How is it?

Wu Shanhe's question has two meanings in his words.

The first layer is how strong I am?

The second layer is my means, it's not enough to kill you!

Yang Mucheng's face was slightly gloomy.

He knows.

The next situation is extremely tricky. His eyes narrowed slightly, looking towards Wu Shanhe, he understood that it was definitely unusual for a martial artist in the middle stage of divine thought to be able to possess such a method. The other party's method is most likely because of the promotion of the evil jade staff.

"Oh, you finally noticed?" Wu Shanhe couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he found Yang Mucheng's gaze. "This evil jade scepter is an extremely rare auxiliary magic weapon!"

There are many types of magic weapons.

There are sky-turning seals, thunderbolt hammers, this kind of offensive magic weapons.

There are also hidden sword gourds, dragon tail bracelets, and this kind of space magic weapon.

There are also spirit turtle Dunjia and nine-song serial stars, which are this kind of protective magic weapons.

But among them, the rarest is the auxiliary magic weapon such as the evil jade staff. This kind of magic weapon can help martial artists to perceive the aura of heaven and earth more keenly and enhance the power of moves.

"What about the Evil Jade Staff?"

Yang Mucheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he grabbed it with his right hand.

Suddenly.

The void surged up, and countless cyan lotus petals slowly fluttered in, as if hundreds of rivers were converging, forming a cyan long sword in the palm of his hand. This sword is Mo Fan's Qinglian sword! Yang Mucheng knows that he is not the opponent of this Wu Shanhe when competing with the power of heaven and earth aura magic, but if it is compared to the strength of the body and the method of fighting, the other party may not be his opponent.

No matter how strong his magic power is, he can move with a thought of wind and thunder, and he can frighten ghosts and gods with a thought. Then he completely killed him before he had a thought or a mind!

"Dare to be hard when you die!" Mu Han shook his head with his fists and sneered, between these three moves, Wu Shanhe almost pressed Yang Mucheng to fight, no matter how strong the other party was, he would not be able to turn the sky in the future.

"We, the Evil Wind Building, are finally able to take revenge......"

The disciples and elders of the Evil Wind Building all applauded and cheered, as if Yang Mucheng had already become a fish on the chopping board, and they could be slaughtered at will!

"Really?"

Wu Shanhe shook his head, as if he was lamenting Yang Mucheng's character of not shedding tears when he saw the coffin, "That being the case, I won't talk to you about anything." You can use a half-step Divine Mind cultivation to kill more than a hundred Divine Mind Martial Artists, which can be called very terrifying. ”

Wu Shanhe couldn't hide his admiration in his words, but the chill in his eyes was even worse.

"Of course, you have the strength and capital to disobey the strong of the gods!"

"But I'm different. Since you don't accept it, then I will fight you until you submit!"

I saw that as soon as Wu Shanhe's voice fell, his five fingers clenched violently, and a cold glow erupted in the evil jade staff. He stretched out, his robe agitated wildly, and his momentum soared.

Behind him, countless small cyclones rose rapidly. Under the shocking gaze, these small cyclones gradually lengthened, turning into countless wind swords, falling like a torrential rain, enveloping a radius of hundreds of zhang in an instant, and directly blasting away.

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes, clenched the sword of Qinglian, and slashed forward.

Divine thoughts of martial artists, a thought is moving, and the divine thoughts are changing in an instant, and it is difficult to fathom. Ordinary martial artists often die on this infinite change. Once you enter the rhythm of the other party, you can only be tired and bite the bullet to deal with it.

So.

Yang Mucheng also responds to all changes with the same, no matter how many changes you have, I only have one sword.

"Boom!"

The sword of the green lotus slashed out, and the green light in the void was flourishing.

Regardless of the thousands of cyclone swords in the void, but they were all formed by air, Yang Mucheng's sword slashed the entire area in front of him into a vacuum, no matter how many cyclone swords there were, they couldn't cross this vacuum area. And this piece of vacuum sword light spread from Yang Mucheng to Wu Shanhe.

"Huh?"

Wu Shanhe was stunned.

However, before he came back to his senses, he saw that Yang Mucheng had already slashed out a sword again. In the area of the vacuum sword, a cyan sword was formed in an instant, like a galloping dragon rushing towards Wu Shanhe's body, just a thought was already approaching in front of him, and he opened his big mouth, as if he wanted to swallow Wu Shanhe in one gulp.

"Broken!"

Facing the rushing cyan sword, the look of surprise in Wu Shanhe's eyes did not decrease but increased, and he immediately bent his hand and shook it. The whirlwind in the sky formed rapidly behind him, and in an instant, it was centered on the cyan sword ray, as if ten thousand swords had returned. At this moment, it was as if tens of millions of people were pulling their longbows and raising their crossbows to fire a volley.

"Poof!", "Poof!", "Poof!", "Poof!", "Poof......"

The sound of the fierce wind resounded, and tens of thousands of cyclone swords blasted out, directly tearing the cyan sword to pieces.

"Wu Shanhe, you are nothing more than that. Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly.

The reason why the Divine Thought powerhouses are strong is precisely because they are able to manipulate the power of heaven and earth. But if they are not given enough time to manipulate it, they will starve to death without a key in an empty treasure trove. So at this moment, Yang Mucheng replaced defense with offense, and Wu Shanhe, who was fighting, could only be tired of running for his life, and could not fight back.

"You!"

A hint of anger flashed on Wu Shanhe's face.

But as soon as he wanted to make a move, Yang Mucheng had already made another move.

With a finger of his right hand, the sword gourd hidden in his arms erupted violently, and the 36,000 famous swords were like mountains and rivers, surging towards the Wushan River. There are 36,000 famous swords, among which the blood-drinking sword is the most distinct, like the head of the dragons, which makes people see it clearly at a glance!

"Blood Drinking Sword, you are Yang Mucheng......" Wu Shanhe shook his head. "I didn't expect you to dare to come to our evil path. Haha, if you kill you, not only will you be able to get your heavenly spirit treasure, but you will also be able to take your head to the sect to receive the reward!"

"What if I'm Yang Mucheng? If you want to kill me, do you have the ability to do this?"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes.

Since he dared to reveal his identity, he naturally had the confidence to kill Wu Shanhe.

"Humph!"

"Nine Dragons!"

Wu Shanhe's eyes flashed with agitation, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He raised the evil jade staff in his hand, and the Xuan hair behind him actually stood up, each of which surged to a length of several zhang. With the sound of Wu Shanhe's spell, it actually extended from the tip of the hair to the root of the hair and quickly turned white, but in an instant, the infinite black hair turned into three thousand silver threads!

The surging aura gathered and formed a nine-headed dragon. The nine-headed giant dragon suddenly appeared, like a huge chain, sealing Wu Shanhe himself in it. When the Nine Dragons appeared, the huge cottage could no longer hold back this violent aura, and suddenly collapsed, and the battlefield quickly turned into a cloud of dust, and the square was in chaos.

Up to this point.

Wu Shanhe took out his housekeeping skills, which is also a real thought of thunder and thunder, and a thought of ghosts and gods!

(End of chapter)