Zhou Mu suddenly said sharply: "That's right! Fan Yu, I really don't know whether to call you stupid or say that you are too arrogant!"

"If it weren't for you revealing your wealth in front of me, I wouldn't have made up my mind to kill you even at the risk of being discovered by the Empire!"

"Now that you have fallen into our trap today, don't think about your life anymore! If you are obediently captured, I may not be able to leave you a whole corpse and let you be a bunch of outlaw mandarin ducks!"

When Fan Yu heard this, he seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke in the world, and immediately burst into laughter.

In the laughter, the sarcasm is even stronger.

Fan Yu smiled: "How do you know, isn't this also the trap I used to invite you into the urn?"

Zhou Mu's throat tightened, his chest seemed to be suddenly pressed by a big stone, and the whole person was a little out of breath.

He trembled, "You...... What do you mean?"

Zhou Mu's eyes widened, trying to see the look of panic and fear that should have appeared on Fan Yu's face.

But he didn't see a single thing.

I saw Fan Yufeng and said lightly: "Although your ambush is not clever, it is effective." ”

"Now that I am under attack on my back, ambushed on all sides by you, and obviously outnumbered, why don't you do it?"

A cold wind blew, and Zhou Mu controlled the hand of the Yuan Bing Flying Sword, but instead a layer of cold sweat oozed out.

Fan Yu is not afraid?

What are the cards and secrets on him that can make him so fearless?

After Zhou Mu and the rest of the fellow disciples glanced at each other, they all clearly saw that a layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed from each other's foreheads.

- They are the murderers, but they are more nervous and scared than the killed!

Suddenly, Fan Yu was like a bottomless abyss in their eyes.

No one knows what terrifying monsters are hidden in this abyss.

Is it corpses and dry bones, or is it an evil dragon that devours heaven and earth?

As the pressure in the air became heavier and heavier, Zhou Mu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He shouted loudly, breaking the air that was almost condensed.

"This person is insidious and vicious, and he is the best at making something out of nothing, so he is deceitful! Don't be fooled by his few words, with the strength of the two of them, they are definitely not the opponent of the eight of us!"

"Let's shoot together and kill him here, so as not to have too many dreams at night!"

After saying this, Zhou Mujian's golden light was greatly vibrating.

At this moment, Zhao Wuyi suddenly walked out and waved his hand to stop Zhou Mu.

He said coldly: "As a core disciple of Yanyu Building, I, Zhao Wuyi, have not yet had the habit of fighting more and less! Just now, in order to disguise my breath, I couldn't let go of my hands and feet, but now that I have no scruples, it is better for me to try his methods!"

There was a bang.

A seven-foot spear popped out of Zhao Wuyi's sleeve, the body of the spear was as soft as cotton, and it had been hidden in his robe before!

I saw a surge of source power in Zhao Wuyi's hand, and the spear immediately became as hard as a stubborn stone, glowing with a layer of black light like thick ink.

Zhou Mu hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Zhao, don't be reckless! Don't look at this kid's realm, but his strength is very fatal, it's better to be safe, let's kill him in seconds together!"

Zhao Wuyi's gaze suddenly became cold.

He sneered: "Zhou Mu, you'd better not forget, although I took your money to help you kill people and seize treasures, I am not your slave!"

The corners of Zhao Wuyi's mouth lifted and said, "Moreover, you just have to rest assured, in the same realm, there is no living mouth under my gun!"

The words were full of pride and domineering as a martial arts genius of the sect.

When Zhou Mu heard this, his face was blue and white.

Zhao Wuyi was Zhou Mu's senior brother, his temper, Zhou Mu was naturally very clear, and it was useless to know more at the moment, so he had to nod helplessly.

At the moment when Zhou Mu nodded, Zhao Wuyi had already flown out like a spear, approaching Fan Yu!

Fan Yu said softly: "Yuluo, since they believe in their noble status and want to fight alone with me, then I might as well play with them, you stay where you are for the time being, and secretly lay down the demon spirit realm." ”

Yuluo nodded, did not speak, and the light in his eyes was even brighter.

