The most difficult is the No. 1 factory building here in Muzi.

After the royal sister regretted and was shocked, she was full of hatred for Muzi, and coldly ordered the two bodyguards next to her: "Don't worry about my safety, kill that kid,"

The two bodyguards obeyed the words of the royal sister, and without the slightest hesitation, they strode forward and rushed towards Muzi to attack.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, and when the two stepped out, they brought up the swift wind clothes and made a hunting pop. The speed was far beyond ordinary people, and when they passed through the crowd of rioting prisoners, ordinary people just felt a cold wind blowing in their faces, and a black shadow flashed in front of them.

The two people who burst out blocked Muzi's figure one after the other. One was armed with two short sticks, and the other was holding a scimitar more than a foot long. Attack one after the other at the same time.

The time of the attack is almost the same, and the angle of attack and killing is up and down, and it is obvious that the two have cooperated for many years, and the tacit understanding is naturally formed, and the angle of attack and killing does not need to be deliberately adjusted and modified, it is simple and direct. The back bounced, and the short stick smashed into the head from top to bottom. The front cat waist rushes forward, and the scimitar sweeps the waist and abdomen to take the middle.

Muzi's sudden attack made the royal sister pause for a moment in shock. But in just a moment, Muzi has solved all the dark pavilions, and at this time, he can meet the two without distractions.

In the face of the attack and killing in front and back, Leng snorted and moved sideways to avoid the short stick that fell from top to bottom in the rear, and at the same time raised with one foot, and his lower leg blocked the arm with the knife sweeping.

The short stick in the back smashed into the air, and the bodyguard who landed on the ground sank his feet, and immediately stabilized his body with a stride, and his gesture changed to a short stick and smashed obliquely, and went straight to Muzi's neck.

The latter turned around and raised his fist hard, and there was a gold and iron blow, it turned out that the short stick was made of hard metal, and the hardness was not much different from the bracelet and anklet that he had just secretly opened.

The short stick is fine, but the person holding the short stick really can't stand the strength of Muzi. After the blow, he retreated again and again, and the arm holding the short stick was painful and trembling slightly.

Muzi shook the short stick with his fist, but it was very easy. The hardness of the fist is not weaker than the opponent's short stick, and after a blow, there is no damage on the fist, not even a trace.

The regressing bodyguard was a little messy. He even suspected for a moment that the young man in front of him was an old monster from the middle and upper three realms of the martial arts, otherwise how could his flesh and blood body be so strong.

After this punch, Muzi would not doubt the blade of the short knife in front of him at all. In the absence of Yuan Force and Laws, it seems that he can really cut his skin easily.

Chi Dao man's arm was blocked. Because Mu Zi was lifting his leg in the middle of retreating, the force was not large, and it did not affect Chi Dao's arm. The other party was extremely flexible, and at the moment when his arm was blocked, he jumped and rolled over Muzi's arm, fell to the ground, curled up, and rolled forward like a wheel.

As he approached Kiko, the dagger swept again, and the target went straight to the moving feet.

Just repelled the short-stick man, Muzi happened to be free. Facing the short knife wielding under him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. , a foot quickly raised, and then fell instantly, impartially stepping on the short knife. With a strong and heavy kick, he trampled the short knife into the ground with a bang.

The speed was too fast, and the sudden powerful force made the hand holding the short knife instantly sore. When he swung it again by inertia, only the half-held palm remained, and the short knife was already out of his hand.

A scimitar more than a foot long, the blade of which is tilted into the ground. With the hilt and a very small part of the blade, he reclined on the ground.

Now or never. Muzi took a step forward, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked at the chest of the knife-wielding man. The latter also woke up, and hurriedly retracted his arms and crossed them in front of his chest, trying to block the threatening kick against him.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how hard Muzi's body is and how strong his strength is. The toes of the forward kick were just against the crossed arms, and the sharp toes did not stop, and the kicks broke through the arms and went straight to the chest.

The man was kicked away in horror, and flew into the air before the sound of bones shattering could be heard. It can be seen that the power is so great and the speed that it faintly exceeds the speed of sound. With a bang, he slammed into the wall, and the whole person was embedded in the wall, still maintaining a sideways flying posture, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose and eyes. No breath.

It's not that the enemy is too weak, but that Muzi is too strong, and he can fight and kill fierce beasts in the subtle realm, and the strength of his physical body can be imagined.

A series of coherent movements are completed in one go, as if there is the momentum of a generation of masters. It's not that Muzi has received any special training or has been instructed by a master. It's just that there are too many books to read in the library, and the shape* covers all fields. Muzi, who has learned lessons from failure, is naturally particularly interested in books about martial arts explanations.

In addition, the prisoners in the prison have their own housekeeping skills. Even if you are not a martial artist, you have something outstanding among ordinary people, otherwise how can you dare to challenge the bottom line of the law. From time to time, some people learn to compare the actions in movies and television, and some people talk about long martial arts commentaries or martial arts novels.

While others focus on the ups and downs of the plot and the protagonist's counterattack and bloody plot, Muzi focuses on the bits and pieces involved in martial arts. The strength of the Sky Control Realm in the God Realm is in a place like the end of the law like the earth. Compared to the land immortals who are passed down by word of mouth, it is nothing more than that, and it is natural to concentrate on studying some basic moves and transformations of martial arts.

