The people of the Demon Sect are naturally weird, and as the leader of the Demon Sect, he is even more proficient in this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Liangsheng glanced at those phantoms and shouted to them: "Nangong Qingtian, you don't pretend to be a ghost here, if you have the ability, just let the horse come, how can I Mu Liangsheng be afraid of you!"

"Mu Liangsheng is really Mu Liangsheng, you are in the company of these rats in the audience, it is really a loss of your prestige!" Nangong Qingtian's phantoms said in unison.

"Haha! Providence has the right way, I Mu Liangsheng can eliminate demons for the rivers and lakes, and die without regrets!" Mu Liangsheng looked up.

Since you have the intention to kill yourself and become a Buddha, then the old decay will fulfill you!"

At this time, Nangong Qingtian's voice was extremely cold, which made people feel chills down their spines after listening to it.

The words have already been said to this point, Mu Liangsheng drank the blood sword, and glanced around coldly, with a static brake.

"Phantom clone!"

The surrounding phantoms shouted in unison, and instantly flew towards Mu Liangsheng.

Mu Liangsheng concentrated his energy, the blood-drinking sword waved the wind, the dark red sword body, faintly wrapped in a layer of faint light, I don't know if it was due to weakness, or because of the day, it was very rare compared to the vortex sword.

Maybe it's because the Blood Drinking Sword belongs to the list of heavy swords, and it is not as light and agile as the Vortex Huang Sword, and the Xuan Qi that is scattered is scattered on the Blood Drinking Sword.

In a few moments, the phantoms of Nangong Qingtian came one after another, and the waving blue palm shadows rushed towards him in unison, and this time the phantoms that rushed were no longer the phantoms of the front and back attacks, nor the left and right attacks, but the four sides attacked.

This made Mu Liangsheng, who was holding a sword in both hands, raise his eyebrows, turn the sword body, and walk with him.

"Huh!"

The blue palm prints swept like a violent wind, and like arrows piercing the armor, the fierce and strong brute force, like lightning and thunder, resounded in the sky.

Mu Liangsheng swung his sword and slashed, and the fierce sword qi, accompanied by the domineering sword wind, slashed through the blue flame palm knife again and again.

"Bang!"

Two phantoms slashed, and two phantoms struck with a wave of their palms, and these two phantoms, four pairs of blue palm shadows, completely hit Mu Liangsheng's body in the next instant.

An illusion then broke, and the other was Nangong Qingtian's deity, he saw that he had hit, waved his palms, and took a few steps back.

And Mu Liangsheng received a palm from Nangong Qingtian himself, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body suddenly shook in place.

The blood stains that spurted out were scattered on the bluestone bricks, like the remnants of red petals.

Seeing that this slap was very heavy, everyone in the audience couldn't help but stir, and at this time they became uneasy again.

Nangong Qingtian, who was standing in the distance, looked up and laughed, "Haha...... As I said, next year today will be your death day!"

After saying a word, he urged his palm power again and launched a fierce attack on Mu Liangsheng, because the master made a move, winning or losing was often a thought, and in the face of his own dominance, Nangong Qingtian didn't want to miss such an excellent opportunity.

Mu Liangsheng, who was injured, staggered over, and at this time, he was powerless to lift the blood-drinking heavy sword in his hand.

Seeing Nangong Qingtian coming, Mu Liangsheng was powerless to fight again, and everyone turned gray, and it seemed that they had also seen a tragic ending.

"Don't!" Zhuo Yifan shouted loudly to Nangong Qingtian, who waved his palm.

......

"Hey, go die!" Nangong Qingtian shouted loudly, and slapped his palms towards Mu Liangsheng as if he had all his internal strength.

At the speed of lightning, the blood-drinking sword in Mu Liangsheng's hand, the sword head touched the red petal-like bloodstains, the sword head flashed, and the silver-white lines in the middle of the sword body suddenly rose a touch of red liquid, rising half a finger high, like the red temperature lines on the thermometer.

The blood-drinking sword trembled in Mu Liangsheng's hand, and the blood stains of the bluestone were instantly swallowed up by it.

Then the blood-drinking sword made a "choking" sound, and Mu Liangsheng's pupils flashed red at this time, and the black eyes turned blood-red again.

"Ahh

Mu Liangsheng raised his head and shouted, the blood-drinking sword in his hand instantly swung around, and the red sword body suddenly turned into seven or eight sword shadows, flying away.

"Woohoo!"

Several blood-drinking sword shadows, with a fierce sword aura, touched the phantom of Nangong Qingtian, just like a needle touching a blister, and Nangong Qingtian's palm shadow was instantly pierced.

And Nangong Qingtian's deity is not as fragile as a phantom, his palms touch the sword shadow, and the blue flames around his palms are shattered with the sword shadow, but the person and the palm are still safe.

Nangong Qingtian was stunned, he couldn't believe that this injured Mu Liangsheng could still wield such a domineering sword qi, and he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, but he couldn't defeat an injured person.

Since this situation has arisen, he has made up his mind at this time to destroy Mu Liangsheng, otherwise he will have a strong opponent when he walks on the rivers and lakes, and Mu Liangsheng is likely to ruin his hegemony of unifying the rivers and lakes.

He collected his thoughts, waved his palm again to gather qi, and the flame palm knife instantly emitted a blue light.

"Huh!"

The man's palm took off, and the fierce wind made his robe flutter around, and his hair and beard also fluttered with it.

But Mu Liangsheng shook his head, as if he had lost his mind, and still ignored the rushing Nangong Qingtian.

This made everyone in the audience very puzzled, the enemy is present, but he regards the enemy as nothing.

This made Nangong Qingtian, who was rushing, very angry in his heart, daring to look down on himself like this, and the corners of his angry mouth began to twitch.

The strong wind in both palms has already fanned Mu Liangsheng's hair, and it is about to slap on Mu Liangsheng's head, just at this moment, Mu Liangsheng's blood-red eyes suddenly expanded, and the cumbersome blood-drinking sword in his hand suddenly became smart, and swinging the sword was a round of crazy slashing.

"Bang Bang ......"

Before Nangong Qingtian's fierce blue flame palm slapped on Mu Liangsheng's head, the blood-drinking sword picked up by the other party began to slash at him again and again.

After the two fought each other twice, Mu Liangsheng seemed to have eaten the Great Soul Pill, each time he was more and more fierce, but Nangong Qingtian was the opposite, and the blue palm knife that he extracted again and again was all overcome and scattered by his sword body.

At this time, the offensive posture of the two was completely reversed, Nangong Qingtian was on the defensive, and Mu Liangsheng was constantly attacking.

Nangong Qingtian waved his palms, but Mu Liangsheng wielded a long sword, even if his palms, no matter how fierce they were, they couldn't ignore the sharp weapons in the hands of others, and the other party still had a powerful blood-drinking sword in his hand.

Nangong Qingtian had to admit that he had already experienced fatigue and passivation at this time, but Mu Liangsheng was sharp, so he could only block while retreating.

He knew that if he continued to fight hard like this, he would not be able to do so for a few rounds, and he was afraid that his internal strength would be exhausted, which would be very dangerous. (To be continued.) )