Chapter 5397

Mu Baiyi glanced at the man in green, didn’t say anything, and suddenly disappeared.

Swish…

No one could see clearly what happened. The man in green was suddenly split into two halves, with blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone became serious.

The young demon cultivator in front of him was actually already at the ninth level of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

With this kind of strength, one can become the leader of a sect in the Sixth Heaven.

Mu Baiyi appeared, glanced at Wu Hao and the others, and said calmly: “You’d better send some capable people, not some rubbish…”

“I’ll do it…”

A young man suddenly fell from the sky!

Seeing this young man, someone in the crowd immediately said, “Leng Yun, who is ranked fifth on the martial arts list…”

Fifth on the martial arts list!

This martial arts list only includes cultivators from the human and beast races. The demon race is not involved, and the human and beast races will not play along with the demon race.

Even if a demon cultivator reaches the heavenly realm, his status is still somewhat low.

“Please enlighten me…”

Leng Yun bowed and said!

“The martial arts ranking is garbage!”

Mu Baiyi’s voice fell lightly in the center of the battlefield, but it was like a slap in the face of all the sixth-level cultivators.

Leng Yun’s eyes flashed, and the spiritual power around him suddenly burst out. The aura of the eighth level of the Earthly Immortal Realm swept across like a strong wind. The long sword in his hand hummed, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the sword – it was the “Hanxiao Sword” that made him famous.

“Stop talking nonsense and show us the real deal!”

Leng Yun tapped the ground with his toes and rushed towards Mu Baiyi like an arrow. His long sword cut through the air, leaving a cold white mark and piercing Mu Baiyi’s heart.

This sword was as fast as lightning, with a tricky angle. Even Wu Hao couldn’t help but nod: “What a fast sword!”

However, there was no fear on Mu Baiyi’s face, and even a hint of sarcasm.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to touch his clothes, he suddenly moved sideways, avoiding the sword like a ghost. At the same time, his right hand turned into a claw, grabbing Leng Yun’s wrist with a strong demonic energy.

“Too slow!”

Leng Yun was startled and quickly drew his sword to block.

With a crisp “clang” sound, the long sword collided with the devil’s claws. Leng Yun only felt a huge force coming, his arm became numb, and he took three steps back before he could stabilize his body.

He looked down and saw a tiny crack on the blade of the Hanxiao Sword. His pupils suddenly shrank: “Such a strong demonic energy!”

“That’s good to know. It’s not too late to beg for mercy now.”

Mu Baiyi pressed on step by step, the demonic energy condensed into a black spear in his palm, “But, I’m not interested in leaving anyone alive.”

Before he could finish his words, Mu Baiyi had already thrust out with his spear.

The black spear made a sharp sound as it broke through the air. Wherever it passed, the air was corroded with a sizzling sound.

Leng Yun did not dare to be careless. He mobilized all his spiritual power to infuse the sword and used his most powerful skill “Nine Styles of Hanxiao”.

“First move: Thousands of miles of ice!”

The long sword was swung, and the sword shadows in the sky turned into ice crystals and swept towards Mu Baiyi.

The ice crystals froze as soon as they hit the ground, instantly forming a thick layer of ice on the ground, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

Mu Baiyi snorted coldly, swept his spear across, and black demonic energy surged out like a tide, instantly shattering the ice crystals.

“A mere trifle!” He leaped up and thrust his spear towards Leng Yun from top to bottom. The demonic energy at the tip of the spear condensed into a hideous ghost face, emitting a shrill scream.

“Second move: Snow falls on a thousand mountains!”

Leng Yun raised his head and swung his sword. A brilliant white light burst out from the sword, and countless snowflake-shaped sword qi appeared out of thin air and collided with the ghost face.

The sounds of “bang bang bang” explosions rang out one after another, and the air waves swept in all directions, raising the surrounding dust.

The monks on the hillside watched intently, holding their breath.

The leader of the Yunxia Sect clenched his fists: “Leng Yun has tried his best, but Mu Baiyi is still able to handle it with ease. This demon cultivator is too powerful!”