Hidden God·Dawn

The sword light is like a curtain, like countless fans unfolding layer upon layer among thousands of whistling silk threads, protecting the young man's figure from the wind and rain.

However, those seemingly thin lines possess astonishing strength. When they are lased on the light curtain, they suddenly turn in the air, and shoot again from another direction at a faster speed and stronger force, almost penetrating and without gaps. Do not invade!

The sharp silk thread accidentally flew through the gap of the sword light, tore through the clothes, and a little bit of blood oozes out, and there are a few more slender bloodstains on the handsome face.

The long sword was almost knocked out of his hand several times, Mu Qing's face turned blue, and he was angry and anxious, startled and angry.

Although he was in a state of embarrassment, he didn't hurt a vital point after all, but the silk thread attack became more and more fierce. With the extreme exhaustion of his physical strength, he gradually felt strenuous, and the movements in his hands began to slow down involuntarily.

However, in a moment of slack, a sharp cold light pierced through the young man's shoulder with a sharp howl!

Mu Qing snorted in pain, struck out like lightning, and cut off the silk thread with a sword.

His feet softened slightly, and he almost couldn't stand still, but the silk thread wrapped in layers stopped for a moment, and the fire-like brilliance disappeared instantly, and before he could react, it suddenly scattered and flew in all directions.

In the ear-piercing whistling sound, the dots are dense and dense, and at a certain distance, they fly away and spread like thousands of stars returning to the sky in the morning.

But his heart suddenly jumped!

Yes, he saw it, those invisible things glowed with faint light again, blood-like light!

In an instant, the slender and sharp blood criss-crossed all over the sky, and they were delivered at a speed invisible to the human eye!

Mu Qing endured the pain in her shoulders, retreated sharply, and the light of the sword in her hand was like mercury splashing on the ground, protecting her whole body, pointing her toes, jumping and dodging in the gaps between the silk threads like the dense wind and rain, struggling to shuttle through the fiercely changing in the blood web.

The silk thread all over the sky is like a fiercely burning hellfire, reflecting the dark forest into a strange blood color, cutting off countless branches and leaves in an instant, like blood teeth tearing everything, and the aroused wind is like a sharp Crushed ice passed through his body.

The young man danced his sword in the air, trying his best to dance the sword posture as fast as possible, as if he was flying through the red electricity all over the sky, if he was a little slower, he would be burned to ashes.

His physical strength dropped drastically, and his true energy was rapidly consumed. As time went by, Mu Qing felt as if his chest was crushed to death. It became extremely heavy, and almost exhausted all its strength with each swing.

The red thread was like a crack in purgatory in the darkness, revealing a raging fire and rushing towards it, the burning blood covered everything above the head.

"Cut off that main thread..." At the moment when the sky was covered with blood and fire, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded, ethereal and invisible, but it seemed to come from a distance, condensed but not scattered, broken Open heavy red straight through the brain.

"The main line? Where is it?" His heart shook, his eyes frantically scanned and searched among the burning red blood, but he didn't find anything unusual.

One after another, the red swords swirled towards him, and the strong wind blew up like a blade cutting flesh, but he was slightly distracted, and suddenly there were two hissing whistles, and two silk threads avoided the sword light and pierced towards the chest.

"Come on, the upper left corner of the rear, don't worry about other wires!" The voice sounded almost at the same time, but this time it was hasty and sharp, with a hint of dignity.

In times of crisis, Mu Qing was unable to think about any problems, just like a drowning person struggling, and this sentence was a life-saving straw that appeared suddenly, and he almost instinctively followed it.

The sword pointed back, and at that moment, true energy surged through the shin veins all over the body, quickly gathered in the palm of the hand and then entered through the hilt of the sword, stirring up layers of sword energy to chop across the air.

Obviously nothing was cut, but the long sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the piercing clashing sound exploded, like metal and iron clattering, deafening.

The whistling blood line in the air suddenly froze, and time seemed to stand still for a moment, followed by a sudden attack of counter-vibration force, the long sword flew out of his hand suddenly, Mu Qing's whole body vibrated, and he took a few steps back to stabilize Holding his figure, the silk threads around him seemed to suddenly lose control, slowly falling down, but turning into ashes as if burning before reaching the ground.

Mu Qing was dripping with cold sweat, kneeling down on one knee, resting his hands on the ground, gasping for breath.

The hair on the temples was messy and sticking to the blood-stained cheeks, and the dark blue gown had been torn several times, making him look in a state of embarrassment.

After a while, he stood up slowly, didn't even bother to move his fingers, and walked towards his sword weakly as if he was dead but not buried, his face was full of tiredness.

The long sword was inserted into the tree trunk almost without a hilt, the young man raised his hand and pulled it out, but it didn't come out!

Mu Qing frowned with a depressed expression, then gathered strength with his right hand and pulled it out suddenly, but he still didn't pull it out.

