Xia Ji did not answer, and this body made him unable to answer any questions. In fact, the power of this giant's "destroyment of all directions" was very impressive. If it weren't for this range of killing that led to the dispersion of power, his body might be unable to resist it. At that time, he would also use the mythical level of flying immortals to fight against the front, and life and death are destined to be used. The power of the soul must not be used, even if this body is destroyed, it cannot be used. This is his ultimate secret and the cultivation of a chess player.

He doesn't know whether others are shocked or not, and he doesn't care. He does this not to make others think he is powerful, but only fools will show their strength and expose their trump card for this boring vanity.

——I am very strong, but what does it have to do with you?

Meng Mude's sweat beads began to seep out.

At this time, silence is better than sound.

The murderous intent contained in this silence made him concentrate, dare not move around or be distracted.

Because of the disappearance of the military soul giant, the disciples of Kunlun Dao Sect began to counterattack, with wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and talismans everywhere. The elite disciples ate the pills that restored true energy, took the talismans written by the Taoist Children's Sect, and continued to attack.

Although Meng Mulu also brought many powerful people from the Nanman world, no matter how strong he was, he did not reach the level of Wuzong. There were not many disciples in Kunlun Dao Sect. Before, many disciples in the house were killed by Meng Mulu and could not play any role. At this time, they scattered out, searching for those enemies separately, and then confronting each other. In the end, this was the advantage of the local snake. With Meng Mulu's backbone being restrained and the military soul giant was destroyed, the barbarian soldiers were actually defeated.

However, Meng Mulu still dared not move.

He felt that the boy in front of him was like a hunting beast, and he was the target of being hunted.

If a poisonous snake wants to move, it must first stop moving. If a fierce tiger wants to pounce, it will always be in a low state...

The boy remained motionless.

Because he is a poisonous snake and a fierce tiger.

His sword is fangs.

Every thought and a mountain, movement and stillness are life and death. When a master fights, the so-called back and forth are actually fake. Everyone's attack power is already very strong and their power is superb. After the test is finished, you can catch your fatal point and defeat you with one blow.

Meng Mulu was also thinking about the fatal point of this young man.

Although he is a swordsman, his true energy is definitely not weak, otherwise he will not be able to resist his "eight directions of destruction", and he will not be able to resist the air waves he created.

He should have used the legendary sword domain before, so he temporarily changed direction in mid-air.

he...

Since he can fight with himself to such an extent and can withstand the mythical unique skills of "there are all ants under the myth", then... he is also a myth.

There is only one myth of Kunlun Dao Sect, that is, the leader of Kunlun, the nameless old Taoist, and where did this young man come into being.

No, that's not the point.

The point is to...his mythology has not been used yet.

Thinking of this, Meng Mulu wanted to admit defeat.

But he dared not speak, because one still and one move means one's life and one's death. If he opens his mouth, he may die. Then he will fight again. His "destroyment of all directions" is not a problem that spreads to all directions. Before, he could not confirm where his opponent was used in this way. That is the real power and the essence of power.

He no longer cared about the barbarian soldiers he brought, because the one in front of him was the most terrifying enemy he had encountered since he achieved the mythological realm.

In an instant, Meng Mulu had already made a choice.

Chichichichi...

The muscles rolled densely in his body, and the acceleration of blood flow made evaporate sweat radiate in the pores of his skin. However, the next moment, the sweat was completely sealed, and his body began to expand, but was controlled by extremely strong forces. He slowly raised his fist, and his fist began to turn black and became like steel.

Xia Ji shook his hand and pointed his sword at the ground.

The sword is filled with the meaning of mysterious energy.

Meng Mulu seemed to be enduring great pain, which was a sign of excessive consumption. He said in a muffled voice: "You are actually an unknown old Taoist. You are reborn, right?"

Fu Qiuyue, who was always paying attention to the battle situation here in the distance, changed her mind and said loudly: "No! He is not, he is just a disciple of my Kunlun Dao Sect Sword Immortal. He is sixteen years old this year. He has a hindrance, so he can't talk to you."

Every one of these words was like a sharp knife stabbed at Meng Mulu.

It made him feel that he lived with a dog.

Just a disciple?

Sixteen years old this year?

Is there any verbal disorder?

Tell me, right?

He has a high level, so he has never paid attention to the Dragon List and does not know about this Sword Emperor.

After Fu Qiuyue's interruption, Meng Mulu was indeed distracted. Her strength was slowed down for a while. This subtle change...

Fu Qiuyue felt happy.

Meng Mulu suddenly woke up, but was shocked.

