Bang, bang, bang! boom!

When Mu Yang's voice rang out, layers of sound waves lifted the sand and gravel into the air. At the same time, because the dark yellow bead was broken, the surrounding sigils were also cracked. The sound of explosions came and went, and figures appeared.

Looking up, the people surrounding Muyang and the others were wearing navy blue armor and holding a strange axe. Their aura is almost the same, and the intensity is about the same, they should be professionally trained.

According to rough estimates, there are about twenty or thirty people in this team. But Muyang and Feiling, Zhang Erdan and Linlin, they didn't see the real leader, and it seems that the strongest existence has not yet appeared, and it is still in a state of hiding.

"That's true, but isn't it just you guys? Such a big battle, shouldn't it? It's a bit of a tiger, isn't it? Tell me, who are you leaders? Why are you blocking our way?"

For Mu Yang's words, although many armored people did not answer, they still couldn't stand the fluctuation of their strength, and took a few steps back without a trace, but these people did not give orders, even if they were all killed, they would not retreat.

"I don't want to say yes, do you? Anyway, what you did before can't be our friends? Actually, if you don't say it, I know what is going on? But you are too narrow-minded. ”

Feiling took a step forward and stood side by side with Muyang. In this battle, Zhang Erdan is destined to take a back seat, but he is only responsible for protecting Ruan Linlin. Because father and son join forces, there should be no need for a third person to intervene.

"In this Eiffel City, the nobles with the highest status and can speak on an equal footing with Fei Mo are nobles. And the so-called nobles are the most powerful of the big families headed by Feng Ruochen, am I not wrong?"

There was still no response, but Fei Ling was not in a hurry, and continued with interest: "There is no festival between us and the nobles, and the only conflict is at the last spirit girl slave auction. Also, this time Feimo decided to dissolve all the prohibitions here and restore the freedom of the spirit slaves, don't you agree?"

There must be a reason for everything, and Muyang and Feiling can only think of the last festival. If you didn't guess wrong, the man who Fei Mo killed in a fit of anger happened to be related to the four nobles, so he found it.

Why did you choose to attack at such a time? The reason is actually very simple. Fei Mo used to be the master here, and even if he was a nobleman, he didn't dare to provoke him easily. But now that Fei Mo is not here, all the bans have been lifted, so ......

"Oh, are you still refusing to show up? Who else can use such an elite ironclad team except for the one among the nobles? Is this a bit too pretentious? If you want to take revenge, you will come in the open!"

With a wave of the Beast King's bone whip, countless phantoms of spirit beasts appeared around Feiling. From a distance, it looks like ten thousand horses galloping, the momentum is huge, and this area is completely within the scope of his own aura, and he is not inferior to anyone in terms of momentum.

Poof! Crack, Crack, Split A crack appeared in the dust.

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Very good, you look like you're just a hairy boy, and you don't belong here, I didn't expect to see the situation in this Eiffel City so clearly, it's really terrifying!"

A deep, oppressive voice came. In the dust, a figure appeared. The face is mature, but heroic. Wearing a light gray robe, there was a hint of murder in his eyes.

He looks like he is only about forty years old, but he has unfathomable strength. It's just that it just appeared, and Feiling's aura immediately weakened a lot. Standing in front of them, the man swept over Muyang and Feiling with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You are the legendary Holy Lord? You are the existence that the Ten Heavenly Venerables all feel very headaches? But no matter who you are, old man, if you destroy the order here, you must pay the price!"

His face sank, and an undisguised murderous aura came straight towards Muyang and Feiling. Mu Yang waved his hand without a trace, and a wave of qi swept away the murderous aura: "Hehe...... Why does everyone in power like to talk about their selfish behavior in a high-sounding way? Don't you think it's hypocritical? Feng Ruochen, the biggest nobleman in Eiffel City, that man has something to do with you, right?"

The two sides are against each other, and each side does not give in to each other. However, the Ice Silkworm Xuanjia is elite, and its strength here is limited, and it is a little weaker in momentum. However, Muyang is not an ordinary person, so he went straight to the point and exposed his true purpose.

The figure flashed, bringing up a yellow sand energy, and appeared in front of Mu Yang in an instant: "Hehe...... Ha ha...... Very good and bold. It seems that the Ten Heavenly Venerables have a lot of headaches for you, and it should not be unreasonable. ”

As soon as the words changed, Feng Ruochen said coldly: "Even so, the person who killed my Feng family is not so easy to end." That stinky isn't here, so I'll have to settle this account with you. ”

Hearing this, Mu Yang took a step back, still very calm: "Refreshing, but you chose to intercept and retaliate here, it shouldn't be just this reason, right?

Without a good feeling, Muyang felt that these people had no humanity at all. Playing with others for fun, and never getting tired of it. Now it's time to find a reason to tell them that no matter what position they stand on, they can't be absolutely strong.

The afterimage flashed, and Muyang disappeared. Feng Ruochen's eyes sank. With a twist of his right hand, he swept away countless afterimages and swung back fiercely. Bang! Bang! The two palms slammed together, and the two of them retreated at the same time, and the sand and dust filled the sky.

With his hands behind his back, Feng Ruochen stomped on his feet and forcibly allowed himself to stand firm. But his hands trembled uncontrollably. Underestimating Muyang's strength, the Holy Lord, how can anyone provoke an existence?

"Good boy, some strength. You guys, take him down for me!" At the sound of an order, many navy blue ironclad teams immediately attacked. But a wave of air swept over them, instantly swinging them away.

The phantom of the spirit beast roared by, Feiling's robe whirred, and stood in the center of the battle circle: "Oh? It seems that no one seems to take me seriously, and your strength is not qualified to fight with my father." ”

On the Beast King's bone whip, there are many spirit beast phantoms attached. In this space, the strongest power is just right. The phantom entangled many ironclad guards, and for the time being, Fei Ling only needed to stabilize his strength.

Zhang Erdan looked at Ruan Linlin cautiously, why the latter was getting weaker and more sensitive. It's too late to say why, but since there is such a feeling, then prove that the direction is right!

"Muyang, you are really a good means! In this land of yellow sand, you actually don't fall behind, very good, I rarely admire a person, you are one of them. But our accounts must be settled!"

On the other hand, Muyang doesn't want to exert his full strength in this kind of place. Because the space is already unstable, if the aura is chaotic, then Linlin's keen sense will be disturbed, and now, there is only one way!

As soon as his mind moved, the energy around his body began to rise. Gang Qi wrapped Mu Yang, stomped his footsteps, and flew away into the sky. Seeing this, Feng Ruochen also brought up a yellow sand and chased it into the sky.

(End of chapter)