No one noticed that an invisible and mysterious source power fluctuation had quietly shrouded the sky above this woodland.

Almost at the same moment, Fan Yu also flew forward, but he did not pull out the Linyuan Sword, and the chaotic gray qi in his palms surged, flowing through his body like a storm.

Fan Yu laughed loudly and said: "It's just a defeated general, and you dare to come alone?"

Zhao Wuyi was furious, "Then let you see my true strength and see if I have the ability to kill you!"

The black light on Zhao Wuyi's spear surged, and there seemed to be a flying dragon swept out of the darkness, blooming an amazing flower of source power, heading straight for Fan Yu's eyebrows.

And Fan Yu punched with his bare hands, and the steam of chaos flowed drippingly, and he also handed it out with a punch.

Bang!

The air exploded suddenly, and Mu Fan Xiao fell.

After a touch, Zhao Wuyi retreated with a gun, and the gray qi on Fan Yu's body also collapsed.

After this pause, the two men rushed forward again, and continued to fight in the middle of the woodland.

The trees were broken, the sand was flying, and in just a few dozen breaths, Fan Yu and Zhao Wuyi fought hard for more than a dozen rounds, and no one had the slightest advantage.

Compared with when he was disguised as "Jiang Shen" before, Zhao Wuyi's source power fluctuations are now more than twice as strong, and his shots are different from the previous insidious and tricky, but have become violent and fierce.

But the more he fought, the more frightened Zhao Wuyi became.

His cultivation is already good, and he has been polished in the spiritual light realm for a long time.

Coupled with this human-level superb spear, coupled with the core technique of Yanyu Tower, "Smoke and Rain Drifting Technique", even if he is a powerhouse in the Spiritual Light Realm, Zhao Wuyi is confident that he has the power to fight.

But at this moment, in the face of Fan Yu, who was not able to achieve the triple level of the Spiritual Light Realm, he could only fight a division!

Especially since the other party didn't even sacrifice a weapon except for the source weapon robe on his body.

This simply made Zhao Wuyi ashamed and angry!

What kind of freak is this Fan Yu?

The triple cultivation of the Spiritual Light Realm has this kind of strength?

However, if Zhao Wuyi knew that Fan Yu was only the second level of the Spiritual Light Realm half a month ago, and only three days ago, he could break through to the third level, I don't know how he would feel.

In a fit of rage, Zhao Wuyi handed out another shot, and the gun was like a rushing wave, intending to tear the earth apart.

However, this shot, which was almost done with all his strength, was still caught by Fan Yu with both hands, and the gray gas was shrouded and circulated, and the source power was immediately consumed!

Fan Yu let go of his hands and pushed them out with one palm, and the spear took Zhao Wuyi backwards.

Fan Yu sneered: "I have always heard that Zhao Wuyi, the core disciple of Yanyu Building, not only has extraordinary cultivation talent and superior combat power, but also received strict killer training when he was young, and it is often difficult to find opponents in the same realm. ”

"But now it seems that there is no more than that. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Wuyi was furious!

But anger to anger, he didn't have the slightest way.

The gray qi on Fan Yu's body seems to have a magical power, which is both indestructible and indestructible, and simply has the greatest advantage of both offense and defense.

And the most bizarre thing is that as long as anything is touched by this gray qi, the internal source power seems to be swallowed, and it immediately passes at a terrifying speed.

In less than a cup of tea, the powerful source power in Zhao Wuyi's body has already consumed as much as seventy percent!

He was no longer ashamed and angry, but anxious.

"This kid's practice is weird, and the source power in his body is simply incomprehensible! No, it can't be dragged on like this!"

Finally, a shot was handed out, and Zhao Wuyi no longer attacked, but used the power of the shock to retreat backwards.

There was no longer anger on his face, not even the slightest fluctuation of feelings, and it became as cold as iron.

Iron-like murderous intent, iron-like battle intent!

Seeing this change, Fan Yu's eyes began to become solemn.

