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The Chihong Sect is a well-known killer organization in the East Phoenix Realm. If someone around you suddenly disappears or dies inexplicably, most people will think of the Chihong Sect.

The previous three days of competition did not involve fighting, so Mu Yang was about to ignore this frightening organization.

In Mu Yang's cognition, assassins generally do things without leaving a name. When performing tasks, they have to kill them if they see their appearance.

How could anyone like this cultivating profession directly blew themselves up.

Seeing Mu Yang’s doubts, Xiuye ​​explained, “Don’t think too much, murder is not allowed here, and you are not my goal of performing the task. When we don’t kill people, we are like you, without so many taboos.”

After all, but Mu Yang still felt very strange, he was talking to a killer like this for the first time.

Facing this very strange profession, Mu Yang inevitably aroused a hint of curiosity, "Well, you don't seem to be very young, twenty? You have been a killer at such a young age? How many people have you killed? "

"It doesn't matter to you, right?"

"No, I'm just curious."

Xiuye ​​calmly stretched out his right hand, the corner of his mouth raised, and confidently said to Mu Yang in the following command tone: "Oh, hand over the points."

"That won't work, goodbye."

Mu Yang is not stupid, just want me to hand over points after a few words? Really consider me your father?

The ninth level of the Spiritual Vessel Realm was three levels higher than Mu Yang. In the case of fighting alone, Mu Yang couldn't take him with complete confidence.

Even if you can win, you must pay some price.

But, can't you not afford to hide?

Mu Yang has a profound martial skill and a **** wind step, so in terms of speed, isn't it okay?

Before Xiuye ​​could react, Mu Yang had already turned into a gust of wind and fled with the Longyang sword.

Seeing Mu Yang running away, Xiuye ​​smiled coldly: "In front of a killer, do you still want to run?"

Whoosh!

He left the place instantly, as if turned into a ghost in the forest, following Mu Yang's pace.

Mu Yang ran all the way down, constantly changing directions, but what made Mu Yang a headache was that this guy was chasing him so hard that he couldn't get rid of it.

In terms of speed, Mu Yang was indeed better, but Xiu Ye followed and fired some hidden weapons from time to time, causing Mu Yang to be forced to slow down frequently, and the distance between the two became shorter and shorter.

"No, should I use a small motorcycle again? I feel distressed."

If he didn't figure out a way as soon as possible, Mu Yang would have to use a small motorcycle to escape again.

But, then blood loss.

Running, Mu Yang didn't even notice, he had already reached the foot of the mountain.

Here is a plain again. It's all right now. There is no bunker, and the vision is clearer. No matter how you move, you can't hide from Xiuye's sight.

"Don't run, you can't run, I won't kill you, just send out the points obediently. Then you can relax and I can relax."

Xiuye ​​also followed behind to stimulate Mu Yang from time to time, as if he had already played Mu Yang between his palms.

This made Mu Yang a little uncomfortable. He was just too lazy to fight him. He really thought that Mu Yang was afraid that he would not succeed?

It just so happened that just as Mu Yang ran to the plain, a strong wind blew in front of him. The wind was blowing in the ice and snow, and it was blowing like a knife on his face.

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that the opportunity is here.

In such an environment, Xiuye ​​cannot keep warm without a warm baby, and its combat effectiveness will inevitably drop a lot, making it difficult to exert all its strength.

And this became Muyang's opportunity!

Suddenly, Mu Yang quickly turned around, waved his hand to chop out a sword gas, and the sword gas swept across and opened a deep ravine in the snow.

Xiuye ​​didn't expect that Mu Yang would have the courage to fight back. He hurriedly dodged sideways, staggering under his feet into the snow, and all the snow got into his clothes.

"Damn it!" He thought that Mu Yang would take this opportunity to speed up to escape, but what he didn't expect was that Mu Yang rushed towards him. The decisive expression in his eyes was completely to compete with him. what!

"Huh? Are you crazy? Are you looking for death?"

He no longer remembers how long he has not been provoked by the sixth-level Lingwu practitioner of the Spiritual Vessel Realm. Is this clearly seen, or has he figured it out?

Xiuye ​​stood up with a few more darts in his hand.

But his hands, which were already red from the cold, looked a little stiff. Let Xiuye ​​have to explode spiritual power all over his body to maintain his own temperature.

"Ok?"

What makes Xiuye ​​even more strange is that Mu Yang actually took out a speaker and hung it around his waist. He remembered that in the previous game, Mu Yang used this thing to amplify his voice, which was very noisy, but what did he do at this time? ?

In the next moment, he knew that Mu Yang's exclusive music reverberated in the wilderness again, and Xiuye ​​only felt the eardrum swelling and pain, as if he had been stabbed by something, and the music made him particularly irritable, and his mind was already confused.

"You calm down!" Feeling Mu Yang's provocation again, he has polished his patience~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After playing with Mu Yang for so long, he intends to use his own means, which is full of nonsense. Boy, it's time to teach some lessons.

At this time, Mu Yang's condition had been improved to his best, and he was smashing with the spirit sword!

Retreat two steps and throw the darts at the same time, but maybe because the temperature of the hands has not recovered, the darts are all weak.

"Damn, the hand didn't recover, and the accuracy was reduced." This situation was also unexpected. After all, he hasn't even touched anyone from entering the battlefield until now, let alone having combat experience.

And Mu Yang had gone through several fierce battles in a row, and he could calculate how much the opponent's combat power would be weakened even under what kind of environment.

For example, now, with the blessing of multi-functional audio and baby warming and Xuan-level martial skills, Mu Yang has enough combat power to match the eighth level of the Spiritual Vessel Realm.

Since Xiuye ​​has no protection against the cold, he has to allocate a part of his strength to keep out the cold. In addition, the body's functions are affected. The strength that can really be exerted is also comparable to Muyang. Under Muyang's calculation, this will be the time Evenly matched battle!

Mu Yang used the Dragon Burial God to clear the way, forcing Xiuye ​​to retreat!

In several battles, Mu Yang's swordsmanship was gradually improving. The swordsmanship was not superb, and the angle was extremely tricky, leaving several wounds on Xiuye's body!

"You're done, I wanted to make you easier, but unfortunately, you annoyed me..."

Before she finished her ruthless talk, she was kicked by Mu Yang in her chest and flew out, "Can you be forced to fight, so much nonsense!"

"Good! Good! You won't be arrogant soon!"

Xiuye ​​reached into the storage bag with his right hand and took out his spiritual weapon from it!