"call out."

Che Han's palm sword attacked from behind. This was Mr. Jing's attack. This man was covered in the cultivation of the Frost Law, and even his words were cold. Moreover, he did not use weapons. He was practicing the Xuanbing Art and could kill his opponent with bare hands.

Lin Muyu suddenly turned sideways to avoid it, and saw a wisp of frost flying over his nose, falling into the rock beside him with a "bang", making a hole, and quickly condensed frost on the rock. This old man's cultivation level should not be underestimated.

...

"when."

Lin Muyu pulled out the Dragon Spirit Sword, swayed his wrist and slashed out a sword energy. He continued to run forward while Old Jing danced his palms to resolve the situation. This place was still very close to the camp, so he had to lead Old Jing to a farther place to clean up, otherwise it would cause him unnecessary trouble.

"Are you scared?"

Old Jing laughed wildly, his fighting spirit spread all over his body, a black mad beast spirit entrenched on his shoulders, his feet chasing Lin Muyu with both feet, laughing loudly: "What an emperor's adopted son, he is just a dog. From now on, the emperor will have no adopted son."

Lin Muyu stopped suddenly and turned around and another sword, but only used 70% of the force to slash Old Jing several steps, but he also stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, which made him look like he was unable to do so. He must have good acting skills when he came out to make a living, otherwise he would die very early. Lin Muyu gently hit a pine tree, and his body bounced back a little, with a "unwilling" look on his face, and said, "You... If you kill me here, someone will definitely find out that when the father will destroy the entire Qihai City and avenge me."

"Hahaha, ridiculous..."

Old Jing's face was full of contempt, and he slapped him again, shouting angrily: "What are you? You also want the Emperor to take his anger on Qihai City, go dreaming."

However, Mr. Jing's heart was also cold. He knew that Lin Muyu must be killed today, otherwise the matter would be exposed. Neither Emperor nor Tang Lan would be able to bear such a great responsibility.

Old Master Jing's palm was as fast as a palm, causing the armor of Dou Qi around Lin Muyu to scatter again and again, and even a trace of blood had already oozed out of the corner of Lin Muyu's mouth.

But he kept running, retreating, and ran nearly ten miles away from the camp of Qihai City. Even Yingzhao Mountain was just a small hill under the moonlight. At this moment, Lin Muyu suddenly turned around, and his temperament seemed to have changed in an instant. The fighting spirit suddenly increased to the peak realm. His palm gently swayed, and the golden gourd martial soul penetrated his body. The black tortoise shell and the dragon scale wall blessed one after another, and he slapped it out with a palm facing Jing Lao Haoran.

"Bang."

Lin Muyu did not lose any disadvantage in this blow, and Old Jing's palm fell on the gourd wall and made light splash. However, the countershock power sent back from the gourd wall made Old Jing's arms numb, and he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart. Could it be that this kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

"Take out your true skills, otherwise you will die very quickly." Lin Muyu smiled slightly, and the dragon spirit sword in his hand made a joyful sound of sword soul, and at the same time, the seven-star mysterious power surged into the sword body.

Old Jing trembled all over, his whole face seemed to be twisted, and he said, "Boy, you bastard."

As he said that, Old Jing's face became even more distorted. He actually stretched out sharp corners on his shoulders, piercing his body, carrying blood, and a sharp corner appeared on his head. His whole body was filled with fighting spirit and his muscles also rose. At this moment, Old Jing was not like a human, but rather like an evil ghost.

"What," Lin Muyu said lightly.

Old Jing looked mocking: "I don't understand the fusion state of beast martial souls... I followed Mr. Lan to fight south and north, and made many military achievements. No one on this continent knows the name of Sima Jing. You ignorant person, go to hell."

As he said that, Old Jing suddenly hit his palm, and a fierce tiger appeared in his palm, and he roared angrily: "The tiger goes down the mountain."

The fighting spirit is surging, and this attack is not simple. Obviously, Mr. Jing greatly improves his cultivation by combining it with the martial soul. The power of this attack is no less than that of the third level of the Heavenly Realm.

Lin Muyu secretly used his strength, and the seven stars' mysterious power rushed into the long sword wildly. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with his hands and blew it forward. It was the thunder and storm that the people were in chaos.

"Bang."

The fire and frost soared into the sky, and the surroundings were like daylight. Under the strong light, Jing Lao's cheeks, which were neither human nor beast, looked even more ferocious.

"Puff..." Lin Muyu vomited blood and took a few steps back, and finally had a lower strength.

However, Mr. Jing was not much better, his arms were a little numb, and his chaotic mysterious power was very powerful and domineering. Even if he couldn't hurt him, he would not feel too good.

"Good boy, it's a bit serious."

Old Jing grinned and smiled fiercely, his palms spread out, and frost lingered on his arms as if he had spirituality. He laughed wildly, "Forcing me to unite man and beast, now this is your end, be prepared to die."

