Primordial God

Between the heavy sand dunes, Mubai and Mo Shuiyi were fighting, one using a folding fan to secretly emit a shocking hidden weapon, and the other using the Mohai Clan's Treasure Technique to roll up several salons.

The two fought fiercely, but it was vaguely visible that Mo Shui was at a disadvantage in the fight because of the poisoned needle.

After the two escaped from the Mohai Clan, they came together inadvertently, and Mo Shuiyi relied on the familiarity with the Yellow Spring Desert, and the two jointly got rid of the two blood spirit royal family members.

But just after getting rid of the blood spirit royal family, Mu Bai suddenly attacked Mo Shuiyi, but fortunately Mo Shuiyi had been on guard early, otherwise Mubai would have already been caught at this moment.

The son was defeated, and the consequences were unimaginable.

"Mo Shuiyi, don't be stubborn, you have been shot by my corpse sect, you will die within three days if there is no antidote, be my corpse slave, hehehe..."

After listening to the words of Mr. Mubai, Mo Shuiyi didn't say a word, but his eyes were even colder, and every salon bombarded away with absolute power!

Seeing the bombardment coming from Sharon, Mr. Mubai slapped his left sleeve with the right, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up and rushed towards Mo Shuiyi.

The wind was fierce, with the sound of breaking the air, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly slammed into the salon, and the spiritual power turned into the wind with a chilling meaning, and directly broke the salon.

Mo Shuiyi gave a soft drink and reached out to grab Mubai's folding fan, but at this moment, Mubai's arm shook, the folding fan flashed coldly, and several poisonous needles shot out.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

Mo Shuiyi cursed and hurriedly dodged, but even though she was not slow and her body was perfect, she was also hit by several poisonous needles.

The poisonous needle also penetrated into the flesh and blood, and the poison entered the body. Mo Shuiyi's breath weakened again, and a purple-black aura appeared on his face.

"Little beauty, be my son's corpse slave."

Seeing that Mo Shuiyi got a few more shots, Mr. Mubai sneered, retracted the folding fan, and jumped up to capture Mo Shuiyi.

Taking a deep sniff, Young Master Mubai's azure and ugly face was full of intoxication, and he said to himself, "This Mo Shuiyi is one of the best beauties in Donghuang, and her talent is not low. She is my son's corpse slave. It couldn't be more appropriate."

"Let go!"

Mo Shuiyi's eyes were full of anger. Seeing that Mr. Mubai grabbed him, he took a sip. He only felt a chill all over his body and tried to break free, but the spiritual power in his body was suppressed by the poisonous needle in his body. I know I can't escape.

"The Mohai clan has been wiped out, and Young Master Mubai is not a good thing. I will never be his corpse slave."

With a ruthless heart, Mo Shuiyi rioted with the spiritual energy in his body and planned to kill himself by exploding his body. Even if he couldn't kill Young Master Mu Bai, at least he could seriously injure him!

The mind has been decided, the spiritual power in the body is madly flowing backwards in the meridians in the body, and the blood torrent is roaring.

At this moment, a golden light was seen lasing from a distance, attracting the attention of Young Master Mu Bai and Mo Shuiyi.

Wang Zifeng fled desperately, and the void-breaking talisman finally lost its effect, turned into ashes, and the golden light dissipated, revealing Wang Zifeng's figure.

Wang Zifeng's face was pale, the blood on his chest was rolling, and his internal organs were constantly damaged by the God of Destruction, and his cultivation base was greatly reduced.

Seeing Mubai's son fighting with Mo Shuiyi on the sand dunes, he was overjoyed and his speed suddenly increased.

"Brother Mu Bai!" Wang Zifeng shouted.

At this moment, Young Master Mubai captured Mo Shuiyi, frowned at Wang Zifeng who fled, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wang Zifeng's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Before he could say anything, Li Mushen was already chasing after him from a distance and stopped a few meters in front of the three of them.

"Li Mushen." Master Mu Bai sneered.

