When they saw the people who came, Mo Feng and Naughty Wood had a feeling of shock.

"How is it possible, is he completely ignoring the oppression of that martial will?!"

The two of them glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Shout~

Fast as the wind, swift as thunder.

Not long after Mu Feng's voice fell, his figure had already appeared a few feet in front of Mo Feng and Naughty Mu.

This kind of distance, judging from Mu Feng's speed just now, I am afraid that it can be reached between breaths.

"How did you do that?!"

Mo Feng panted, like an overwhelmed camel, as long as he landed a straw, he could crush it on his stomach.

"Hmph, how I did it, no comment. However, the matter of the two of you working together to bully the bronze, is it better to settle it first? ”

Mu Feng's body stood like a javelin, and a cold light crossed his eyes.

Hearing this, Mo Feng and Naughty Wood both changed their faces wildly.

Judging from the situation on the scene, it is almost certain that Mu Feng will definitely be able to exert 100% of his combat power, while the two of them will only be able to exert one or two percent of their combat power if they are suppressed.

Even in its heyday, it wasn't necessarily its opponent.

What's more, now, isn't it slaughtered like pigs and dogs, slaughtered by others?!

"Hehe, Mu Feng, don't get excited, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding in this!"

Seeing Mo Feng's ugly face, Naughty Mu gritted his teeth and took the lead in speaking.

Rumble!

With a roar like a raptor, a bloody fist shot out directly.

"You ......"

The stubborn wood was extremely angry, and he saw a fierce fist, wrapped in strong power, directly blasting at him!

In a hurry, Naughty Wood only had time to defend his hands in front of his chest.

Boom!

Puff~

The stubborn wood's body smashed directly against the rock wall, and the dense cracks behind it spread like a spider's web.

In his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and his breath instantly withered.

Under the oppression of the terrifying martial will, he coughed up blood one after another, which was extremely miserable.

"I said, this is also a misunderstanding, do you believe it?!"

Mu Feng's body was overflowing with evil energy, and he sneered.

It's too domineering, and if you don't agree with each other, you will start fighting, and the stubborn wood is extremely aggrieved in her heart, but she dares to be angry but doesn't dare to speak.

"Huh, what do you say?"

Mu Feng locked his eyes on Mo Feng's body, and naturally found the jealousy, resentment, and a trace of weakness in the latter's eyes.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, Mo Feng pulled out his long knife, stuck it on the ground in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "There is nothing to say, you will become a king or lose a villain, but it depends on whether you can defeat me!"

Brush!

At this moment, Mo Feng had a momentum on his body, and he actually began to transform.

Mu Feng's eyes shrank, this is an invincible spirit, even if he is not defeated by the opponent, he dares to show his sword when the enemy encounters!

"Just as you wish!"

Mu Feng sneered, and his figure flew out, shooting straight at Mo Feng.

"Whew!"

The poignant sword shot straight at the pastoral wind.

However, under the oppression of this martial will, Mu Feng was useless, and his body was like a swimming dragon, and he dodged directly.

Burst!

It seemed to be a fluttering palm, and it was directly imprinted on Mo Feng's chest.

Boom!

As concocted, Mo Feng's posture, like a meteorite, directly hit the rock wall behind him.

Along with it, there was a clear sound of bone cracking, and the sternum didn't know how many were broken.

With a cup of tea, the two Tianjiao were swept away by Mu Feng.

Plundering their storage bags, Mu Feng's figure once again swept towards the peak.

Da Da Da ~~

Because he comprehended the will of this demon emperor, although the will of martial arts is getting stronger and stronger, it is completely within the range that Mu Feng can bear.

Mu Feng's footsteps sounded from far and near on the steps.

Nine hundred steps!

Soon, Mu Feng surpassed nine hundred steps.

The top of the mountain is already in sight.

Mu Feng's eyes were hot, this was a finger of the Demon Emperor, it was a peerless powerhouse comparable to the level of the Martial Emperor.

The treasures above are certainly extraordinary.

Shout!

The speed skyrocketed, and Mu Feng increased his speed.

Sou.

When Mu Feng was only a hundred steps away from the peak, suddenly, between the clouds and mist, there was a figure looming.

"It's ......"

Mu Feng exclaimed.

Because, he found that the last gatekeeper to the summit turned out to be exactly like him.

Lifelike, with Mu Feng's eyesight, he can naturally find that no matter his height, body shape, or breath, he is exactly the same as himself.

"Fight yourself?"

Mu Feng smiled bitterly, this finger peak is really good, the first two levels are enough to eliminate nine out of nine martial artists, and this last level can actually simulate a martial artist who is exactly the same as himself.

"Hehe...then let's try your strength. ”

The corners of Mu Feng's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, and he could clearly find that the 'Mu Feng' on the other side also showed the same expression.

"Nine swords of burning blood, sword waves cascading!"

Bear!

Bear!

The two majestic qi and blood powers completely exploded, and the same move burst out.

Boom!

In mid-air, there was a bang, and the energy stream raged.

Sou!

Sou!

When Mu Feng moved, the 'Mu Feng' also moved, and the two directly touched each other.

Bang Bang Bang!!

The clear sound of gold and iron clashing was passed away, and in the blink of an eye, the two had already collided with hundreds of moves.

And what made Mu Feng's heart slightly irritable was that the 'Mu Feng' condensed by this aura was not weaker than himself at all, no matter the body technique, metaphysical skills, physical strength, and even weapons, they were all simulated enough to confuse the real with the fake.

As the saying goes, the biggest opponent is yourself.

At this moment, Mu Feng deeply realized the true meaning of this sentence.

Moreover, Mu Feng's breath was slightly panting, but the 'Mu Feng' on the opposite side was extremely stable, that is to say, his energy relied on this one-finger peak, which could be described as a continuous stream.

Shout!

A cold light tore through the air, and this 'Mu Feng' took the lead in attacking the deity.

"Implied Sixfold Strength?"

Mu Feng was frightened, as soon as he collided with the fake Mu Feng, his arm was like a brute dragon drilling in, and the numb feeling hit his whole body, almost making Mu Feng throw the sword in his hand.

"Hmph, I don't believe it, even you impostor can't suppress it?!"

Mu Feng roared angrily, and was also hit with real fire, his figure kept flickering, and the shadow of the demon slaying sword in his hand covered the sky and the sun, colliding with the fake Mu Feng frantically.

However, the more he fought, the more frightened Mu Feng became.

Mu Feng, who was so angry, seemed to know his next thoughts, and he could always prepare in advance.

Moreover, he didn't know that he was tired, like a killing puppet.

Mu Feng vomited blood depressedly, if he was defeated by a warrior who simulated him, then he would probably laugh to death.

Qiangxin suppressed the irritability in his heart, and his experience over the years told Mu Feng that panic is useless, calm down and think about countermeasures, so that it is possible to defeat the enemy.

"Soul skills?"

Mu Feng's eyes flashed.

Airplanes!

The eyebrows were agitated, and the surging power of the divine soul pierced directly into the mind of the 'Mu Feng'.