Chapter 152

The scenery in front of him was constantly changing. When Su Moyu reflected it, he had come to a completely strange place.

Looking up, there are blue sky, white clouds and a less dazzling sun.

Under this sky, there is an endless sea of green grass.

"Is this an array? Is this too realistic?" Su Moyu couldn't help exclaiming.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the half man tall grass was bent. A dazzling light suddenly attracted Su Moyu's attention.

That's the sunlight reflected by the metal.

Su Moyu's eyes narrowed slightly and knew that there should be an ambush there.

So he clenched his sword and approached it carefully.

Ten feet, eight feet, five feet!

In the twinkling of an eye, the distance between the two people has been within three feet, but the other party still has no sign of showing up.

"Come out, it's boring to hide like this." Su Moyu whispered.

But there was a silence in reply.

"If you don't come out again, I'll do it first!" Su Moyu began to frown.

But the other party still didn't respond.

At this moment, Su Moyu was finally a little angry.

When the Styx sword was swept, the grass crumbs flew around, revealing the man in ambush.

It was a dead man, a dead man with a very sad face.

From the face to the body, and then to the limbs, there is no place that is intact.

This wound looks familiar!

At this time, Su Moyu was alarmed and jumped out of place.

Just where he had just stood, a whole piece of land was pressed down more than three feet by an overwhelming pressure.

At the same time, in mid air, a man slowly fell down.

It's the "corpse" in the devil's way.

Seeing that it was him, Su Moyu couldn't help taking a breath and directly launched the spirit sword formula without saying a word.

The "corpse" raised his right hand, and the bandage on his hand dispersed in a moment, revealing a dark finger and pointing in the direction of Su Moyu.

For a moment, the sound of tiny beeps sounded, and countless invisible gas needles pressed against Su Moyu.

The ghost King stepped up, and in an instant, there were many shadows of Su Moyu in all directions.

But the "dried corpse" did not seem to be affected by it, pointing to Su Moyu's real body.

The Ming River sword, which has entered the Ninth level of lingpin, is blocked by the left branch and the right branch. Su Moyu can easily untie the opponent's attack.

After pointing seven fingers at Su Moyu, the "corpse" stopped, looked at Su Moyu coldly and said, "are you the younger generation of Xiaoyu? It's good to have such accomplishments at a young age."

Su Moyu fell to the ground and stepped back a few steps before he stood still.

"Well... There seems to be no deep hatred between us?" Su Moyu still didn't dare to relax when he spoke.

After hearing Su Moyu's question, "the mummy" slowly put down his hand and said, "boy, I ask you, where is the sickle ghost?"

Hearing the name of the sickle ghost, Su Moyu was surprised, but he pretended to be calm and said, "what ghost? I haven't heard of it."

After a moment of silence, "Mummy" said coldly, "you're lying. Seeing your eyes twinkle, you know you must have seen the sickle ghost. Tell me, what's wrong with him now? Is he dead or alive?"

Su Moyu was more and more frightened. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him not only had exquisite cultivation, but also had such a careful mind.

"Dead!" Su Moyu said, gritting his teeth.

"That's true." the corpse nodded faintly and said, "when you meet a great master returning to the yuan territory, the sickle ghost is naturally not an opponent, and it's reasonable to die."

Seeing that the other party misunderstood uncle Yan about the death of sickle ghost, Su Moyu didn't explain.

At this time, the "corpse" looked up at Su Moyu and said, "normally, you are the younger generation of Xiaoyu. I should have saved your life, but this time I was entrusted to kill several of you, so I can't keep my hand. Let's hurry up. After killing you, I have to go elsewhere to kill your companions."

After these words, "Mummy" leaned forward, stretched out two fingers this time and poked at Su Moyu.

Hearing what he said just now, Su Moyu was slightly cold in his heart.

According to the original plan, the main force to deal with the five people of Tianmo Dao should be uncle Yan.

But now, because of an ruxuan, he separated his line of seven people, completely disrupting their original deployment.

Su Moyu doesn't know the current situation of the others, but it won't be good to think about it.

"I have to hold him, at least buy some time and opportunities for others!" Su Moyu thought. The ghost King stepped up again, his body appeared suddenly, and hit the "corpse".

"Enough courage!" the "corpse" never thought that Su Moyu didn't run. He praised, but his hand was not slow at all.

More than a thousand Qi needles suddenly turned in the air and went straight to Su Moyu's real body without being affected by the ghost King's step.

"Seal!" seeing this, Su Moyu had to stop and the Styx River danced in front of him, which blocked the attack of the Qi needle.

"Not bad, how about I try harder?" said the dried corpse, and the bandage on his right hand fell off, revealing his dark hand full of pinholes.

Seeing the hand of the "corpse", Su Moyu immediately felt a chill.

That hand doesn't look like a human arm.

But just then, a more dense sound came, and a larger number of air needles were shot from the hands of the "corpse".

Su Moyu clenched his teeth and waved the Styx to retreat again and again. At the same time, he stimulated his unskilled body protecting vigorous Qi, but he still hung his color in the rain of the Qi needle.

"No, I can't beat him!" Su Moyu had realized that he was not the opponent of this guy.

Of course, there is a gap in realm and experience.

But the more important reason is the "corpse" skill, which just restrained Su Moyu's skill.

His huge number of Qi needles, the attack area is too large, one attack and one defense, make his ghost King step useless.

Moreover, this Qi needle can't be regarded as a real weapon, and the sword raising skill of spirit sword formula can't help it.

If you continue to fight, sooner or later you will die in the hands of the other party.

"Did you hide? How about I try harder?" "Mummy" laughed twice, and the bandage on his right hand fell off further, revealing a small section of the same ugly and strange forearm.

"You can't fight!" Su Moyu hated secretly. As soon as the Styx River raised, he flew away with his sword.

"Want to escape?" "corpse" sneered, squatted down seemingly powerless, then jumped up, and caught up with him in an extremely strange posture.

Two people, like two meteors, chase in this grass sea.

Su Moyu's realm is not as good as "corpse". Even now, with the power of spirit sword formula, there is still a gap after forcibly entering the cave.

Therefore, the distance between the two people is getting closer and closer. Maybe they will be completely caught up in a moment.

At this time, not far in front of the two people, a sea of green grass suddenly withered and then dark.

At the same time, a mass of black gas, like a black dragon, rose slowly from the ground.

Opposite the "black dragon", there is a much smaller white dragon sword.

The black and white dragons met in the air, and the victory was divided in a moment.

The white dragon was swallowed up, while the black dragon kept going.

In front of the black dragon, a slightly emaciated figure flashed aside, narrowly avoiding the black dragon's attack.

"Ya'er?" Su Moyu recognized the figure and was overjoyed for a moment.

Ya'er, who dodged in the air, also saw Su Moyu, so he immediately flew over with his sword.