Mu Zifeng was thinking about fighting with Kun Mai and the others, when a woman's voice suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone was stunned.

Mu Zifeng looked up and saw a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old woman in a white dress descending from the sky with a small silver-white flying sword.

His heart froze, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

His spiritual power had already covered a radius of 4,000 meters, but he had not discovered the existence of this woman, what did this mean? It showed that either this woman's spiritual power was above him, or that this woman was carrying a magic treasure that blocked the exploration of spiritual power.

He peeked at the woman, and saw that her face was as white as jade, her nose was straight, her apricot eyes were slightly closed, her hair was in a high bun, and the peaks on her chest were towering, and she was full of the charm of a mature woman, like a ripe peach. The woman's dark eyes shone brightly, and the fragrance was gusting in the wind between her gestures, and she didn't know if she had applied any spices or the original body fragrance.

"Yin Xiaotao, you slut, are you finally willing to show up?" Kun Mai gritted his teeth and spoke, he glanced at Mu Zifeng, and then at the woman in front of him, "Sure enough, it's a pair of adulterers*!"

"Hmph!" Yin Xiaotao raised her head slightly, her apricot eyes widened, "You are especially an adulterer*, your whole family is an adulterer*!"

Judging from his speech, this Yin Xiaotao is not good at stubble, tricky and willful, and quite unreasonable.

"Isn't it your yin master?" Mu Zifeng ignored the surrounding eyes and glared at Yin Xiaotao.

"Yo, little brother, my sister didn't mean to yin you, my sister took a fancy to you!" Yin Xiaotao turned her head and smiled at Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng felt his brain dizzy, "This woman must be a fox spirit, or she has cultivated some charm technique," just one smile can make a man lose six and a half souls of seven souls.

"You ......" Mu Zifeng was speechless, and his face turned red.

"Giggles, little brother will be shy!" Yin Xiaotao laughed out loud, and the laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell.

"What a stunner!" Mu Zifeng found that in addition to Kun Mai, the monks present had even set up a small tent in front of the two people's wide trousers.

"Are you two done?" Kun Mai said coldly, "Am I the protagonist, okay?" The feeling of being ignored made his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Since you are in such a hurry to see your grandma, then your aunt will give you a ride!" Yin Xiaotao said lightly, and did not forget to throw a wink at Mu Zifeng mischievously.

"Little brother, are you interested in sending these people back to Grandma's house with your sister?" she turned her head and smiled at Mu Zifeng again.

"Eldest sister, don't be like this, okay!" Mu Zifeng complained, and shrank back without a trace, trying not to make the tent in front of him visible.

He looked at the woman's cultivation with cold eyes, and since he had cultivated the Immortal Sutra, he could see through the monk's cultivation at a glance. He found that the woman in front of him was also in the early stage of the sixth-order great magician, but her face was slightly pale, and there was a little tiredness in her expression, obviously her injuries had not healed, and it would be good to be able to cultivate to the middle stage of the fifth-order great magician.

No wonder she wants to join forces with herself.

can be the same as a human race, and the other party is still a woman, can he just walk away and stay out of the matter?

The answer is definitely no, that's too ungentleman!

He nodded immediately, "But the ugly thing said ahead, the old thing's bow belongs to me!"

"Giggles, deal!"

Hearing this, Kun Mai's nose almost crooked, "What kind of thing? What do you think of the old man? Could it be that the old man is a papier-mâché tiger!"

"Little brother, sister, I'll deal with this old immortal, those little fish and shrimp are all handed over to you!" the woman said, taking a step forward, a pale white light flashed, and the flying sword in her hand slashed at Kunmai's neck.

Mu Zifeng's heart warmed, "It seems that this woman is not a big-chested and brainless person." ”

He was no longer slacking off, a dark green light flashed, and the nearest third-order peak mage was cut into two by him, and blood rained all over the sky.

"How this kid deals with the two elders, you can deal with him!" Kun Mai hurriedly gave an order, he took out a pitch-black magic knife from the storage bag, lit up the nine layers of prohibition, and a thick bloody aura instantly diffused towards Yin Xiaotao.

The rest of the monks felt a pang in their hearts, the Great Elder was asking them to adopt a close-quarters encirclement tactic against this kid. They looked at each other one by one, and none of them would be the first to step forward, and the first to step forward, needless to say, would definitely be dead and dead.

"Why don't you hesitate, otherwise, you all have to die!" The Great Elder who was fighting with Yin Xiaotao saw that none of these subordinates would come forward, and roared angrily.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Three monks who were not afraid of death quietly walked around Mu Zifeng's back, eager to try, and one of them reached out to grab his arm.

Mu Zifeng's face was full of waves, and after such a while, two more monks were killed on the spot. In addition to Kun Mai and the two sticks, there were eight of the eleven monks left in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, the three people also deceived him behind his back.

One of the monks fell to his knees and hugged his thigh.

"I've got him under control, do it, you must kill him!" the monk was ecstatic.

