Mythical Family: My family is 100 million points strong

Mu Yaner frantically activated her spiritual power, sending all the spiritual power in her body into the shadow behind her.

The phantom became more solid, and continued to raise his right hand, slowly pointing towards Lin Beixuan.

"kill!"

"go with!"

Lin Beixuan also activated the strange fire and flew towards Mu Yan'er.

This blow seemed to have consumed all his strength, and Lin Beixuan stood there panting.

next second.

Invisible force falls.

Click.

Lin Bei

On the other hand, Mu Yaner.

She froze on the spot, and the shadow behind her lost the support of her spiritual power and slowly dissipated.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

A trace of blood flowed down her forehead.

Only then did everyone notice that a small hole appeared between Mu Yan'er's eyebrows.

It was from this wound that the blood flowed.

thump!

Mu Yan'er fell heavily to the ground, her breath slowly dissipating.

Golden Core Nine Layers!

It's gone!

now.

The whole place was silent, and everyone looked directly at the stage, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Others rubbed their eyes, thinking they had seen it wrong.

"If the Lin family wins, will the Great Zhou Dynasty win?"

This sentence was like a fuse, instantly detonating the quiet venue.

Everyone was talking about it: "How is this possible? That Mu Yan'er is at the ninth level of the Golden Core. She is of the Mu family's bloodline, and her strength is unfathomable!"

"This Lin family is definitely not a false name. It can make the Zhou royal family dig three feet into the ground without hiring help. They are indeed awesome!"

"Both of these two people have the ability to fight at a higher level, and they are both geniuses who can stand out from the crowd. What a pity!"

"There is no way, this is the battle of the gods, made of countless bones, only the winner can sit on the throne!"

……

what!

Mu Ninghan looked at his cousin lying in a pool of blood. After being stunned for a few seconds, his eyes were filled with anger.

bass!

A cold light appeared.

The long sword was unsheathed, and Mu Ninghan drew it to kill Lin Beixuan on the stage: "Lin family, pay for my sister's life!"

Just now.

A dark shadow stood in front of him.

"You rat who takes advantage of others' danger, get out of here!"

Lin Hao held a heavy sword in his hand and swept it with the sound of wind and thunder, forcing Mu Ninghan back!

Lin Yue'er jumped onto the stage and took away the seriously injured Lin Beixuan.

"Okay! Very good! Then I will operate on you, and after I kill you, I will kill that bastard to avenge my sister!" Mu Ninghan said in a serious tone, slowly took back the long knife and walked towards the stage.

"Don't worry, I will send you brothers and sisters on the road together!" Lin Hao showed a rare smile, with overwhelming fighting spirit in his eyes.

No opening remarks are needed.

As soon as the two came on stage, they rushed directly towards each other, their swords clashed, and every blow was a killing move.

Dangdang!

The sound of clashing weapons is endless.

The speed of the two was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch them with the naked eye. Only two afterimages and the sparks of violent collision could be seen.

Dozens of tricks passed.

The two people seemed to have a tacit understanding and stepped back, comparing the two opposite corners of the stage.

They are very clear.

If this continues, no one can do anything to anyone!

Only the killing move can determine the outcome!

"Netherworld Eyes!"

Lin Hao shouted coldly, the eyes between his brows slowly moved, and a burst of black mist poured out of it.

see this scene.

Lin Mu was also interested. Even he didn't know what Lin Hao's methods were.

Now that Lin Hao can be seen with all his firepower, he just needs to pack melon seeds.

Compared to last time.

Lin Hao's Netherworld Eyes have been greatly improved, and the aura emanating from his eyes makes people instinctively fear him, as if he is the Tenth Palace of Yama.

"Ghost slave!"

There was a piercing scream.

The black mist began to twist.

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by heavy footsteps.

A burly green-faced evil ghost slowly walked out of the black mist.

He was three meters tall, with chains wrapped around his shoulders.

It wore a mask with a green face and fangs, carried a two-meter-long giant ax on its back, and was dressed in rags, as if an evil spirit had descended!

Roar!

Roar to the sky!

The ghost slave took off the giant ax from his back, held it with his left hand, and grabbed the chain with his right hand and wrapped it around his arm.

The remaining half of the chain was dragging on the ground.

Whoa!

The ghost slave pulled the chain towards Mu Ninghan with such force that there was a harsh roar.

"Frost Slash!"

Muning Han held a long knife in his hand, and slashed out with an icy blue blade, mixed with a bone-chilling chill.

The sword light collided with the chain, instantly freezing the chain into ice!

boom!

The ghost slave was truly a fighting machine. Without even a moment's pause, he raised his giant ax with his left hand and struck at Mu Ninghan.

He grabbed the chain with his right hand and shattered the ice.