiled calmly and nodded.
"Take care!"
Having said that, Mu Feng turned sideways and turned into a trail of shadows and devoted herself to the melee.
Sword and sword, stunning as rainbow!
Mu Feng stood up against the sword, a bright golden sword shadow bloomed out of his body like the next day, the dense sword light spread out sharply, and the flesh and blood strangled by several nearby Shulu Zong disciples was blurred ...
"what!"
The miserable scream was frustrating, and after the surprise, a dozen people were besieged on all sides.
"Hey, isn't this the young master of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion? I'm going to teach you some good tricks."
"Receiving this straw bag, Mu Xiongcai was arrested."
"Nice, do it."
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The crowd was so powerful and violent, like a fierce beast, Mu Feng's eyes flashed with a pale gray awn, and he rushed out directly to the person in front of him.
"Oh!"
Mu Feng's speed is extremely fast, and there is an afterimage in the air. With the rapid wind breaking, the afterimage of Mu Feng penetrates the person's body, and the powerful sword strikes down. The man was torn by Jian Guang in several moments, screaming, and there was no dead body.
"Jack!"
Seeing Mu Feng's shot so fiercely, everyone around him was stunned and angry, showing powerful moves to attack.
Mu Feng, who was caught in the siege, was not rushed. He changed the frivolity and carelessness of the past. He picked a few enemies with a sword, and the shadow of the sword was wanton. The flow of attack and defense was impeccable.
However, even with Mu Feng's joining, the side of Tongtian Sword Pavilion is still losing ground.
Tongtian Sword Pavilion could not fight it with one enemy and three.
More and more people in the Sword Pavilion died here, astounding Jianfeng, shouting and killing the sky ...
Darkly, the sun and the moon are dim, the dozens of meters of sword ancestral sculpture located in the north area of ​​the square quietly "looks" at this scene. It witnesses the rise of the sword tower of Tiantian, but it is also necessary to witness the sword tower Dying.
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"Boom!"
Over Jiuxiao, the strong surging air waves rippled continuously.
Mu Xiongcai opened the three men with one sword, and staring at the disciples of Tongtian Sword Pavilion across the corpse below, Yingwu's face quietly covered with a thick layer of frost.
"Shameless old thief ..."
"Huh." Sura Zongzong, the lord sneer, sneered, waving his sleeves, and said, "Mu Xiongcai, you are toasting, not eating and punishing, no wonder we are."
"Master Muge." Helian, the master of the phantom rain gate, said, "If you hand over the floating sword and" Dafutu Devil ", I will leave immediately."
"That's right, I also promised to stop here." Xuefei Palace also continued.
...
Mu Xiong just stared blankly and laughed. "Hahahaha, don't pretend. I'll ask you one more ..."
When the momentum turned, Mu Xiong's talent was suddenly cold, and his sword-like eyes swept at the three of them. "Are you guys rolling or not?"
Roll and not roll?
The majestic power caused the hearts of everyone present to shake violently.
"Ridiculous ..." Lian Ye drank a stern shout, and the majestic blood-colored real elements gathered around him, then spread his arms, and angered, "I don't see anything that doesn't cry in the coffin, let's die!"
"Da Luo blood formation!"
"Rumble ..."
After a series of heavy turbulences, I saw Mu Xiongcai as the center suddenly rushing out a dozen blood columns, each blood column was a hundred feet high, exuding the might of heaven, and the blood column was complicated and strange. The runes are secretive, especially the fierce manic fluctuations that distort the sky.
At the same time, Helian Zhong, the phantom of the rain, followed the whole body to release thunder.
Wind and thunder rolled, dark clouds covered the top!
The Leimang gathered over Muxiongcai interweaves into a huge thunderbolt optical network, and the twisted space is dreamy and destructive.
"Sky Magic Thundernet!"
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Similarly, Xuefei Palace on the other side of the monarchy also exploded with a mighty power. The tsunami-like tide of true yuan, such as a huge tornado, stirred the octagonal sky and formed a towering mountain. Scary monster.
The giant beast looks like a dragon head, but also looks like a bow, facing horrible, like an ancient monster.
...
This?
God!
Looking at this scene in the void, the crowds of the major sects far away from Jing Jianfeng all changed their faces, their eyes widened, and they were all moved.
Is this the full blow of the land's mysterious powerhouse?
The oppression emanating from this time alone is enough to make countless people in this room breathless.
"The Lord ..."
Numerous elders and disciples in Tongtian Sword Pavilion showed a lot of worries, Mu Feng could not help but tighten the hilt in his palm, his eyes faintly red.
...
"Hey." Lian Ye showed a smirk of groan, "It's over, Master Mu Ge."
"Buzz!"
