While driving, Mu Qiubei was receiving news from the tenth group of Iron Cavalry: "The Second Head, all major sects are in chaos, and they are surrounding and killing invisible ghosts and gods. Should we help?"

"No need!" Mu Qiubei said coldly: "Those ghosts and gods are not scary. They do not have much ability except to avoid the exploration of warlocks. As long as each faction can make up for the opponent without discrimination, they will never run out. Just be careful to make up for the leaks on the periphery. What news is there?"

The man sent a message: "At present, all sects are in trouble, but Wu Wen is calm all the way."

"Then chase Wu Wen!" Mu Qiubei took out a scimitar from behind and inserted it into the back seat of the motorcycle. The motorcycle also accelerated continuously and rushed straight behind me. The flag behind the car was almost pulled into a flat surface by the motorcycle. From a distance, you can tell that it was the Banjiantang escort team chasing the escort car.

After Mu Qiubei accelerated with all his might, as the locomotive got closer and closer, a string of Mars suddenly appeared under the front wheel of the locomotive.

Mu Qiubei pressed the handlebars with both hands, and the person also soared into the air. He stepped on the void and walked several meters away, landing on the aisle. After the locomotive that had lost control fell to the ground, he took a series of Mars and drew more than ten meters before hitting the roadside guardrail. As the locomotive fire rose, the shadow riders jumped up one after another, divided into two groups inside and outside to surround Mu Qiubei in the middle.

The front row of shadow riders squatted on the ground, raised their crossbows in their hands into the air, and the back row of people stood up, ten Miao knives were unsheathed, and the blade pointed to the ground diagonally, and the sword light shone in the air.

Mu Qiubei said with his hands behind his back: "Come out! Do you dare to destroy my car, but you still dare not see my people?"

Bai Ling responded with a strange laugh: "You are Wu Wen's people? I can't kill Wu Wen now, so I'll vent my anger on you first."

Mu Qiubei sneered: "This happened to be what Wu Wen told me. He said that there is no way to kill you all at once. Let's kill half of them first and exhale them, and he will do it himself."

"I have killed eight of you just now in Xuanwu Villa. I guess the other sects should have killed nearly a hundred of you!"

After Bai Ling's voice breath, he shouted loudly: "Fuck! Just you deserve to be our opponents of the Baiyue Clan?"

Mu Qiubei smiled and said, "What else do you do besides being invisible? You can let your person appear in a single fight with any of us. Within thirty seconds, my subordinates will not take the heads of your Baiyu clan. I, Mu Qiubei, cut off my arm. I, Mu Qiubei, underestimate you, those who are shameless! Do you dare?"

Mu Qiubei's voice fell, and murderous aura burst out in his eyes: "A little direction, fly swallow slash, go!"

The Shadow Rider, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly pulled the crossbows between the crossbows, and three crossbow arrows came out side by side. The cold light on the arrows teared the sky, and the knife hand jumped out from behind. After two sword lights crossed the air, two balls of phosphorus fire instantly exploded in the air.

When a ball of fire that was as tall as the head rolled down to the ground, another ball of headless fire points were still running wildly. The shadow rider who swung his sword to kill the ghost had turned around and returned to his original position, and was still holding a long sword diagonally to guard Mu Qiubei.

Bai Ling sternly said: "Can you see us?"

Mu Qiubei said with a smile: "What you need to care about now is how many people you have died? Don't tell me, as ghosts and gods, you don't even know how many people of your kind have been killed."

Before Bai Ling could make a sound, Mu Qiubei suddenly shouted loudly: "At three o'clock, the geodesic slash, go!"

A knife hand suddenly lowered his body, swept the ground with a long sword in his hand and pushed forward several meters in an instant. The crossbowman took the opportunity to raise the crossbow arrow a few minutes and pulled the spring. As the three sharp arrows roared across the sky, a ball of phosphorus fire also exploded in the air.

Another daytime undead died under the cooperation of the shadow riding bow and sword.

Mu Qiubei kept giving orders: "At seven o'clock, the two dragons will go out to sea, go!"

"At nine o'clock, seven feet flying red, go up!"

"……superior"

"……superior"

"……superior"

The phosphate fires exploded by the undead in the daytime suddenly rose one after another, and Bai Ling finally couldn't help but roared: "Don't kill again!"

Mu Qiubei sneered: "I want me to stop, are you here to kill me?"

Bai Ling suddenly kept silent, but Mu Qiubei was still making orders. As the shadow rider surrounding her gradually decreased, the fatal crisis also quietly attacked Mu Qiubei.

Mu Qiubei, who was originally carrying his hands on his back, suddenly pulled out a long sword from the back of the crossbow beside him and slashed it down quickly in the wind. Mu Qiubei's sword light clearly slid in the void, but a string of splashing phosphorus fire was brought on the tip of the knife. At first glance, it looked like Mu Qiubei's long sword was slashing down someone's shoulder toward the left abdomen.

For people, that knife is enough to be fatal, but it can only hurt ghosts and gods.

After Mu Qiubei collected the knife, all the Shadow Riders returned to their original position, leaving only the turquoise phosphate fire floating all over the ground.

Mu Qiubei waved and said, "Get the team off! The man is gone. I can't feel that someone is in a mood swing nearby."

If I was there at that time, from Mu Qiubei's words, it would be enough to judge something - Mu Qiubei couldn't see Bai Ling, but she could feel the emotional fluctuations of her opponent. She repeatedly angered her opponent in order to judge the other party's position.

No matter whether the undead was afraid or angry, she could accurately find the other party. This is the secret to Mu Qiubei being able to restrain his opponent. Perhaps Chi Mobai took this into consideration and sent Mu Qiubei out.

A shadow rider whispered: "Second leader, won't we go to chase each other?"

"I can't catch up!" Mu Qiubei shook his head and said, "The other party's speed is too fast, I can't feel his emotional fluctuations. The man just now should be the leader of the Baizhou clan, and his cultivation is extraordinary. I failed to take his life with one knife. He should be chasing Wu Wen and trying to tell Wu Wen that there are ghosts and gods who have passed."

"Yes!" said the team member: "The Second Head, the ghosts and gods just now called themselves the dead of the day. Why do I think they are not like it? At this time, shouldn't the dead of the day be human?"

Mu Qiubei shook his head and said, "The so-called Baizhou clan is just a group of fools who have been deceived. In other words, they are existences abandoned by Baizhou's undead. The real Baizhou undead can be regarded as ghosts and gods in both realms. How could there be only such a little method? Baizhou clan is not a vassal of the undead, but their substitutes."

The team member chased Mu Qiubei and asked, "Second leader, should we send a message to Wu Wen and tell him how to guard against his opponent?"

"No need!" Mu Qiubei walked forward without looking back: "Wu Wen, if you can't even deal with this scene, what qualifications do you have to join forces with our Women's Hall?"
Chapter completed!