It was noon, and the sun was blazing.

The heat scorched the earth to the point of white gas, as if it was about to melt.

On the top of a hill ten miles outside the city of Mosa, two people thirty meters apart confronted each other under the scorching sun.

Chongxi stood the man, one meter eighty-four tall, with a young and resolute face, long black hair neatly tied behind his head, and a gray cloth coat, although it was a coarse cloth texture, but when worn on a young man, it did not look shabby and ugly at all, but had a sense of unearthly beauty.

The man standing opposite him, about forty years old, nearly two meters tall, dressed in a black robe, his gray eyes flashed with black, yellow, blue, red and blue, multicolored light, but the light was completely covered in a gloomy atmosphere, flashing dark, cold, similar to the color of death, lifeless.

The two people facing each other are Mu Zifeng and the Demon Yi, known as the messenger of death.

"Jiji, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that you would dare to come out of the city with the old man, how about it, are you satisfied with the burial place that the old man chose for your little rabbit cub?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say. Mu Zifeng's face was full of waves, and his dark eyes were firmly locked on Demon Yi.

According to Mu Zifeng's original intention, he wanted to control the demon in the Demon Sa City, and then use the killer, with the increase of the Bagua Diagram, six of the demon borers were already infinitely close to the adults. He was eighty percent sure that he would briefly control the Demon, and then kill him.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yi actually proposed to let Mu Zifeng and him go to the suburbs for a decisive battle, which was exactly what Mu Zifeng meant.

Either way, he didn't want to let Magic Shine go. As a monk who is good at assassination, the lethality caused by it is unimaginable, and he doesn't want such a viper-like opponent to live in this world, if this poisonous snake is not good for Moorman and Fuwei, he will not have time to cry.

It's really uncomfortable to be remembered.

Moreover, since he came to the demon world, Mu Zifeng has not yet fought with the monk, you must know that the combat experience is also very valuable for the monk, and he has not really experienced the fight of life and death, just like the flowers in the greenhouse, he can't see a little wind and rain setback.

Therefore, he also declined Quan Lao's kindness to help him and decided to fight alone. After all, although a crutch is good, it is a crutch after all, and you have to improve your own ability.

The cold light flashed, and the magic light showed his weapon, which was a pair of daggers that flashed with cold light, the daggers were not long, two feet long, the surface was pitch black, only the side flashed with a green cold light, and at first glance it was full of poison, and the existence of blood sealing the throat was seen.

After a cup of tea, the Magic Flame finally moved.

The dagger with cold light held the flower, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed Mu Zifeng's chest.

The rumors are true, and Demon Yi is really a speed-type monk.

If it weren't for refining the Wind Bead and improving his spiritual power with the help of the Demon Wind Overlord Chrysanthemum and the Violet Wind Vine, it would be difficult for Mu Zifeng to see the path of the Demon Flame clearly.

The distance of thirty meters flashed, Mu Zifeng flashed and twisted his waist, his body was like a spinning top, and he quickly turned to the side of Demon Yi, turning his magic power into a palm, and his right palm was facing Mo Yi's head, and he slammed it over.

Demon Yi is worthy of being a second-order magician, and his combat experience is quite rich, seeing that Mu Zifeng dodged his assassination, his body also turned, and he opened the bow left and right, the dagger in his left hand stabbed at Mu Zifeng's neck, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed at his waist, easily resolving his moves.

Mu Zifeng's right palm move was old, not entangled, and he dodged back, like a leaf, and withdrew from the battle circle lightly, and the attack of the magic flash suddenly failed.

"Nima, have you cultivated the Wind Shadow Step?" Demon Shine stood in place in amazement.

That's right, this trick used by Mu Zifeng is the first level of the Wind Shadow Step - Wind Shadow Trace.

"Cao, who said I can't cultivate the Wind Stepping Shadow Step?" Mu Zifeng showed a smile that was angry and deadly.

"Little rabbit cub, Lao Tzu's things, you dare to move, Lao Tzu must kill you!" Demon Yi was furious, and his gray eyes were dyed with a hint of blood red because of anger.

With the lightness of the wind and shadow steps, Mu Zifeng and Mo Yi circled in one place. Between you and me, I saw two figures coming and going, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, less than a cup of tea, the two of them fought for more than 30 rounds, and the entire mountain was razed to the ground by magic.

As a second-order magician, Mo Yi can be said to have crawled out of the pile of dead, and he has quite rich combat experience. In particular, his magic power is endless, far superior to Mu Zifeng several times.

At first, Mu Zifeng relied on the lightness of the Wind Shadow Step, and he was able to fight against the Demon Beam, but after a long time, the disadvantage was revealed, after all, the difference between the two of them was four great realms, and the gap between the Demon Warrior and the Demon Master was insurmountable, and after fighting for less than half an hour, his breath was a little heavy, and the Wind Shadow Step was far less comfortable than before.

But his eyes were full of joy.

Through the battle with the Demon Flash, he found that he was becoming more and more proficient in performing the Wind Shadow Walk, and he became more and more proficient, and the Wind Shadow Trail, the Wind Shadow, the Wind Shadow, and the Wind Traceless, the switch between the three did not need to adjust the magic again, and could reach the point of smoothing the hair.

His whole person was like a fallen leaf, although it was floating and rootless, but it did as he pleased, and the magic power consumed was less than one-third of the previous one. He knew that in just one battle, he had reached the point where he had reached the third level of the Wind Stepping Step.

Mo Yi also saw the weakness of Mu Zifeng's lack of strength, and he put away the dagger, intending to compete with Mu Zifeng for magic power. Although he is not good at fighting hard, but when there is a difference of four realms in strength, what about competing for internal strength? In the face of absolute strength, everything is empty talk.

He has this self-confidence, after all, one force will drop ten.

