Chapter 1541: long time no see

The magic spear that Mu Xue threw out was a bit similar to the magic spear of Old Demon Feng Yue, but the power and breath were very different.
This gun is a magic weapon made by Fengyue Old Demon himself for Mu Xue, and it is definitely much better than ordinary top ancient treasures.
The old man with a pocky face saw the magic spear flying with lightning and thunder, with terrifying power, and his face was a bit ugly. He immediately threw a white Jinpa.
In response to the storm, the white Jinpa rose to hundreds of meters wide, and the magic spear that struck was firmly covered with lightning speed, defending most of the impact.
"Sizzle!"
However, the old man Mazi underestimated the power of Mu Xue's magic weapon. Jinpa was torn by the tip of the magic spear, and the magic spear wrapped in Jinpa had the potential to break out of the Jinpa.
Seeing that his top ancient treasure "Kunyuanpa" was torn apart by the magic spear, the old man Mazi was frightened and pained, and shouted at another black-faced old man: "Second brother, what are you still doing? Get started!"
"I know, big brother!"
The black-faced old man stared straight at the towering and white legs on Mu Xue's chest, smiled wryly, and offered an ancient treasure in the shape of a fan.
"Golden wire fan, open it!"
The black-faced old man let out a low drink in his mouth and slowly opened the fan magic weapon.
"Shoo!"
Suddenly, a large amount of golden silk thread covered Mu Xue's whole body like a giant net.
Mu Xue Qiao's face changed color. Before she had time to react, her whole body was firmly bound by dense golden threads, unable to move, and even the movement of spiritual power was severely hindered.
The scarlet magic spear that was about to pierce through the sleepy Yuanpa, lost its spiritual response and became very weak and faltered.
"Oops!"
Mu Xue secretly said that it was not good, she tried her best to struggle, but she couldn't break free of these golden threads.
"Haha, the second brother did a beautiful job." Seeing Mu Xue's delicate appearance, the old man rubbed his hands excitedly, and flew towards Mu Xue like a wolf like a tiger.
"Brother, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, let's take this woman away first."
The black-faced old man said so, he couldn't wait to rush over, ready to touch two hands before speaking.
Seeing the two wretched old men flew over, the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators on the battlefield were caught in an anxious battle, and they couldn't help themselves.
Mu Xue's pretty face was pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly. She would rather die than be humiliated, as she was preparing for the time when Yuan Ying came out of her body.
"Swish!"
Several extremely sharp golden sword lights flew in the distance suddenly, cutting off the golden silk thread on Mu Xue's body.
The golden fan in the hands of the black-faced old man roared and cracked directly.
"No, my golden wire fan!" The black-faced old man yelled violently, revealing a painful expression.
Muxue regained her mobility, her white neck oozes sweat, she felt a lingering fear, and she didn't have time to see who saved her, so she shouted, "Little girl, thank you fellow daoist for helping me!"
"Who? How dare to ruin Laozi's good deeds and ruin my ancient treasure!" The black-faced old man jumped into thunder.
"dead!"
What responded to him was a lightning storm that resembled a sea wave, coming towards the black-faced old man at an almost bizarre speed.
Upon closer inspection, this scarlet-gold lightning storm was formed with a lot of sword light.
"Second brother, be careful!"
The old man Mazi yelled violently, but it was too late.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound rang, and the black-faced old man was strangled into dregs by the lightning storm formed by the Nine Li sword formation, and his body collapsed into a blood mist.
Seeing the black-faced old man was killed as soon as he met him, the old man Mazi was frightened.
Mu Xue's eyes widened, her pretty face full of shock. In the current battlefield, even Xuanyuanhong, the strongest, can't kill the early Yuan Ying cultivator so easily, right?
The black-faced old man Yuan Ying flew out, fleeing out in fear.
The old man Mazi was about to escape, a young man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him, recalling eighty-one sword lights, and directly attacked the old man Mazi.
"not good!"
The old man Mazi took a breath of cold air and immediately sacrificed the damaged Yuan Pai and protected him in front of him, trying to resist the attack of these weird sword lights.
Unfortunately, the ideas are beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
"boom!"
Kun Yuanpa didn't hold it for half a second, and was crushed into powder by a large amount of sword light.
Immediately afterwards, eighty-one sword lights strangled towards the old man Mazi.
"what!!!"
The old man Mazi had no resistance, and was strangled into dregs by Jianguang.
After the white-clothed youth instantly killed two people, he looked back at Mu Xue.
"It's you!" Mu Xue trembled, frightened and angry.
Didn't Shen Lang disappear six years ago? Why did it suddenly appear, the cultivation base also broke through the middle stage of Yuan Ying!
Mu Xue couldn't forget certain things that this man did to herself, and she was always ashamed and annoyed when she thought of it.
Shen Lang had saved the life of Old Demon Feng Yue, Mu Xue's resentment towards him was not so strong, but he could not forget it.
"Miss Mu Xue, today Shen saved you once, and you and I don't owe each other." Shen Lang said lightly.
"Asshole, you save me and you assault me ​​are two different things, this girl won't admit it!" Mu Xuejiao shouted, her pretty face flushed, her emotions suddenly agitated.
Shen Lang was a bit speechless, and this woman was too horny. He did do something very excessive to Mu Xue, but Shen Lang thought he had compensated.
Perhaps for Mu Xue, Shen Lang could never compensate for certain things.
"Let's talk about it later, Shen will clean up these Donglin people first."
After speaking, Shen Lang rushed into the battle group and flew towards Jiang Hai first.
Jiang Haizheng offered a magic weapon to fight an old man from the east with a scar on his face. The battle was fierce.
Although Jiang Hai's supernatural powers are not weaker than those of the opponent, he is more than 930 years old, and the strength of his body and spiritual strength is not as strong as that of the opponent, and the battle is one-sided.
Seeing that this senior is not doing well, Shen Lang rushed forward, stretched out his right palm, and an ice crystal hill was spinning at high speed in his palm.
"Bingpo Mountain, go!"
With a low drink, Shen Lang threw the Bingpo Mountain in his hand towards the early Donglin Yuanying monk who had a scar on his face, and cast a spiritual force.
"Om!"
Bingpo Mountain suddenly expanded and turned into a thousand-meter-high ice crystal giant mountain, with cold light everywhere.
"Bing...Bingpo Mountain!"
Seeing the ice crystal mountain hit, the scared old man was so scared that his scalp numbed, and the Yuanying monks to the east naturally knew Bingpo Mountain, one of the three most treasures in the east.
The scared old man had no time to think about why Bingpo Mountain was in Yunjian's hands. He panicked and sacrificed a magic weapon in an attempt to resist the collision of Bingpo Mountain.
However, this was useless, and the huge Bingpo Mountain was not shaken at all.
Immediately afterwards, the old man Scared felt the terrifying power of Bingpo Mountain from a close distance, and his body was directly broken into ice slag.
Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Jiang Hai who was not far away: "Brother Jiang, long time no see."