The scene of Yi Feng falling to the ground and vomiting blood deeply shocked everyone.

A person who can fight with several masters of the same level and fall slightly behind, but at this moment is defeated by an ordinary palm, this scene deeply challenges people's nerves.

Mu Yunqing reacted after a short stunned moment, and trotted to Yi Feng's side to support him, his eyes full of distress and love.

After the old man defeated Yi Feng with one palm, he stood quietly in place without any movement.

Yi Feng slowly stood up under Mu Yunqing's support, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The old man looked at Yi Feng's trembling legs, nodded from time to time, and then shook his head. The eyes of everyone onlookers were focused on the old man and Yi Feng at the moment, and the strange behavior of the old man made everyone puzzled.

Mu Yuan saw that the old man had not taken the next step, and stepped forward and arched his hand: "Sir......." Before he finished speaking, he was strangled by the old man's sharp gaze.

Mu Yuan only felt fear, so he stepped aside and bowed his head and said no more.

When Yi Feng forcibly pressed down the churning qi and blood in his body and showed his sword again, the old man smiled.

flashed in an instant, and before Yi Feng could react, he slapped again.

Yi Feng fell to the ground again and vomited blood. And this time, when Mu Yunqing wanted to help Yi Feng, the old man quickly strangled Mu Yunqing's throat.

For a while, Mu Yunqing's feet kicked again and again, her beautiful eyes were white, but she couldn't breathe in one breath.

Seeing this scene, Yi Feng gritted his bloody teeth viciously, leaning on his sword and standing up with difficulty.

The old man saw Yi Feng stand up again, and casually threw away Mu Yunqing in his hand.

Mu Yunqing fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and there was only fear in her heart, the fear of death.

Yi Feng glanced at Mu Yunqing, and when he saw that he was fine, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the bright sword fights again.

The old man was another dodge, close to the palm again.

Yi Feng closed his eyes at this moment, listening to the sound of the wind, and stabbed out a sword with his senses. Seeing Yi Feng's movements, the old man hurriedly twisted his body and slapped this palm.

Yi Feng flew to the ground again, and the old man's hanging hand dripped a little bit of blood. The blood splashed by the blood droplets on the ground shocked everyone onlookers, and although Yi Feng was knocked away again, the old man's hand was still bruised.

The old man looked at his blood-dripping hand, and then looked at Yi Feng, who was about to get up again, his lips moved slightly, "All the moves that make you feel dazzled are vain. The most amazing killer move, simple and elegant, simple to the point of sealing the throat with a sword. ”

Yi Feng leaned on his sword and got up again, raised his sword and bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man nodded, and turned around to leave. Seeing this, Mu Yuan hurriedly asked, "Where is Mr. going?"

The old man turned his head to stare at Mu Yuan, and his murderous eyes made Mu Yuan's heart tremble.

The old man withdrew his gaze and walked straight away. The crowd of onlookers hurriedly made a way to send off this shocking old man.

A master has the pride of a master. After three palms, the old man is no longer embarrassed by Yi Feng, the junior; between the same ranks, they can poison and sneak attack in every way, but for the juniors, the masters have their own style.

Send you three palms, then I will send you another paragraph, a spirit, and a lifetime experience.

When the old man came, he was silent like the wind, and although he left in the eyes of everyone, he was also hazy and illusory.

The figure of the old man gradually disappeared from people's sight. Mu Yuan turned his head and said with a sneer: "Yi Feng never thought that you would be so fateful, but that's all. ”

As Mu Yuan spoke, he glared at the few congenital late-stage players who had fought against Yi Feng before, signaling them not to be too troublesome.

Several late-stage congenital powerhouses only cared about the cause of Mu Chen's death, and if Mu Yuan did it himself, they would never interfere.

Mu Yuan also calmed down a while after being countered by Yi Feng's army, and saw this meaning. When Yi Feng was fighting against the old man, he had already secretly begun to arrange the army.

Now, the old man is gone, and Yi Feng is seriously injured, which is already a mortal situation.

Yi Feng looked at the cold light blades around him, holding the sword in front of his chest, ready to fight to the death.

As Mu Yuan's hand fell, twenty or thirty people rushed out of the army and slashed at Yi Feng with swords. Yi Feng pulled Mu Yunqing behind him and swung a sword simply and unpretentiously.

One sword, one kills.

The old man's words Yi Feng took to heart, and no longer used any sword moves to fight the enemy, but used a sword with all his might.

Another sword, another death. The splattered blood stained the sword red, dripping onto Yi Feng's white robe. A little crimson is like a plum blossom in the snow.

Suddenly, a knife slashed straight at Yi Feng, Yi Feng just wanted to dodge but thought of Mu Yunqing behind him. He stepped forward to avoid the vital point, and stubbornly blocked a knife with his body.

Before the other party had time to be happy, he was already holding a sword in his hand and cutting his throat directly.

Yi Feng gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife that was chopping on his body, and discarded it casually. At this moment, Yi Feng was like a powerful ghost, covered in bloodstains, and his eyes were red.

Kill, kill, kill! Only this belief in his heart supported Yi Feng.

The blade of the sword is dripping blood, the body is bleeding, and the feet are bleeding. Yi Feng is like a terrible ghost in hell, which makes people afraid. Everyone watching Yi Feng couldn't help but be shocked back by that powerful aura.

Mu Yunqing followed behind Yi Feng quietly, but tears did not fall from her eyes. The whole world was only his back in Mu Yunqing's eyes.

Mu Yuan was shocked by Yi Feng's momentum. An enemy is not terrible, a master is not terrible, and an enemy who is not afraid of death is truly terrifying.

But Mu Yuan didn't regret it, his mind could tolerate the world, but he couldn't tolerate Yi Feng. It is enough for Mu Yunqing to be the one who can call Emperor Mu Chen's father, and he would rather kill by mistake than let go.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of people came out and Yi Feng wanted to kill.

Yi Feng still has one sword for each person, a sword for his life.

Yi Feng continued to fight and advance with blood, besieging and killing Yi Feng's army and retreating. One person fights one army, Yi Feng is proud enough.

The crowd that had long been hiding around was shocked by this scene, and the shock brought to them by such a ruthless person was much higher than that of the old man before. This comes from the fear of death in the heart.

Yi Feng didn't know how many he had killed, maybe seventy or eighty, or maybe he had already broken a hundred. The tearing pain of the tiger's mouth and the scarred body made Yi Feng just want to lie down and close his eyes, but at this moment, Yi Feng was groggy and fought by instinct just by breath.

Yi Feng advanced, and the army retreated. Someone rushed forward, and Yi Feng slashed it with a sword.

The enemy retreated and I advanced, and we had already come to the gate of Jingdu.

Mu Yunqing glanced at the tight bowstring and the bows and arrows on the city wall, and suddenly made up his mind in his heart. A few steps forward to hold Yi Feng's hand, and when Yi Feng turned his head to look over, Mu Yunqing stood on tiptoe and kissed Yi Feng.

Yi Feng was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his bloodstained left hand and pressed it on Mu Yunqing's three thousand hairs, and kissed him painfully.

Mu Yunqing closed her eyes and put her hands around Yi Feng's neck and responded warmly.

On the side of the city wall, on the street, everyone surrounded and killed, and the two kissed affectionately.

only promised him a lifetime, kissed down, and went to an unknown life or death together.