Li Mushen glanced at Mo Shuiyi, who was captured, and said slowly, "Mr. Mubai, I didn't expect the Huangquan Desert to be so small, and we meet again."

"It's really quite small, you might as well surrender, how about being my son's corpse slave?" Mu Bai said with a smile.

Wang Zifeng said: "Li Mushen is now a complete physical body, and his accomplishments in kendo are even more extraordinary. Although he has the cultivation of a five-star martial artist, he can fight against a general. Don't underestimate him!"

Hearing Wang Zifeng's words, Mu Bai's eyes showed surprise.

You must know that Wang Zifeng is a disciple of the East Desolate Immortal Courtyard. His strength is no worse than the two of them. He didn't expect to be injured by Li Mushen, which means that Li Mushen has the strength to fight them!

Young Master Mu Bai frowned, while Mo Shuiyi's eyes lit up and stopped the riot of spiritual power in her body. She thought that she might be able to ask Li Mushen to help and escape from Young Master Mu Bai's hands.

Li Mushen stood upright with a long sword in his hand, calm on the surface, constantly running the collection of martial arts, supplementing the ancient spiritual power that had been consumed a lot, and then said: "Mr. Don't interfere."

Wang Zifeng secretly transmitted his voice to Master Mu Bai and said: "Li Mushen has a strange body, has the power of a thousand cauldrons, and has acquired supernatural powers, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary. Maybe he has obtained a powerful inheritance. You and I work together. Kill him and get everything you get, how about you?"

As a disciple of the East Desolate Immortal Academy, Wang Zifeng was never willing to cooperate with others, but in order to kill Li Mushen, he even sacrificed his dignity to cooperate with Mubai, the corpse sect, even if the opposite Li Mushen was just a A five-star martial artist.

After listening to Wang Zifeng's voice transmission, Young Master Mu Bai thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Seeing Mr. Mubai's agreement, Wang Zifeng was overjoyed and looked at Li Mushen coldly, "Li Mushen, your time of death is here!"

Li Mushen didn't need to guess to know that the two joined forces, but he still didn't know what kind of person Mu Bai was?

Wang Zifeng's cooperation with Mubai's son is like seeking skin with a tiger, and even if he doesn't need to do anything in the end, Wang Zifeng will die at the hands of Mubai's son.

"Wang Zifeng, I hope you don't regret it."

The two generals joined forces to fight against Li Mushen. Even if Li Mushen was physically accomplished, he was not an opponent with extraordinary swordsmanship. He could only focus on Mo Shuiyi, who was captured by Young Master Mubai.

If Mo Shuiyi is rescued, it is not impossible to fight two against two.

The Dragon Execution Sword in Li Mushen's hand shook, and the sword made a sound of dragon roar.

The spiritual blood in Mr. Mubai's body galloped, pinched a handprint, then bit his fingertips, and a drop of spiritual blood spurted out.

His spiritual blood was a blue-black color, and the lasing shot suddenly changed into a vicious poisonous snake in mid-air, opening its fangs and biting away at Li Mushen.

"It's just a little trick of the corpse teaching."

Li Mushen shook his head, leaned forward, and the power of the thousand six hundred cauldrons exploded, only to hear the sound of the sword piercing through, and suddenly pierced the poisonous snake transformed by the spirit blood.

Young Master Mu Bai frowned. He didn't expect that the spirit poison attack transformed by the spirit blood would be easily smashed by Li Mushen.

Wang Zifeng said: "Don't despise him, let's go together, and make a quick decision!"

Li Mushen smiled lightly, stretched out his finger and flicked on the sword, the sword buzzed, and a dragon roar sounded.

Then he shouted: "Come on together, one person is not my opponent!"

At the place where the Dragon Execution Sword trembled, the two of them jumped up before they could attack. Front, back, left and right, they contained the power of 1,600 cauldrons. They stabbed or slashed in an instant, and attacked hundreds of sword moves!

Young Master Mu Bai and Wang Zifeng passively blocked the attack. Under this turbulent sword move, they were in a hurry.