Lin Muyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, couldn't help but smile, holding the long sword again with both hands, the golden gourd's martial soul lingered around, the wind danced wildly, making his cloak fly up, and his whole body was as majestic as a general who came down to earth, majestic and terrifying. This time he jumped directly over the second and third stars, the power of his spiritual soul has been greatly improved with his cultivation, and he can control the power of the fourth stars. The true dragon's Yuanhuo continued to pour into the long sword from his arms, and the mysterious power of the four stars' ghosts and gods crying also appeared on the sword body.

Old Jing was swaying his fighting spirit, his palms suddenly closed together, his body rushed over with speed increasing, and shouted: "Die, ice will come to the world."

Lin Muyu slashed out with a sword without saying a word, and the four stars of the real dragon, Yuanhuo, ghosts and gods cried.

The space seemed to have been distorted by the Seven Stars' mysterious power. This small space became Lin Muyu's realm under the force field of the Four Stars' ghosts and gods crying, and the power of this move was naturally greatly improved.

"boom."

Ice and fire collided with great momentum. The waves of flames and frost strangled together, shattering the surrounding jungle, and shattered the gravel on the ground rolled out around.

“Woo…”

Old Jing screamed, and the opponent's mysterious power continued. After consuming the attack of the ice coming to the world, he still had the strength to counterattack, which directly made Old Jing retreat with blood splattered in his arms and was injured.

...

"Beast, how could you defeat me?"

Old Jing roared angrily, more like a ferocious beast, suddenly covered his palms on the ground, and the ground suddenly trembled, and the surrounding frost elements rushed towards Old Jing's body.

Is this to rely on the power of the frost of the earth?

Lin Muyu was slightly stunned, but naturally there was a way to deal with it. He raised his hand and returned the sword to sheath and suddenly placed his left arm in front of his chest. This arm, reshaped by the divine power of the Xuanling Ruler, not only contained mysterious power, but also the power of the Haoran True Dragon. Under the power of Lin Muyu's valley, the entire arm was lingering with fire, and a golden true dragon lingered around his arm. At the same time, it suddenly became the mysterious power of the three stars. Suddenly, there seemed to be a faint power of sentient beings surging towards Lin Muyu. Whether it was a spiritual beast, a tree or a strange stone with spiritual power, every part of his power could be used by him. This power with the help of nature was far from comparable to that of Mr. Jing.

Old Jing looked up and saw Lin Muyu standing there, with dragon energy lingering on his left arm. In an instant, his whole body trembled. He lowered his head and suddenly burst into tears in his eyes: "Duke Lan, I, Sima Jing, can no longer follow you to fight in the north and north. I wish you peace and no worries for the rest of your life."

"roar."

Old Jing rushed over suddenly, with a roar that was not like human words in his mouth. He opened his five fingers and endless chills surged out of his palm. This was the murderous intent of his move.

Lin Muyu looked up and suddenly exerted force under her feet, and her left arm blasted out like the mysterious power of Haoran's flames.

"Bang."

The earth-shaking attack collided with each other, and even the two people collided quickly and condensed into a flame. The frost air shield was swirling rapidly. The next moment, Old Jing let out a "ah" howl, and the blood of his arms burst, blood splashed, and it was terrible, and his arms were instantly destroyed.

"Give you some pleasure."

Lin Muyu still had the strength to lift his sword and leaped it in front of him. The sword light directly cut off his neck.

Old Jing opened his eyes widened and roared, "I have the protection of the battle armor. With your broken copper and iron, you will be here soon. Just wait for death, Lin Muyu."

However, Lin Muyu didn't say a word, and the sword began to fall quickly. With a "bang", the Dragon Spirit Sword could not slash the battle armor with one blow, and was directly blocked by the air armor, but the light flashed down, and the attack of the split light slash penetrated the battle armor and landed directly on Old Jing's neck, passing through the body, and slashed a huge rock behind it into two sections.

"quack……"

Old Jing let out a beast-like howl and scream in his throat. The next moment, blood splashed out, and the whole head fell from his neck.

Lin Muyu watched the other party fall down indifferently, quickly walked forward, reached out to find a small space bag between Old Jing's waist, and didn't have time to check if there was anything. After stuffing it into his arms, he returned to the sword and returned to the sheath, jumped out more than ten meters, and disappeared in the cold jungle in a blink of an eye. The night wind was cold, but only Old Jing's body was lying there, quickly cold, and even the blood stains sprinkled on the rocks quickly condensed into ice.

Success, defeat, and defeat, this is the law of this world. Mr. Jing and Lin Muyu both knew that since everyone had already shown up here, one of them must die. Although Lin Muyu was kind, he was not cowardly. If anyone wanted to kill him, he would take the lead in defeating his opponent without hesitation. The young boss of the dignified Longsheng Group is not a good person. Once he becomes ruthless, he is afraid that any of his opponents will tremble all over, otherwise Lin Muyu would not be able to sit on the throne of the God of Martial God.

In the cold night, the falling stars are walking rapidly in the jungle.

"Aowu..."

In the different space, Xiaolong's cry came, as if he was acting coquettish. Lin Muyu ignored it. Her face was not more of the joy of defeating Mr. Jing, but her concern for Tang Xiaoxi not knowing where she was. Under the moonlight, his figure seemed alone and alone.
Chapter completed!