Zhao Wuyi said indifferently: "Fan Yu, I did underestimate you, it seems that you do have an adventure, so you can have this kind of terrifying combat power of cross-border battles." ”

"So, you are qualified to die under this shot of mine!"

After saying this, the aura on Zhao Wuyi's body began to skyrocket in an incredible trend!

Sensing the fluctuations on Zhao Wuyi's body, Zhou Muqi's faces changed.

"It's Senior Brother Zhao's killer weapon, the Five Tigers Broken Door Gun!"

"You can't be wrong! I saw this kind of momentum once! Back then, Senior Brother Zhao defeated Senior Brother Lin Fan with a Five Tiger Broken Door Gun, and he officially became a core disciple!"

"I've heard people say that these Five Tigers Broken Door Gun is the adventure and chance of Senior Brother Zhao when he was young, if he cultivates to the fullest, once the Five Tigers come out, it is not even inferior to the late stage martial arts!"

"Yes, although it is only Xiaocheng now, but Senior Brother Zhao's shot, Fan Yu will never be able to take it!"

Zhou Mu and the others were talking, and they looked at Fan Yu's gaze at this moment, as if they were looking at a cold corpse.

——As soon as the Five Tigers Broken Door Gun came out, among the martial artists in the same realm, there was no longer a living mouth under the gun!

This sentence, looking at the entire six generations of disciples of Yanyu Building, no one knows it, and no one knows it.

In the blink of an eye, the last three percent of the source power in Zhao Wuyi's body all poured into the depths of the spear in his hand.

I saw that the spear, which was as black as ink, suddenly ignited a layer of cyan flames, and there were vaguely two shadowy and violent tiger phantoms, looming on the spear.

Zhao Wuyi said: "Five tigers break the door gun, one tiger south of the mountain, two tigers ambush the dragon, three tigers scattered, four tigers fight the golden wind, five tigers face door thorns, this is called the five tigers." ”

"Although I only have the power of the two tigers now, it is easy to kill you!"

Fan Yu didn't speak, and his hand was already pressed on the Linyuan broken sword on his waist.

Even he, under this shot, felt a long-lost sense of threat.

But Fan Yu did not have the slightest fear.

A generation of Fu ancestors, crisscrossing the heavens and the earth, it is the gods and demons of the heavens who come to fight, why is he afraid?

Little Zhao Wuyi, he is not worthy of it!

In the dense forest, a real tiger roar suddenly sounded, deafening, like thunder.

Zhao Wuyi's legs were forceful, smashing the ground, and the whole person seemed to have fused with the gun in his hand, turning into a fierce tiger, wanting to tear Fan Yu to pieces!

And the phantom of the two tigers on the gun is also completely condensed into substance, but it is a little strange that it is not the arrogance and domineering of the tiger, but full of fox-like cunning and ruthlessness.

Fan Yu's eyes immediately showed a look of disappointment, and the hand that held the Lin Yuan Sword slowly let go.

He said disappointedly: "Originally, you still had the slightest possibility of victory, but I didn't expect that your martial arts have gone astray, and you are doomed to defeat." ”

Zhao Wuyi tore through the air, rushed and swept violently, unmoved.

"Do you think a little rhetoric can shake my murderous intent?"

Before the words fell, he was only five zhang away from Fan Yu!

Fan Yu sighed and said: "The man who shoots the gun is also the heavy weapon of the soldier! When a gun is handed out, he never turns back, and he has the will to fall into battle, and he has the will to die but not to live! What he pays attention to is domineering, courage, and the arrogance of the upright gun! How can he be like you, full of cunning and insidious?"

"Well, today I will use the sword in my hand as a gun to teach you what is the real martial arts gun soul!"

Fan Yu slapped his sleeves and shouted loudly.

"Ground level mid-grade martial arts, rainstorm pear blossom!"

The air shook violently, and a sword light like a frightening flood flew through the air from Fan Yu's sleeve, setting off a rolling wave of air, like clouds and mist steaming.

It was the quasi-earth-level source soldier that he got from Li Xiangchen's hand, the Cangyun Sword!