Chapter Eighty-Seven: Look at Lao Tzu's tyrannical sword
Mu Xueyi saw that the other party didn't mean to let her go, and she couldn't help but feel a little angry in her heart.
In a hurry, Mu Xueyi directly mobilized the abilities of her whole body, and a blue-blue snake shadow slowly appeared behind her, and a gust of wind began to appear around her.
"Humph!"
Looking at the enemy in front of her, Mu Xueyi snorted angrily, and then, with a wave of Mu Xueyi's small hand, the snake shadow behind her actually began to move, a strong wind flashed, and the snake shadow had already hit the other party's body.
At this time, a terrifying thing happened, I saw that after the person was hit by the snake shadow, the whole person flew out directly, and when the person landed, the whole body actually became dark red, and it looked as if it was invaded by some toxin, and there was a painful look on his face, and he was already dead in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't die anymore.
"I'll go, what kind of perverts are Yan Yi around, even this little girl is so powerful, this one looks like a second-order evolutionary."
Seeing this scene, Zhao Mei couldn't help but complain in her heart.
Of course, after the sneak attacker was killed by Mu Xueyi with one move, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, if the little guy was kidnapped, it would be difficult to do it at that time, but fortunately, Mu Xueyi broke out with powerful combat power at a critical moment.
Mu Xueyi, who had done all this, looked at the lifeless enemy not far away with disgust, and then dismissed the snake shadow beside her, and looked at the stunned people not far away like a nobody.
"Uh, why do you all look at Xiao Xue like this, this bad Shu is really annoying, and you actually want to arrest me."
Mu Xueyi looked at everyone and said innocently.
Zhao Mei and the others really didn't know what to say, so they hurriedly turned their heads and killed the enemy who had just escaped.
"Fat Tiger, why haven't you come yet, I can't hold it anymore!"
At this time, Yan Yi's struggling cry suddenly came from not far away.
"Hehe, those friends of yours are probably dead, you might as well go to hell to accompany them!"
At the same time, the hideous voice of a middle-aged man came.
After hearing this voice, Fat Tiger secretly said that it was not good in his heart, and hurriedly ran towards the source of the sound.
At this time, the middle-aged man had already raised the big knife wrapped in flames in his hand, ready to give Yan Yi a fatal blow.
Yan Yizheng was sweating profusely looking at his opponent, constantly harassing the opponent with his own icicle.
At this moment, the fat tiger, who had already dared to come, hurriedly exuded his momentum and concentrated all the coercion on the middle-aged man.
For a while, the middle-aged man's movements actually paused, but it only took two seconds for the middle-aged man's to regain his ability to move again, and the big knife in his hand slashed down mercilessly.
However, at this time, Yan Yi had already fled from the opponent's attack range, and ran all the way to the side of the fat tiger.
"Alright, Fat Tiger, let's work together to kill this thing."
With the fat tiger by his side, Yan Yi's heart suddenly became a lot more confident, and he looked at the middle-aged man who attacked him again and said.
"Roar!"
The fat tiger should be reconciled, and rushed forward with a golden mang, and fought directly with the middle-aged man, the fat tiger with the power of the white tiger was not afraid of the attack of the opponent's flame broadsword at all, and used the method of exchanging injuries for injuries, and after a while, two bloody scars were scratched on the middle-aged man's body.
"This little cat actually has something, but Lao Tzu is not covered, hum, look at Lao Tzu's tyranny!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a loud shout, raised the knife in his hand to the highest, and a trace of blood-red light began to shine all over his body, as if he was brewing some big move.
The fat tiger, who originally wanted to continue the attack, was startled by the middle-aged man's movements, and was stunned for a moment.
But in the next moment, the middle-aged man's actions made everyone present feel dumbfounded.
"Lao Tzu Xiongshan, Lao Tzu remembered this time, next time I meet you, I will take your dog's life, little ones, the wind is tight!"
After saying a cruel word, the middle-aged man actually directly and neatly retracted the knife into the scabbard, and then turned around and ran, this set of movements was clean and smooth, without the slightest superfluous action.
However, when the middle-aged man ran away, it was as if he had used some secret method, his whole body was blood-red, and his speed was at least twice as fast as before, which made Fat Tiger and Yan Yi, who wanted to come forward to catch up, feel out of reach, so they had to give up the chase.
After the middle-aged man ran away, Yan Yi and the others came back to their senses and prepared to clean the battlefield to see what loot they had in this battle.
As for the younger brothers of those middle-aged men, they had already disappeared when the middle-aged men ran, and even the arrogant wind evolutionary who had been injured by Yan Yi before was gone, which showed that the speed of this group of people escaping was not ordinarily fast.
At this time, there were only the corpses of a few enemies left on the battlefield who had been killed by Fat Tiger and Mu Xueyi before, and after rummaging through them, only a few first-order crystal nuclei were found, Yan Yi was no longer interested. directly threw these bodies to Zhao Mei on the side, and asked her to send someone to dispose of the corpse.
After all this last night, Yan Yi, who was already sweating all over, sat on the ground and leaned against the wall behind him weakly, still panting in his mouth.
If you look closely now, you can still see that Yan Yi's whole body is trembling uncontrollably at this time, and sweat has already wet all of Yan Yi's clothes.
In the previous battle with the middle-aged man, Yan Yi could be said to have exhausted all his strength, but even so, he was still pressed and beaten by Xiong Shan, and there was no room for counterattack at all.
And Xiong Shan's big knife is faster than a knife, a knife is stronger than a knife, and Yan Yi is very passive when he hits, if it weren't for the timely arrival of the fat tiger in the end, Yan Yi would probably not be able to stop the knife and was cut in half by the other party.
This battle really let Yan Yi know the power of these ancient Chinese martial arts, unlike Zhou Changzhi, the declining descendant of ancient martial arts, this time Xiong Shan is obviously the descendant of a powerful ancient martial arts family.
The inheritance power of this family was very strong before the end of the world, and they all had their own forces, and they all had a group of loyal and powerful backstage under their hands.
Now Yan Yi has finally realized the strength of these ancient martial arts heirs, and he also has a greater desire to become stronger in his heart, and he also has a stronger expectation for the exploration of the Purple Mountain tomorrow.
After cleaning up the battlefield, the tired people returned to the previous private house and slept on the floor casually, this night was really tossed and unclear, only a few people who were on vigil for a while, everyone had fallen asleep deeply.