But the boy opposite calmly raised his sword, and he did not take the opportunity to take action.

Fu Qiuyue:...

Meng Mulu:...

The moonlight has reached its end. In the gray world, the boy looked at him and seemed to ask again, "Are you ready?"

——Are you ready to accept death?

Meng Mulu understood.

He made a decision and had a solution in his heart.

His aura had already brewed to the peak. Suddenly, with a loud shout like a giant beast, the black phantom of the giant elephant actually rushed out of his body. The giant elephant was more than ten feet high and rushed forward. This was the essence of power, which could only be possessed after pure power reached a certain level.

The reason for the formation is that power is driven to the level of the primordial spirit, so once it is used, it can shake people's hearts and make the surrounding environment become the aspect of the primordial spirit, which is very different from the original aspect of the primordial spirit. The original aspect of the primordial spirit is one's own primordial spirit, but the phantom of this kind of power is the matter that changes the space through its power, which is considered a projection, a traction, and a display of the super-power level.

In short, this is the law of the world, and it has the same effect as the generation of the military soul giant. Only the military soul giant relies on morale, and the intention of this fist is based on individual power. The mythical level of Huo Ce still needs to seize morale to condense, but this Meng Mulu can exert such terrible power by relying on itself, which is worthy of the mythical level.

As the common saying goes, one person is defeated by one army, but this saying is invalid in the mythological realm. Because one person is one army, one army can gather strength and turn into a giant soul phantom.

The power of this attack made Fu Qiuyue scream in surprise: "Be careful!!"

The other disciples of Kunlun Dao Sect stopped and looked here one after another.

Win or defeat is now.

The seven sons of Kunlun looked here worriedly.

The old Taoist priest is ready to arrange a retreat.

If that young man was defeated... Kunlun Dao Sect would probably have to open the mountain sealing formation and be isolated from inside and outside for 20 years.

Xia Ji raised his sword.

A mysterious meaning suddenly emerged from the sword.

He seemed to be no longer a swordsman in the world, but an emperor in the sword, with his green shirt and sleeves bulging. He took a step forward, and the power around him was driving the space to shake. The intent of the sword spread out. The white-clothed immortal was ten feet tall, holding the sword and leaving the world independent. One sword swelled the city, making people feel that the white-clothed immortal was real, and the young man holding the long sword was fake.

Fu Qiuyue suddenly stood up, and even her cloak slipped down.

Kunlun Qizi looked at him in a daze... This is a scene that has never been seen before in the sect leader.

Everyone showed expectations, even the barbarian soldiers were no exception, this...

This is no longer a contest between ordinary people.

But it's not like a fairy's duel...

It is not the battle between the army and the army’s soul!

This is completely superman! Superman is still human, not immortal. This is the ultimate situation of martial arts, but it cannot be entered again because myths are the limit of martial arts.

Meng Mulu suddenly let out a terrifying roar: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He pressed his hands suddenly, and the giant elephant raised its hooves and stepped heavily on the ground with a pounding posture!!

boom!!!

The black and shattered phantom of the giant elephant directly hit the ground, as if a meteor descended, directly blasting a huge pit that stretched dozens of meters and was more than ten meters deep on the ground. The splash of mud and stones brought about a powerful recoil force, like a rocket propeller, brought out a powerful airflow, rushing Mengmu deer directly, and flew out at a speed of wind, and in an instant it became a flash of light in the moonlight.

Kunlun Taoist priests:...

Barbarian:...

In the surging smoke and dust, the boy retracted his strength. The dust and mud were half a foot away from him, as if they were hit on an invisible air mask, sliding down to all sides. When the dust settled, he stood alone in the ruins of the full moon, and became three people in front of him.

He doesn't chase and no longer shoots his sword.

Because... the person who is an enemy in the open may be a friend in the secret. If you seek death, I will help you, if you run away, I will let you go, that's it.

The whole audience was quiet.

"Scared...scared away?"

"Is this a runaway?"

"Immortal Heavenly Lord."

Barbarian soldiers:(⊙?⊙)!!

The next moment, the barbarians all realized their myth. The invincible Mulu King had already run away. They suddenly let out a strange cry and turned around and ran away like flying. The young Taoist priests were excited and followed behind and chased them relentlessly, but they were called back soon. Don’t chase the enemy, and they will never stop killing them.

The Seven Sons of Kunlun and the Second Generation of Fu Qiuyue and other disciples looked at each other and smiled, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the top of the mountain.

Bai Shuiyun was still holding her sister's hand and running desperately.
To be continued...