In that moment, more than a dozen blood-colored beams of light bloomed into the sky, and each beam of light rolled up a thick killing gas and attacked Mu Xiongcai.
Twisted space, the sky full of thunder nets shrouded, the power of extinction, overthrow the rivers and mountains.
The towering giant beast is raging like a mountain.
...
In the face of any of these powerful killing moves that are enough to make him go all out, Mu Xiongcai's face still shows no trace of fear, and some are just the admirable determination and persistence.
The irresistible oppression came like a storm, and the space in all directions fell into fierce uneasiness.
Just when everyone thought Mu Xiong was about to be destroyed, the latter's eyes flashed their determination.
"Boom!"
The next moment, two dark blue rushed for nine days with intertwined momentum, Mu Xiong held his sword in both hands, and the pagoda-shaped floating slaughter sword shined brightly.
"Anger of the sky, the demon head came out, the sword tower appeared, and the floating slaughter was cut!"
"The Great Floating Slaughter ..."
what?
The thunderous sound shook everyone's ears. When the words
Da Fu Tu Mo Ju
blew in the sky, Mu Xiongcai's breath became strong and cold ...
In that room, the two dark blue towering beams of light converged and quickly turned into an ancient giant tower over a thousand meters high.
The desolate and simple atmosphere runs through the sky, permeating in all directions.
The vast blue halo rises like clouds.
"boom!"
"Oh!"
...
Thousands of blood, thousands of thunder nets, and fury monsters rushed directly around Mu Xiongcai.
A series of devastating impacts are like the collision of celestial meteorites, and the confluence of various violent amounts has set off a choppy energy tide.
The bright light patterns cascade like fireworks rain.
The sky turns round, the mountains and rivers are about to die, and the rising air waves seem to blast the sky out of a huge gap.
...
Under countless pairs of trembling eyes, light ripples splattered, and a thousand-meter-high ancient giant tower gradually appeared in everyone's sight.
The ancient giant tower is nine steps wide and narrow, with a dark blue halo flowing through the body.
However, in the middle of the giant tower, Mu Xiong relied on the tower body, covering his chest with one hand, the magic sword stood at his feet, and the blood flowed out ...
Apparently he was seriously injured.
But even so, Mu Xiong is still as immortal and arrogant.
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"Huh, I didn't expect you to use this trick." Lian Ye's eyes were cold, and then he sneered, "But even then, you are just lingering."
After all, the strong Zhenyuan surged out again.
He Lianzhong and Xuefei Palace also acted in the same way. After witnessing the power of "The Great Floating Slaughter", no one was impressed.
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Cold wind bleak, Mori Han biting!
Thousands of people's eyes were staring at the heroic figure docked in the middle of the pagoda in the void.
The hero was dying, and many people felt sorry for it.
But at this moment, Mu Xiongcai's thick eyebrows lifted, his eyes actually passed through the sea of ​​people, and suddenly fell on a young figure.
That young figure was under siege by a dozen people at the moment.
But when he was fighting with people, his attention was on the middle-aged man holding a magic sword in the void.
...
The two were so close, yet so far away.
What can't be separated is the deep bond between father and son.
"Fenger ..."
Suddenly, Mu Xiong opened his mouth, and his blood-stained lips gently touched ~ EbookFREE.me ~, "Fenger, give up your sword!"
You give up the sword!
The clear words seemed a bit light and ethereal, as if flying across the sea, through the heavy crowd, and then passed into each other's ears.
When hearing this sentence, Mu Feng's heart shuddered.
He suddenly looked back, looking far away at Mu Xiong.
Abandon sword?
Why abandon the sword?
Didn't the other party always want to be the master of the Tsutenkaku?
Doesn't the other party want to take charge of the floating sword, and then practice "The Great floating sword"?
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For a sword repairer, once abandoning the sword means no longer holding the sword.
"Are you completely disappointed in me?" Mu Feng asked in her heart, the sentence stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it anyway.
Until this moment, as a son, did I still let you down?
Mu Feng's eyes turned red, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble.
...
"You give up your sword!"
Mu Xiongcai's voice was so loud and loud that he stood upright and released a strange blue light pattern all over his body. Along with it was a strong and powerful special flame.
What confuses everyone at the same time is that the sword ancestor sculpture above Jing Jianfeng suddenly shines.
This was the case when he saw Mu Xiong, and many of the senior elders in Tongtian Jiange's face changed dramatically.
Thick pains appeared on each face.
"Cover, don't!"
"Master, absolutely nothing."
...
What exactly is happening?
In the eyes of many people, the majestic sword ancestor sculpture released a strong light, the mountains trembled, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth was wanton.
The endless icyness and fierceness quickly spread out.
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