The other two fourth-order peak magicians stepped forward together and stretched out their hands to grab Mu Zifeng's arm.

It has to be said that Kunmai's tactics are extremely effective. If these two people are caught, Mu Zifeng will become a lamb to the slaughter.

Mu Zifeng held a cucumber stand with both hands and the two monks, but the monk at his feet held his legs tightly, and the other five people also came around.

The situation is critical.

"Nima, is it so easy for the master to be caught?"

Mu Zifeng rose on the spot, his body was like a spinning top spinning at high speed, the fourth-order demon mid-stage monk who hugged his leg was worthy of being a diehard, no matter how Mu Zifeng shook it, but his hands never let go.

"Grass!" Mu Zifeng scolded, made a jack drop, bent his knees, and smashed it against the ground.

There was a "click", and the hard knee pressed against the chest of the monk who was holding his legs, and his chest was smashed into it, and the whole sternum was pressed against his back.

"Ahh

He screamed in pain, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, spraying Mu Zifeng's whole body. Hanging on the mud scales, it is very dazzling.

But after the monk had squirted the last mouthful of blood, he was silent, and it was obvious that he was no longer alive.

The two failed monks both raised their palms and slapped Mu Zifeng's back.

At this moment, Mu Zifeng didn't have time to take care of it at all. He only gritted his teeth and stiffened.

"Die!"

The two of them broke out in unison.

"Poof!" The two palms struck Mu Zifeng's back firmly, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Mu Zifeng grinned, the huge pain made his eyes glow, and his body staggered.

After being slapped by two fourth-order demon master peak powerhouses, he was also churning with qi and blood, his throat seemed to be unblocked, and the salty liquid rushed out. He could only close his mouth, bite his lower lip, and swallow his throat, swallowing the liquid little by little.

"Nima, look for death!" he cursed in his heart, endured the Venus in front of him, waved his hand and slapped two palms respectively, the two monks didn't have time to celebrate, their heads were smashed like watermelons.

Although six people were solved, Mu Zifeng was also seriously injured, and his face was pale.

The remaining five people glanced at each other, each could see the light in their eyes, and without giving an order, they themselves took advantage of the situation to launch a ruthless attack, which was what they were best at.

The flying swords of two of the monks slashed towards Mu Zifeng's neck with the sound of the wind. The other three monks stretched out their hands and grabbed at his limbs, and even You Yu and Sui Xin raised their feet and kicked at him with excited faces.

On one side is a crumbling person, and on the other side is a lively five people plus two sticks.

A smile appeared at the corner of Kunmai's mouth, the difference in strength was too great, and the victory or defeat was not the lice on the monk's head - was it clearly there.

"You deceive people so much!"

The black and green rays of light in Mu Zifeng's eyes suddenly spewed out more than a meter, and the wind beads were also mobilized by him from the gossip diagram, "Let me go to hell for the master!" He shouted, and in his right hand, the emerald green palm shadow of the ruler suddenly grew to a diameter of two feet, and a terrifying aura emanated with the emerald green palm shadow.

Since he went from a warlock to an immortal, he didn't know how many times he could play the Wind Breaking Palm, but he estimated that it would not be more than three times, because the Wind Breaking Palm consumed too much fairy power, and it was also one of his hole cards, but now, at this moment of life and death, he couldn't care so much anymore, and he showed this top stunt with all his might.

The emerald green palm shadow was like the scythe of death, and everywhere it passed, it was devastated, first the two flying swords broke inch by inch, then the three monks in front of them turned into a rain of blood, and then the two monks who used the flying swords were hit with a big hole in their chests, and finally the two kicking sticks were shot out for more than fifty meters, convulsions, and burping.

There was silence all around. Only the bloody breath in the air kept drifting. In the blink of an eye, thirteen monks, fallen!

The sudden change made the woman in the fierce battle and Kunmai forget to make a move, and the two stared at everything in front of them in a daze, almost unable to believe their eyes.

"It's scary!"

Kunmai felt that his hands trembled slightly, and his fighting spirit was losing for a while.

That's eleven monks, it's the elite of the Xuancheng Sect's elites, which one is not a third-order demon or above cultivation, just died, and died in less than a cup of tea, what a difficult character this other party must be.

The woman's beautiful eyes shone brightly, and her handsome face, which was slightly pale, was covered with a trace of blood because of excitement.

Mu Zifeng stood there straight, like a Shura who had walked out of the Shura field, the black light and green light in his eyes had disappeared, and he felt as if he had been emptied, his arms were sore, and he had no strength to raise them.

He reached out and slowly took out a handful of elixir from the storage bag, lowered his head and reluctantly put it into his mouth, "crunched" and crushed, swallowed it with the last bit of strength, and didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, sat down on the spot, closed his eyes and breathed.

After hesitating for less than a breath, Kun Mai suddenly opened his eyes angrily, glared at the four-colored demon pupils, and flew towards Mu Zifeng.