Mu Yang was very sure that he had never heard this person's voice before.

But what surprised them even more was that this guy wasn't even afraid of Falling Moon Valley? Knowing that they were disciples of Falling Moon Valley, how dare they be so arrogant?

In the night, a figure walked out of the direction of the voice, looking very thin, about one and a half meters tall, carrying a large meniscus knife on his shoulder.

Reflecting the firelight, Mu Yang was finally able to see the appearance of this person, this person's two front teeth were very prominent, skinny as firewood, and he was wearing a cupola braid, if it weren't for his imposing momentum, it would really make people mistakenly think that it was a lost child.

The little man was wearing a small khaki shorts and a red belly pocket with the word "wind" written in the middle of the belly pocket.

Seeing him dressed like this, four words instantly appeared in Mu Yang's mind, Wind Blade Cottage!

Now Mu Yang finally knows the meaning of what he just said, the third master and the second master of the Wind Blade Cottage died because of him, no wonder he is coming to the door now.

The point is that after staying in the Falling Moon Valley for so long, Muyang almost forgot about this stubble.

Mu Yang quickly searched his memory, this person should be Li Zhiyuan of the Easy Dart Bureau mentioned to him, the big boss of the Wind Blade Cottage, and also the strongest person in their group, Blood Wind!

It is said that his cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Spirit Vein Realm, and in the circle of bandits, it is already quite good. After all, a good spirit warrior, if the talent is really good, who wants to be a bandit.

Moreover, the bandits are all outlaws, and they look down on life and death, but they take the righteousness of their brothers very seriously, and the two brothers died, so it's no wonder that he doesn't seek revenge from Muyang.

Mu Yang also understood why he was not afraid of their identity as a disciple of Falling Moon Valley, he was not afraid of Falling Moon Valley looking for trouble at all, and it was a big deal to escape from the Ghost Forest.

Besides, there is no one else in this deep mountain and old forest, as long as the three of them are wiped out, the news will not be spread at all.

Blood Wind licked the two front teeth, staring at the three of them like prey, and playing with three thin needle-like darts in his left hand, "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you, my Blood Wind has killed countless people in my life, but this disciple of Falling Moon Valley is really the first time, haha, today is just a good start!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Qin Yun's eyes, and his grip became tighter and tighter.

A few days ago, he refined the treasure given by the Great Elder of the Infinite Sect, and his spiritual power level was raised to the second rank, the same as Chen Lingfeng.

At this moment, the white spiritual power around him was mixed with a trace of lightning, which was the power of the thunder tribulation given to him by the round stone!

With Chen Lingfeng and Qin Yun's two second-class spiritual powers, even if the realm is two levels apart, they still have the strength to fight!

Chen Lingfeng didn't say a word, the long sword shot out, and a sword light slashed out, and at the same time, Qin Yun lifted the spear and stabbed it forward, and a little thunder light gathered on the tip of the spear, cooperating with the sword light.

Blood Wind sneered twice, the spiritual power rioted, and a stream of rich blood-colored spiritual power wrapped him, and the blood wind seemed to be incarnated into a bloody demon, laughing wildly!

Rumble!

Blood Wind wielded the big sword, and the strong spiritual power directly shook back the sword light, Blood Wind retreated a few steps, and a knife draped on the tip of the spear, bursting out a large number of sparks, Qin Yun hurriedly stopped, turned his right hand, and pulled the spear back.

"Qin Yun, pick him off!"

Chen Lingfeng jumped up, and the remnant wind palm in his left hand set off a violent wind, blowing up leaves all over the sky, obscuring the sight of the blood wind.

Qin Yun took advantage of the situation to confuse his figure with strange footwork, and his spear pointed at the ground, piercing the bloody calf.

Chen Lingfeng and Qin Yun have been opponents for many years, and they know each other's tactics and consciousness well, the two who used to be opponents are now joining forces, and their tacit understanding is extremely high, and they even only need a look to know each other's next moves, and the power exerted by the two is far beyond the imagination of Blood Wind.

Just as soon as the confrontation began, Blood Wind found that he was a little light, he retreated again and again, blowing away the surrounding leaves with his spiritual power, trying to ensure that he could have a clear vision within a meter of himself, even so, Qin Yun's spear still used various tricky angles, making him unguardable.

"Hehe, he is worthy of being a disciple of Falling Moon Valley, he does have two hits, and three bloody blades!"

Suddenly, the big knife in the hand of the blood wind shone with a blood-red light, like a blood mark held in his hand, there seemed to be blood droplets in it crumbling, and the cold wind blew through the blade, making a piercing howl, as if the soul that had died under this knife was howling.

The blood wind suddenly exerted force, slashing three times in a row, each sword swinging out a three-meter-long crescent-shaped blood light, aiming directly at Qin Yun!

Fighting against the two of them at the same time, it was impossible to end the battle in a short period of time, so he wanted to break them one by one and forcibly disassemble the cooperation of Qin Yun and Chen Lingfeng!

The murderous aura in the blood light was terrifying, and it contained terrifying destructive power, as if it could cut through everything.

Qin Yun was startled, a backflip opened the distance, the spear was placed on his waist and turned around a few times, attached to a large amount of spiritual power, and the spirit pattern flickered, "First style, piercing clouds!"

The tip of the spear flashed with dazzling brilliance, and it directly withstood the first blood light, Qin Yun was pushed back by the blood light and slid back a full three meters, and with a turn of his hand, the energy exploded, and with a huge explosion, this neutralized the first blood light.

Qin Yun's right arm trembled and was numb, and the tiger's mouth had cracked, but he didn't have time to rest, and the second blood light was already approaching in front of him.

Qin Yun shook his spear extremely quickly and stabbed out the afterimage.

"The second type, the clouds are scattered!"

This time, although Qin Yun barely resisted the second blood light, he was knocked upside down and flew out, rolling on the ground several times, and the spear was also out of his hand.

The fifth-level blood wind of the Spirit Vein Realm was still too powerful for Qin Yun, and the martial arts used by the blood wind could not be blocked by Qin Yun alone.

Seeing that the third blood light had broken through the blast wind and was getting closer and closer to Qin Yun, the corners of the blood wind in the distance were raised, and he smiled proudly, as if he had seen Qin Yun being split in half.

Directly between Blood Wind and Qin Yun, Chen Lingfeng was furious, and chased after him as fast as he could, wanting to intercept him, but he was too far away to support him, so he could only shout: "Qin Yun!

However, Qin Yun had just been injured and had not recovered yet, in such a short distance, it was difficult for him to turn over and stand up, how to dodge?

Do you have to give an account here today?

At this moment, Qin Yun felt extremely depressed, as if he had been choked by something, unable to breathe, and the feeling of death was so close to him for the first time.

It seemed that the whole world was silent, and there was only the desperate blood light in front of me, and the figure that was desperately speeding up and hoarse after the blood light......

At this moment, he seemed to be less afraid, and he closed his eyes, ready for this cruel end.

However, vaguely, he seemed to hear that nasty voice behind him: "Burial Dragon Divine Finger!"