"Give me chase!" The Great Elder discerned the direction and chased in the direction of Mu Zifeng's escape. Xuan Chengmen has a unique tracking secret technique, as long as he locks on the target, he doesn't run, and he tries and tried.

In front of you is a dense jungle with bushes.

At this time, the east had already exuded a white fish's belly, and although the entire jungle was full of smoke, it was vaguely clear to see things.

Mu Zifeng hid in a magic tree, staring ahead with unblinking eyes. Two hundred meters in front of him, there were seven Xuan Chengmen powerhouses, lined up, searching in a dragnet style.

The highest cultivation among the seven people was the peak of the fifth-order Great Magician, a fat man in his forties. At this moment, he is standing in the middle of the team, attacking and retreating, and taking care of others, this formation makes Mu Zifeng also feel a headache.

He didn't have time to change out of his mud-stained clothes, even his little face was covered with mud, the mud on his body was half-dry, and from a distance, he looked like a demon beast wearing a set of black scale armor and a pair of red eyes.

Closer, closer, the seven people were getting closer and closer to him, less than a hundred meters, and the wheezing of the seven people could already be faintly heard.

Mu Zifeng weighed it, only by taking a few hits could he solve these seven guys, especially the great magician, he thought to himself that without twenty rounds, it was impossible to solve the battle!

"Fight!" Mu Zifeng's lower lip was about to be bitten by him, and a ruthless attack climbed up the corner of his mouth.

"Whew!"

He was like a cannonball out of his chest, pounced on the three monks on his right, and the demon borer, which had been dormant for a long time, immediately launched an attack on the remaining four people at the same time.

Although the demon borer controlled Mu Zi Zhou, who was at the peak of the fourth-order magician, it was controlled at the second-order demon stage, and Mu Zizhou's cultivation was also improved little by little later, so he was not very sure whether the four fifth-order great magicians below the four fifth-order great magicians in front of him could control it, so he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, after all, the difference in strength was really a bit different.

Turning into a green light, he launched an attack on the third person on the right, which was one of his top stunts, Light Slash, and he himself unleashed a Wind Breaking Palm at the two people on his right.

Cheetah Fighting Rabbit also used all his strength, and at this moment, he directly used two top martial arts.

"Poof", counting the third person on the right, a fourth-order demon master early stage monk was split in half in the blink of an eye, and the red blood flowed all over the ground. And the Wind Breaking Palm also hit the second person on the right, that person was the peak cultivation of the third-order magician, there was no doubt that that person instantly turned into a rain of blood.

The first person on the right, a fourth-order demon master peak monk with very rich experience in battle, seeing that his two companions were killed in the blink of an eye, he did not advance but retreated, a pair of four-color demon pupils were full of frightened looks, and he instantly retreated more than twenty meters, making Mu Zifeng's back hand fall short.

"Nima, this slippery head!" Mu Zifeng scolded, but there is nothing he can do about this slippery guy, you can't kill someone, and let people take the initiative to stretch their necks over.

He could only turn around and pounce on the fat man with the highest cultivation.

The fat man was only shocked, and the demon borer was shocked out of his body by him, curled up and did not move.

He hurriedly punched Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng turned sideways slightly, dodged the vital parts, and the immortal power turned into immortal liquid filled his right fist and blasted at the fat man.

"Tom tom" twice, the fists of the two hit each other respectively, the fat man's upper body shook a few times, unloaded his strength, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The right part of Mu Ping's chest was also deflated by more than half an inch, and a blood snake also flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't take a step back, and Shi unfolded his grappling hand and grabbed at the fat man's arm.

This is the martial art that comes with the Immortal Sutra, and the human race is generally practicing some hand-to-hand capture methods because the body is not as strong as the demon race.

In the Terran Tomb Mansion, Mu Zifeng felt that it was fun, and he also cultivated several kinds, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

The fat man was 1.85 meters tall and weighed more than 300 catties, with one arm stretched out, thicker than Mu Zifeng's thighs.

Mu Zifeng grabbed his thick wrist and broke it twice.

The fat man looked teasing, and his expression seemed to say, "Small, even if you dare to break your wrist with Lao Tzu?" didn't care about Mu Zifeng grabbing his wrist.

Mu Zifeng ignored the fat man's expression and inner thoughts, his hands were full of immortal power, his left hand hooked, his right hand pushed, and the direction of the reverse joint was suddenly pressed down, and with a click, the fat man's right arm was broken by him, and the bones were out of the skin.

"Ahh

The fat man let out a miserable scream, and in a hurry, his left hand was full of magic power, and he fanned Mu Zifeng's cheeks.

If he was allowed to fan him, Mu Zifeng's neck would be able to break him, and the strength of the peak of the fifth-order great demon should not be underestimated.

"Hey!"

Mu Zifeng screamed, and his body rotated with the fat man's body like a spinning top, but his hands never let go of the fat man's right arm.

