Zhao Qing kept jumping around the room to dodge the enemy's attacks, and she also sensed the impact of this small space on herself.

Her weapon, the Giant Scythe Wind God, was too large to be better suited for fighting in the open, and in this kind of room, it couldn't even exert a tenth of its strength.

She could only dodge, which made her feel unusually anxious.

"Go to the living room!" Mu Fei reminded on the side.

They couldn't lead Ma Yang outside because it was daytime, and the location where they were located was a residential complex with constant pedestrians. If you run outside to fight, it is very likely that unrelated passers-by will be involved.

As a result, you can only choose a living room that is more spacious than a bedroom.

However, after shouting like this, Ma Yang immediately shifted his attention and looked back at Mu Fei.

"Forehead ......" was stared at by those six eyes, Mu Fei was terrified, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Mom, I don't even have a weapon, why did I bring this monster here?

But Zhao Qing took this opportunity to aim the giant scythe at Ma Yang and swung it down.

Ma Yang's reaction at this time was extremely fast, although his eyes were on Mu Fei's body, he felt the crisis from above his head, and he dodged without thinking about it.

However, although he dodged the sharp blade of the giant scythe, the air flow through the demon hunting weapon still hurt Ma Yang's skin.

The slight pain stimulated the monster's nerves, and Ma Yang once again focused his attention on Zhao Qing's body.

Zhao Qing saw that he had successfully regained the attention of the other party, and he stopped fighting at the moment, turned around and ran towards the living room.

Mu Fei saw Ma Yang follow Zhao Qing to the living room, raised his feet and walked to the corner of the bedroom, and took a general look at Lin Qingyue, who was still fainting on the ground. Seeing her is fine. Nor was it affected by their battles. I was a little determined.

Quickly there was the sound of ping-pong fights in the living room, mixed with the sound of broken furniture and broken glass.

I don't know what kind of expression Lin Qingyue will have when she wakes up and finds that her home has become like this.

Mu Fei couldn't help but secretly guess.

Of course, now is not the time to think about this, he must take advantage of the time when Ma Yang and Zhao Qing are fighting to get his dark light back.

Now the only thing that can be relied on is Zhao Qing's weapon.

The two over there are already fighting.

The living room was larger than the bedroom, but it was too small for the giant scythe. Due to such limitations, even elite hunters struggle with extreme difficulty.

Mu Fei found a fruit knife on the dining table against the wall, weighed it slightly in his palm, adjusted to its weight, and then dodged into the battle.

The material of the fruit knife is just ordinary stainless steel, and the blade is very short. He definitely couldn't withstand Ma Yang's blow, so he could only swim away from the side and use it to distract Ma Yang's attention.

In addition, he had to let Zhao Qing know that his weapon was in the other party's abdomen, otherwise that woman would not think of helping him cut Ma Yang's abdomen.

After all, if they could easily slice open the monster's abdomen, would they still be fighting so hard?

Mu Fei sighed as he turned around and came behind the enemy, his speed was as fast as a black shadow cutting through the air, and before the other party could react, he stabbed the blade in his hand towards the back of Ma Yang's neck.

The other party's skin was as smooth and sticky as a frog, and he stabbed it like this. The tip of the knife sliced through the skin, leaving only a white mark. No damage was done at all.

Ma Yang felt the strangeness in the back of his neck, opened the big mouth on his neck, turned his face up, and turned his three eyes in unison against Mu Fei's direction, his eyes were as cold as a reptile, looking at the enemy who was sneaking up on him on the side.

After his eyes met, Mu Fei only felt a chill all over his body, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Damn, this guy's eyes are really scary, and the so-called eyes that can kill people refer to nothing more than that.

When Sakuragi Hanamichi practiced the magic skill of "killing opponents with his eyes", he should have worshipped this monster as a teacher.

After thinking wildly in his mind, Mu Fei's movements did not stop.

Withdrawing the fruit knife, Mu Fei raised his knee to give the opponent a hard blow to the lower back, and then regardless of whether the attack had any effect, he retracted his leg and made a quick turn, and his elbow directly smashed into Ma Yang's abdomen.

Ma Yang squirted out a mouthful of saliva with a wow, and the fishy and viscous liquid splashed everywhere from his big mouth facing the sky, and Mu Fei, who was closest to him, bore the brunt of it, and was sprayed all over his face.

The disgusting liquid of the "evil ......" made Mu Fei grin, resisted the strong churning of his stomach, and stabbed the fruit knife into the opponent's abdomen with all his strength with his backhand.

At the same time as Mu Fei attacked, Zhao Qing also swung his scythe at the enemy.

The huge scythe slid horizontally in the air, and the blade of the scythe came to Ma Yang's back.

Ma Yang seemed to instinctively know that the scythe was more of a threat to him, so he leaned forward to dodge the pitch-black blade behind him, and as a result, his entire body met the attack from ahead.

Mu Fei's strength is extremely strong, and with Ma Yang's own cooperation, even the fruit knife made of stainless steel has an unexpected effect.

Hearing a pop, the tip of the fruit knife really pierced Ma Yang's abdomen.

Crimson warm blood flowed down the silver-white blade, staining Mu Fei's palm.

Breaking through the hardest skin, the musculature in the abdomen became much softer, and the half-foot-long blade slid into it like a loach.

Mu Fei knew that this was a critical opportunity not to be lost, so he immediately held the handle of the knife with both hands, pressed the strength of his whole body, and slashed hard with a loud shout.

After all, the fruit knife is not sharp, and under Mu Fei's full strength, it is only an inch long.

But that's enough for Mu Fei.

Seeing that he forcibly endured the nausea, he opened his left eye, aimed at the red light in the opponent's abdomen and stabbed his right hand through the wound, and soon he felt that his index finger touched something hard, and without saying a word, he grabbed it with his index finger and middle finger and jerked it violently.

The dark blade was stained with blood and pulled out of Ma Yang's abdomen.

The sharp pain caused Ma Yang to raise his head and scream, and his huge mouth let out a piercing scream towards the sky.

Zhao Qing was shocked by this voice and hugged his head directly.

Mu Fei just frowned, and jumped up with the dark light in his hand.

When his feet were lightly touched on the ground again, the hem of his coat was raised high, making him look like a black butterfly, graceful and beautiful.

And on his face, his eyes flashed with a cold cold light, like a god of death without any emotion.

The dark light shimmered a faint red in his right hand, and the blood of his enemies flowed through the blood groove of the blade, disappearing before it could drip down, as if it had been swallowed by it.

The tragic chirping came to an abrupt end.

Behind Mu Fei, Ma Yang stiffened for a moment, and then a blood mist erupted. In the midst of this bloody storm, the monster's body collapsed with a bang, turning into a pool of shattered corpses. (To be continued......)