In addition to the understanding of the martial arts of the battle twice, it is natural to have today's achievements. , once it was a battle with the sword and ink of the herbivorous silver-horned dragon clan, and the sword ink had a little martial arts meaning. Once at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, he was defeated by one enemy and three times, and was captured and thrown into prison.

The mess of one enemy and three defeats is because the strength of the three people is much stronger than these two, and they are not at the same level at all. In Muzi's ignorance, he started a war with others, and he didn't want to kill the other party. There is also the unfamiliarity with martial arts and the discomfort of one's body in the land of the end of the law, which is the combined consequence.

At this time, when the life and death struggle, coupled with the precipitation of the past year, the current situation has emerged.

The man with a short stick saw his companion killed, and after the rabbit died and the fox was sad, he couldn't help but be a little afraid, the young man in front of him was definitely not his own enemy, and his eyes turned to think of a way to retreat. Sister Yu's safety has been left behind, she is just an employer, and the choice between life and money is not a fool who will choose the former.

But Muzi really didn't want to give him a chance, just when the man stepped back gently, thinking about leaving without knowing it. Muzi turned around suddenly, suddenly accelerated, and came straight towards the man. It's staggering. It's like a shadow that instantly kills in front of you.

The man knew that he had been targeted, and his hope of escape was almost gone. It's better to let go than to be killed, swing the short stick in the direction of Muzi, and smash it towards the opponent's head.

Unexpectedly, Muzi's body leaned slightly as he ran, and his direction changed. The short stick that wanted to smash into his head was now traveling in the direction of his shoulder, which happened to be the shoulder of his fist.

The fist that rushed forward suddenly rose to block the incoming short stick. The bat bounces upwards. But Muzi's body really didn't stop, and he was still rushing forward. The other arm slammed into a fist faster than the man with the stick had expected. In horror, the fist hit the skull. In martial arts, people should be broken, and they must be broken.

Glancing at Yuli, who was trembling all over her body and at a loss, Muzi ignored it and ran to the No. 2 factory without stopping. After a glance, I found that the situation was good, and everything was still under the control of the bamboo pole.

The footsteps did not stop running, and when I saw that the No. 3 plant was also relatively smooth, my heart was slightly relieved and went straight to No. 4. As soon as I stepped into the factory, I immediately felt bad, and the strong smell of blood made Muzi feel a trace in his heart.

The sound of a series of gunshots was piercing and even more worrying, and Fang Qinghan's figure was found in the chaos. Hiding behind a tall iron block, the turtle cowered in the corner of the wall motionless, life and death unknown. The polished, smooth and shiny iron is like a mirror, reflecting the scene inside the factory, and Muzi can see himself in the iron, but he can't see Fang Qinghan behind the iron.

There were also few death row inmates left, and they hid behind bunkers and hid in corners. There were only a handful of survivors, fist-sized spears, ordinary iron plates that could be shot through with a single shot. Only some dead corners that are hidden behind iron blocks or out of sight are lucky enough to survive.

There is not a single over-the-top regulator left.

Regardless of the rain of bullets, Muzi rushed into the No. 4 factory without hesitation. As soon as the footsteps were raised, a bullet from behind shot into the ground and exploded into a large crater. His clothes were grazed by bullets, and the flames were burning with green smoke. The scalp and the bullet passed by, and you could feel the heat on it.

It's just that Muzi is fast enough, and after aiming at it, he is so good at pulling the trigger, Muzi has already rushed out to change his position. As he ran, his hands kept throwing out the stones. * Exploding roar and smashing large swaths of the walls.

Plant No. 4 ran from beginning to end. After the constant roar, the gunfire died down, and the factory was quiet, except for the thick smell of blood and the choking smoke.

The poor boy's life and death were unknown, Muzi was anxious, and the gunfire stopped and scanned the surroundings. The small black hole was all solved, and after confirming that there was no danger, he strode towards Fang Qinghan's direction.

At this moment, behind the mirror-like iron block, one leg was red. Through the bright red blood, deep white bones can be seen. After the bullet exploded, it exploded a deep pit the size of a bowl in the leg, and the flesh at the base of the leg was half the size of a fist, so that the thigh was not broken. But it's no different from breaking off.

I heard the gunfire outside gradually stopping. The poor boy was a little puzzled. Raising his head slightly, his blood-patterned hideous and terrifying face was covered with dense beads of sweat. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, resisting the urge to scream in pain, and struggled hard a few times, so that he could raise his head higher and probe farther, so that he could see the situation outside.

When the poor boy's gaze swept over the mirror-like side of the iron block, it was reflected at the corner of the ceiling and the wall. A fist-sized muzzle, originally aimed at its own direction, was slowly moving.

The white ceiling and white walls are particularly eye-catching, with the pitch-black muzzles exposed. It was difficult for Fang Qinghan not to pay attention, and looked in the direction of the muzzle movement.

I happened to see that the young man who had been with him day and night for the past year was frowning and looking sad, staring at the mirror-like iron and running to this side. It is not difficult to see that this running boy poured all his thoughts into the iron, specifically on the poor boy behind the iron. Nervousness was written all over his face, and he didn't think about anything else, just running behind the iron block to see what was going on.

Completely ignorant of the danger above their heads and the impending death.