His eyes widened involuntarily, the young man was really angry now, he raised his foot and stomped on the tree trunk hard, holding the sword hilt with both hands and exerting force suddenly, almost using all his strength.

Then, he fell to the ground with his sword!It fell all over the place!

"Oh! My ass!" whispered in pain, Mu Qing held the sword in one hand and rubbed his buttocks with the other for a long time before standing up.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly retracted his hands rubbing his buttocks, straightened his messy long hair, cleared his throat, looked around and said loudly: "Hey! That..."

However, as soon as the words came out, he didn't know how to address the other party, so the young man raised his head and thought for a while, and then said a title that he thought was universally applicable: "Hero, where are you?"

In the empty forest, except for the slight sound of broken branches being trampled under the feet, and the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind, there is no other sound, and the silence is a little scary.

"Heroes? Heroes?..." Mu Qing held the long sword tightly in his right hand, while secretly adjusting his inner breath, he searched around vigilantly, only to find that there were only trees and grass, and everything but vines, a dark black .

"Go forward a hundred feet and turn right!" The short words are as light as sleepwalking, or whispering in the ear, but they are clearly transmitted to the ear, weak and cold.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly forward, with a look of guard on his face.

The cold forest wind wafted from the darkness ahead with a bit of fishy smell, and when it blew past the ears, it seemed that there was a strange music sounding, like a demon in the dark night playing in the hair.

The body tensed up involuntarily, yes, there is a monster!Strong evil spirit!

The distance of a hundred feet is not long, but he walked for a long time. Slowly, on the land in front of him, the white sword light reflected a flowing crimson streak. The young man was startled, and immediately stopped, and then turned around very slowly. Stiff neck, looked to the right, but suddenly froze.

It was a giant tree as thick as three people hugging each other. It grew in a deep pool without leaves. The thick rhizomes intertwined and coiled all the way from the deep red pool, like several giant mangs winding and standing.

And there was a person buried on the top of the giant tree!

There were no trees within three zhang around, and finally a small sky appeared above the head, with a full moon hanging in the middle.

However, the sky is gloomy purple-black, and the moon is scarlet blood!

With the faint skylight, one can see that the man hangs his head silently, with little vitality. The body below the waist is surrounded by countless branches split from the end of the thick rhizome, as if it has assimilated with the tree and merged into one.

They seem to be alive, intertwined with each other, constantly bending and extending, climbing and wrapping around the person's body, each piercing into the flesh and blood.

"Shit! He's still alive!" He gasped, and he was so shocked that he could barely speak at such a shocking scene.

However, seeing the soaring demon energy surging around the giant tree, roaring like a raging tide, like a demon eager to drink blood, ready to choose someone to devour at any time, Mu Qing cringed a little.

He knew that the person who helped him out of trouble was to save him himself!

But he also knows that even when he is full of energy, he may not be the opponent of the monster in the pool, let alone just after a fierce battle!

But...wouldn't it be too unkind not to save?

He was in the midst of a battle between heaven and man, and suddenly there was a slight wave in the pool, and in an instant, red waves surged, and several long black shadows shot up into the sky, instantly covering the blood moon in the sky, and suddenly changed direction, like a poisonous snake, towards Mu. Qing rushed over, with a fierce and fierce aura.

"Damn it! You forced this!" The stench engulfed the Chishui and roared like wind, sea and rain. Mu Qingxin lowered her eyes, raised her breath, stepped out with her right foot, and immediately flew into the air. Standing vertically, it is as light as a leopard.

The moment the figure stood up, strange changes took place at the ends of the black shadows. Mu Qing clearly saw that bloodstains appeared at the ends of the black shadows, and then rapidly expanded, spreading!

Those mouths were full of blood, like groups of artillery fire following his figure and bombarding all the way down.

The smoke and dust rose violently, covering a radius of several feet. Mu Qing's movements were swift, and his movements and jumps were nimble and neat.

However, as the wind howled, those black shadows nearly brushed their sides and hit the ground several times, and several deep pits exploded on the ground.Dust rose high.

It bounces up immediately after a single blow, as if it is alive, it follows like a shadow, it is difficult to get rid of!

Turning his gaze to the side, he caught a glimpse of the branch on the top of the tree almost reaching the man's heart, the young man couldn't help but frown, and when he jumped up again, he let out a soft cry, his inner breath gushed out, and the torn gown was immediately blown away. The sword energy was raised, and at the same time, the right arm was stretched out, and the white sword light suddenly flourished, illuminating the dark forest like daytime.

However, in an instant, the light merged in an instant, and thousands of lightsabers came into being, and as the sword was drawn, they all shot through the air at the black shadow that was chasing behind.

There was an aggressive sound, and the thick and long black shadows seemed to be bags filled with blood. The crimson liquid gushed out from the wound, splashed all over the air, and instantly covered a large area of ​​land.

Amidst the ear-piercing strange hissing sound, the black shadows broke apart one after another, fell to the ground, struggled and twisted, and the part connected to the pool water quickly sank into the pool.