He even imagined the miserable appearance of Mu Zifeng and his encounter, he had already made up his mind that for Mu Zifeng, he would beat him to a serious injury, and then slowly torture him, so that he would be worse than dead, so that he could ask about the cultivation method of the wind and shadow step.

You know, for this coveted thing, he killed a full 142 members of the Crazy Snake Gate, so what if he killed one more?

Demon Yi flew to a place ten meters in front of Mu Zifeng's body, his right palm was raised, and the pitch-black palm that had already been filled with magic power faintly emitted a foul smell, which was the Jade Tiger Gate's high-level martial arts "Demon Palm".

Don't look at the Demon Yi is a speed-type close-range attack monk, but he has never let go of his martial arts practice, and this demon clutch is enough to easily beat a first-order demon master to serious injury.

Mu Zifeng had already understood the intention of the Demon Yi, he was engrossed, and a beam of spiritual power poured into the wind beads in the Bagua Diagram Xunmen, and pulled the wind beads out of the Bagua Diagram and spun them in his mind, he felt that his body was light, and the wind beads blessed the speed of the Wind Shadow Step by thirty percent, and that thirty percent was the key to determining the outcome of the victory!

He also stretched out his right hand and slapped it at the Demon Beam.

said that it was too late, and it was too fast, and the wind of the magic light came to Mu Zifeng's body in the blink of an eye.

With a "boom", the two palms touched, and the ground in front of Mu Zifeng was blasted open by the palm wind, a deep pit ten meters long and three meters deep.

"Whew-"

Mu Zifeng shouted, his body was like a kite with a broken string, it was blasted out thirty meters, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his breath suddenly withered.

On the other hand, Demon Yi only took three steps back, swaying from side to side, and completely unloaded his strength.

The opportunities on the battlefield are changing rapidly, and Mo Yi obviously knows this truth, he pouted, and leaned forward, two daggers flashing with ghostly light flashed out of his sleeves, and he held them in his hands, and the eagle flew down like a rabbit, stabbing at Mu Zifeng's neck.

A hint of cunning flashed on Mu Zifeng's face, "What the young master is waiting for is your move!" I saw his right palm raised, and a jade-like emerald palm shadow with a diameter of more than two feet flew out suddenly, and slapped straight towards the chest of Demon Yi, which was the top martial art he had never performed before-the Wind Breaking Palm.

The name of the second-order demon master of the Demon Flame was really not in vain, seeing Mu Zifeng's palm power attacking him, a feeling of danger instantly surged throughout his body, and every cell issued a warning of danger. He slammed himself in the air and moved half a foot to the left, avoiding the position of his heart.

"Poof", the Wind Breaking Palm instantly hit Demon Yi's right shoulder, although the sound was small, but the strength was very huge. This time it was the turn of the Demon Flash, he was like a kite with a broken string, flying into the sky, until he flew nearly a hundred meters, he hit the ground with a bang, a mouthful of red blood sprayed out, and the two daggers were long gone.

As he flew in mid-air, Demon Yi's right arm and right shoulder turned into bones and flesh, scattering in all directions, and the blood mist spread into the air, spreading a thick bloody aura, and the entire mountain was shrouded in slaughter.

Mu Zifeng knew that he was four big realms away from the other party, and he was still fighting hard with Demon Yi, was he stupid?

The answer, of course, is no. How could he be stupid, he just wanted to actually test the effect of the Wind Breaking Palm martial arts. Although it was a bit risky, he didn't test it, and his heart itched.

In the cultivation room of the Tianfang Tower, in order not to destroy the facilities there, he had never used the Wind Breaking Palm in its entirety, so he didn't know how powerful the Wind Breaking Palm could be.

"Let's use the Magic Light as a litmus test!"

He has been showing weakness to the enemy, just to create conditions for him to cast the Wind Breaking Palm. Under the amplification of the wind bead, Mu Zifeng used all his strength without reservation, and the power of this palm was beyond imagination.

To be on the safe side, the demon moth had already left his body, and it was lurking not far from the demon light, and it was six at a time, but he didn't give the order to attack.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you. To be merciful to the enemy is to be irresponsible to oneself.

Mu Zifeng's figure flashed, and he came to the front of the Demon Yi in three breaths, and found that the Demon Yi had fainted, his right arm was gone, his right shoulder was blood-red, the residual flesh was drooping, and the white bones of Sen Sen were out of his body.

With a sweep of his palm, Demon Yi's neck was swept off by him, his head tilted, and his breath slowly dissipated until it turned into nothingness.

Second-Order Magician Demon Shine, Fall!

In fact, Demon Yi is really a bit of a big one, his strength is assassination, hiding in a dark corner, and killing the enemy with one blow.

The reason why he dared to confront Mu Zifeng face to face was that he saw that his opponent was too weak, and he was the peak of the seventh-order magician, and himself, as the patter knew, was already a second-order magician, in the face of absolute strength, Mo Yi had the confidence to believe that this was just a one-sided game, as simple as playing a house, which Cheng thought, the gutter overturned, and he also lost his life.

As soon as Mu Zifeng stretched out his hand, the fluorescence flashed, and the six demon borers were received by him, and he fell asleep in the gossip diagram. The wind bead also returned to Xunmen, and the Bagua map began to rotate slowly again.

Suddenly, the magic liquid in Mu Zifeng's dantian tumbled, and with a snort, as if a membrane had been broken, he knew that the cultivation that had been strongly suppressed had broken through again!

He felt that the blood and magic liquid in his meridians flowed faster, and the magic power he had consumed before reached its peak in an instant. The physical injuries and the mental energy consumed are also slowly recovering.

"Papapa, what a hero from ancient times!" With three rounds of applause, suddenly, a voice exploded steeply in his ears.