When an extremely ferocious sword attack came, Young Master Mu Bai had to let go of Mo Shuiyi who was holding him before he could retreat.

And Mo Shuiyi moved the moment she was let go by Mr. Mubai. She made a handprint with both hands and slammed into Mr. Mubai's body, directly hurting Mr. Mubai and vomiting blood.

And Mo Shui Yi had already been shot by Mr. Mubai's poisonous needle, and after the handprint was made, his face suddenly turned white, and his beautiful face was full of pain.

When Li Mushen saw that Mo Shuiyi had repelled Young Master Mubai, he slashed at Wang Zifeng.

At this moment, Wang Zifeng's breath is declining. How could he be Li Mushen's opponent? He didn't dare to touch it hard and could only keep avoiding Li Mushen's sword moves.

Li Mushen stepped on Xiaoyao Cong Yunshu, letting Wang Zifeng dodge, and several wounds had been stabbed on his body by the Dragon Execution Sword.

Suddenly, Long Yin roared, and slashed down with a sword.

Wang Zifeng hurriedly tilted his head to dodge, only to feel his scalp tingling and his soul flying three feet, never feeling that death was so close to him.

He hurriedly shouted: "Brother Mubai, Li Mushen will give you to deal with it, and I will fight against that woman."

At this moment, Young Master Mubai was about to capture Mo Shuiyi again, and when he heard Wang Zifeng's cry, he knew that he was not an opponent when he saw the danger, so he abandoned Mo Shuiyi and attacked Li Mushen.

Wang Zifeng's pale face finally relaxed, seeing Mo Shui Yi stepping on two salons and hurriedly stopped him.

Because Mo Shui was poisoned with needles on his body, and Wang Zifeng suffered Li Mushen's extermination finger, the two were very different in strength, and they were inseparable.

The sand and waves in the Yellow Spring Desert in the middle of the night were overwhelming, and the aftermath of the battle destroyed one dune after another.

The four of them fought, their spiritual power leaked out, their sword energy shot out in all directions, and their power was extremely powerful.

"Li Mushen, look at the fan!"

After being hit by Li Mushen's sword in the shoulder, Mu Bai's face was gloomy, and the spiritual power was transmitted into the folding fan, and it shot away suddenly.

At the same time, Young Master Mu Bai already had two corpse teeth on his fingertips, and he took the opportunity to eject it.

Li Mushen flew the folding fan with a sword, and in the dark night, he felt two crises coming, and suddenly stabbed with two swords.

Clang! Clang!

Two sparks splashed, and the two swords directly knocked the two corpse fangs to the ground.

At this time, during the battle between Wang Zifeng and Mo Shuiyi, Mo Shuiyi was corroded by poison needles again, and was slapped by Wang Zifeng's spiritual skill, Cold and Heat, and he let out a painful snort and flew to Li Mushen.

Li Mushen retracted his sword, and with the other hand he embraced Mo Shui, who was flying across.

Mo Shuiyi's figure is indeed very good, and the willow waist is full of hands. When Li Mushen took her in his arms, she was seriously injured and passed out.

Wang Zifeng and Young Master Mu Bai surrounded Li Mushen.

Li Mushen glanced at Mo Shuiyi in his arms, and secretly said that Mo Shuiyi was also a saint child in his previous life, but now he is so vulnerable, he can't help but feel a little disappointed. Think more.

Young Master Mu Bai took out two healing pills from the ring, took one for himself, and threw the other to Wang Zifeng.

Wang Zifeng looked at the medicinal pill, hesitated for a while, and then swallowed it in one mouthful. He only felt a wave of heat in his body dissipating, and the debilitating breath climbed to the peak again, as if his body had inexhaustible power!

The strength of the two can be said to have returned to their peak.

Li Mushen held Mo Shuiyi with one hand, frowning slightly, there was no chance to kill Wang Zifeng, what should I do next?

You can only escape from here under the siege of two generals!