This is the trick of grappling.

Seeing that the fat man's left hand was only less than ten centimeters away from Mu Zifeng's cheeks, the palm wind blew the latter's long black hair flying, but it couldn't hit him in the face.

The two of them are like spinning tops, dripping and spinning in place.

At this time, the first person on the right hand, the peak powerhouse of the fourth-order demon master, saw the opportunity, quietly approached, and slapped Mu Zifeng's back.

"Woo!" the palm wind whistled towards Mu Zifeng's back.

"Nima, dare to sneak attack the master!"

Mu Zifeng's spiritual power did not relax for a moment, after all, there were still four enemies there. As soon as he turned around, he turned the fat man's back and met the wind head-on.

"Poof", the man's palm wind hit the fat man's back, "Poof!" The fat man spat out a bigger mouthful of blood, and the blood spat out all on Mu Zifeng's face, and there were some broken internal organs in the blood.

"Third Elder, I really didn't mean to!" the man's face turned green, and he stood there vigorously reviewing.

Mu Zifeng didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, grabbed the fat man's left wrist, pressed the reverse joint, clicked, and the fat man's left arm was also broken by him.

"I'm grass!"

The fat man scolded, and the cold sweat on his head crackled and fell down. As the three elders in the sect, they are usually pampered and high-minded. He has nothing more than today, he has no ability, but he can't show it.

"Kill him for me!"

Mu Zifeng gave an order to the remaining three.

"What the hell? Jae...... Kill me?" The man who slapped the fat man looked at Mu Zifeng in surprise, and said in his heart: "Did you take the wrong medicine, dare to order our people to kill me!"

But what made him break his glasses even more happened, and the remaining three people did not hesitate to form a triangle and surrounded him in the middle, two palms and a flying sword beckoned at him.

"Second Qi, are you so crazy, see clearly, we are our own people!"

The monk named Qi Lao Er blushed with a blue face, "Whoever is with you is your own person, and you especially beat my master, you are my Qi Er's enemy!"

The strange scene, not only the man was stunned, but even the fat man couldn't figure it out.

"Where is this, when did this Terran kid still ambush a servant in our Xuancheng Gate?!"

"Grass, Qi Er, you eat things inside and outside, Lao Tzu has already seen that you are not pleasing to the eye!" the man scolded and slapped Qi Lao Er back.

Mu Zifeng nodded secretly, after this battle, he also measured that the demon borer can control anyone below the fifth-order great magician.

All of this is very tedious to write, but it happens in an instant.

"Boom!" The strength of the same fourth-order demon master, Qi Lao Er and that person's palm power collided, and the windswept wind made the surrounding bushes visibly turn into powder.

Don't forget, there are also two fourth-order demon master early stage cultivators who also attacked, although their attacks are not as good as Qi Lao'er's, they should not be underestimated.

The man just wanted to catch his breath, and a palm and a sword came to him.

"Puff" twice, and the palm and sword hit him respectively.

"Ahh

The man screamed, his body flew out more than thirty meters, and broke three half-meter-thick magic trees, and then he fell to the ground with a "click", puff puff and spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, his breath was so weak that he couldn't languish anymore, and completely lost his combat effectiveness.

"Second Qi, you bastard!" the fat man scolded.

You must know that that person and Qi Lao Er are both his third elder's people, usually good enough to wear a pair of pants, but now they are in the same room, how can this not make him feel resentful.

He raised his leg and kicked it under Qi Er's crotch.

"Don't forget, your opponent is me!"

Mu Zifeng stretched out his hand and nodded under the fat man's left ribs, a fifth-order great magician peak monk, just like this, in a kicking posture, not moving at all, like a sculpture.

Mu Zifeng's spiritual power moved, and he issued a command, and the sword light in the hand of the monk who made the sword flashed, and the head of the person who attacked was cut to the ground with a bang, and the blood in the cavity flowed out at once.

Ignoring the man, Mu Zifeng put his hand on the top of the fat man's head, and in less than three seconds, a piece of information was copied by him.

This is also a trick of the Immortal Gate Exercise, which can replicate the memory of the monk.

The corners of his mouth bent into a good-looking arc, and his right hand pinched the fat man's neck, and with a "click", the fat man's neck was twisted off by him, and the fat man's body twitched twice, and he fell to the ground, and the four-colored magic pupils slowly closed unwillingly. Until death, he still maintained a kicking position.

With a move of Mu Zifeng's hand, the storage bags of the four people who were killed fell into his hands, and as soon as his body was vertical, he jumped onto a hundred-meter-high magic tree a hundred meters away, took out a high-grade elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and breathed it out.

In the battle with the fat man, although he won by luck, but in the hard fight, he also suffered a lot of injuries, and if he didn't heal quickly, it would inevitably affect his cultivation foundation.

The remaining three, including Qi Laoer, were arranged in a triangle and fell straight to the ground, but the three pairs of eyes were dripping and boneless.