Since then, there are only about 100 miles left in the infinite space, two people.

Mu Qingfeng looked at Beiyu and chuckled, "It's coming." ”

Beiyu nodded, took a deep breath, and looked determined.

No one can stop him, not even Mu Qingfeng, for the sake of silence, he is bound to win!

When Beiyu just nodded, Mu Qingfeng didn't see anything, and endless rattan branches burst out of the ground around Beiyu, like spiritual snakes, frantically killing Beiyu, wanting to entangle him.

The Northern Detective took out the flamethrower from the black box behind him.

Beiyu knew very well that it would not be possible to deal with a monk with combat experience like Mu Qingfeng, step by step, and he had to show his true skills as soon as he came up, if he used heavy sniping to harass him first and then use shotguns, it would be really stupid.

Fang Yimo, as one of the signature mercenaries of the Mercenary Guild, is not without his reason, the Three Realms Pifu can fight against the Hundred Skeleton Cultivators with the Cloud Smoke Finger, and if he relies on the Soul Commander, he can even easily kill the Hundred Skeleton Cultivators!

Such a person does not know how many life and death battles he has experienced, and he knows very well how to defeat his opponent.

This is also the reason why the Northern Emperor used the Tiger Head Black Box as soon as he came up, and the flame was one of the most effective ways to deal with trees.

The flames of the Lonely City were even stronger, spewing out like a fiery dragon, burning the vines that came close to them to ashes.

Mu Qingfeng was not in a hurry to use other tricks, after all, his purpose was not to defeat Beiyu, but to greatly squeeze Beiyu's talent, so that he had the ability to take on that dangerous task.

Endless vines burst out of the ground, but they couldn't get close to the surroundings of the Lonely City, and they were all burned to ashes by the flames.

If the soil on the ground is removed, people will find that the roots of Mu Qingfeng have already covered the entire infinite space!

The rattan is all over the sky, endless, the flames are swallowing, and the killing opportunities are everywhere.

Beiyu was surrounded by rattans, although those rattans couldn't help him for a while, but Beiyu knew that these rattans were very insignificant for Mu Qingfeng, and even the speed of spiritual energy recovery exceeded the speed of consumption, if this continued consumption, it would only be him who would be exhausted in the end.

He must take the initiative to attack!

Beiyu was ruthless, and the flamethrower was divided into two halves, one for each of the left and right hands, so that Beiyu was like a flame god of war, burning all the rattans, and pressing towards Mu Qingfeng step by step.

Mu Qingfeng smiled slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and seemed to approve of Beiyu's practice of not passively defending but actively attacking, manipulating the rattan to converge in front of Beiyu.

The next moment, Beiyu saw that the number of vines around him had plummeted, and in front of him, a rattan spear hundreds of meters long had condensed.

And the two sides of the trunk of the wood breeze are also gathered by rattan into two long arms, holding the spear tightly.

Beiyu's eyes froze, the secret path was not good, and then there was a spear rushing in his face.

He had no doubt that if he was stabbed by this spear, the Lonely City would definitely fall apart on the spot.

In desperation, Beiyu could only turn sharply on the offensive, give up the attack, and dodge to the side.

I only heard a loud bang, the spear stabbed down, and a huge hole was directly pierced out of the place where the North Imperial Palace stood, and the rattan spear sank into the ground at least thirty meters!

"It's dangerous. Beiyu was shocked, if he wanted to resist, it was estimated that the body would be torn apart.

Mu Qingfeng snorted coldly, pulled out his spear and said, "Take out your true skills, otherwise you will die under my spear, only if you really face death directly, can you become stronger!"

Beiyu laughed and didn't take it to heart.

Facing death head-on to become stronger?

This kind of chicken soup in the second middle school will also work for those little kids, maybe according to your age, you Fang Yimo will have to call me brother, listen to you?

But Beiyu also knows that if he keeps dodging, he will definitely lose next.

But the rattan spear was far stronger than him in terms of hardness and attack strength, and he could only find an opportunity to attack Mu Qingfeng's body.

The problem though...... Beiyu looked up at Mu Qingfeng's body, the huge tree venerable more than thirty meters high, which made Beiyu feel powerless.

Mu Qingfeng's body size is three times his size!

"Forget it, I can only fight for it. Beiyu gritted his teeth and put away the flamethrower, and suddenly those rattans poured up overwhelmingly to submerge Beiyu, and Mu Qingfeng's spear was also ready to fire at this moment.

The next moment, Beiyu, who was surrounded by rattans, suddenly burst out of raging flames all over his body, burning the rattans to the ground.

At this moment, Beiyu is like a god of war who has come out of the flames, and his body is burning with raging fire.

Compared to the flamethrower, because this flame comes out of the North Palace, the range is smaller, and it can only burn the rattans that come into contact with the North Palace, but the advantage is that the North Palace is more flexible and can ignore the harassment of these rattans, and the only inconvenience is that the line of sight will be blocked most of the time.

"Into life. Beiyu raised his hand, the aura in his hand gathered, the sword trick was condensed, and the first style of the sword song of stepping on the sun was used, and in Beiyu's hand, there was a translucent big sword.

The big sword was turned upside down in his hand, and he nodded with satisfaction, Beiyu jumped into the sky, and killed Mu Qingfeng with the sword in both hands.

The vines in the sky jumped out and grew wildly, trying to intercept the northern palace in the sky.

Beiyu held the sword in his hand, and kept swinging it, and every time the sword was split, it was mixed with infinite sword qi, splitting the rattan and even shaking it into powder.

And Beiyu is also constantly pressing Mu Qingfeng.

"It's a bit of a fight. Mu Qingfeng smiled lightly, and the rattan spear in his hand stabbed out, making a whistling sound.

The flames erupted behind Beiyu, and he dodged a blow sideways, and the big sword in his hand slashed vertically, and he actually cut off the head of the spear!

After all, Beiyu is also the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, as a Heavenly Mandate General, he is stronger than a General in all aspects, although only one General Soul can be used in this infinite space, but the blessings of other General Souls are not placed there to see.

The only gap is the gap in size, Beiyu is not inferior to Fang Yimo, the reason why he was pressed by Fang Yimo was because of his lack of actual combat experience.

But with the battle, Beiyu kept improving himself, making his combat experience richer, slowly from weak, to comparable, and in the end, he could even faintly press the side of the ink.

Fang Yimo also noticed Beiyu's progress, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "How did he progress so fast?"

Where did Fang Yimo know that although Beiyu started a little late, he had a lot of life experience, especially in the days when he was in the market, in order not to offend others, Beiyu made a living secretly, developed the habit of reflection, and was able to keep learning lessons and correcting them.

Because only in this way can you make yourself stronger today than you were yesterday, and you can not be bullied, and it was at that time that Beiyu learned a special skill, that is, to be able to learn the skills of others through observation.

At first, Beiyu worked in a wonton shop for several months, learned the dosage and preparation method of all condiments, and then went out to work alone, relying on his own reflective ability to keep improving, and finally achieved the final achievement.