While the two mages were fighting, Mu Ziyun fell into a bitter battle.

He used his body to distance himself from the old monster, and then fired a fiery fist at the Left Guard, who clenched his fist and slammed into the flames.

Something strange happened, Zuo Zhiwei's right fist and Mu Ziyun's fire fist hit together, and when it was just touched, Mu Ziyun's fire claws instantly returned to their original state, not only that, but there was not even a little martial energy on the fist, and Zuo Zhiwei's Yan Xiu's body was much stronger than Mu Ziyun's, and after this punch, Mu Ziyun's fingers were shocked and creaked.

Zuo Zhiwei grabbed Mu Ziyun's fist and broke his wrist upward, Mu Ziyun, who was in pain, had to evacuate desperately, but fortunately, the flames on his feet did not disappear, kicked Zuo Zhiwei away, and retreated to a distance of more than ten zhang, Mu Ziyun's hand turned back into a fire claw.

"Huh?" Mu Ziyun said in his heart: "His hand, no, that glove is very weird" Mu Ziyun held a fireball in his left fist, grabbed the left guard with his right claw, and deliberately touched the right hand of the left guard, just like just now, the moment he touched the right hand of the left guard, the flame and martial energy on Mu Ziyun's hand all disappeared, and after separation, it would become the same.

"Deliberately suppressing the martial energy and my flames, what the hell is your glove!" Mu Ziyun opened his mouth and asked.

Zuo Zhiwei touched his right hand and replied coldly: "It's not suppression but isolation, it's not just martial energy and your flame, but all energy will disappear when touched by this hand, this is the treasure of my sect - Soul Fishing"

"Don't talk nonsense with him!" The old monster said, "We must end the battle as soon as possible, and we can't let all the disciples be wiped out!" “

As soon as the words fell, on the old monster's thin stick-like body, a fire fist was hit, Mu Ziyun stared at the pair of scorched yellow eyes, and said fiercely to the old monster: "This soul-fishing has such an ability, since this is the case, I have to kill you first, what do you think, heh, old-timer!" ”

The old monster waved his thick arm and pushed Mu Ziyun into the sky, then pulled back his arm to fill his momentum, and punched at Mu Ziyun, don't underestimate this monster, he is also Yan Xiu Mahayana, judging from his deformed body, his strength must be above this arm.

The fist that had just been played, with an invisible force, hit Mu Ziyun's abdomen, Mu Ziyun immediately spat bitter water, the bad was still to come, while Mu Ziyun was distracted, Zuo Zhiwei quickly came to Mu Ziyun's side and kicked Mu Ziyun's left hand to the right.

Before Mu Ziyun had time to cry out in pain, his left hand and right hand were grabbed by Zuo Zhiwei's soul snatcher, and under the effect of soul fishing, the flames were all dissipated, and in the case of Yan Xiu, who was not as good as Zuo Zhiwei's Yan Xiu, Mu Ziyun was like a chick caught by an eagle in the heart of his claws.

Zuo Zhiwei bowed his horse again, steady as a rock, no matter how Mu Ziyun's two hams kicked, they just didn't move. Then the Left Guard raised his left hand to his side and kicked his left foot upward, and a gust of wind kicked into his left palm.

Mu Ziyun exclaimed: "You have to use that trick!" ”

"Huh! So you remember! Zuo Zhiwei's left foot kept kicking new wind into the palm of his hand, and after a while, a wind ball with a piercing hissing sound accumulated in his left hand and placed it next to Mu Ziyun's face.

Zuo Zhiwei looked at the half of his face and said viciously: "You ruined my face, I will ruin your face now!" “

Mu Ziyun's hands were grabbed, he couldn't pull them away at all, the suction of the wind ball stirred his hair in, ignoring Zuo Zhiwei's words, Mu Ziyun closed his mouth, inhaled with his nose, only couldn't breathe, and gradually his stomach became bigger two or three times, and then Mu Ziyun opened his mouth, his mouth hissed, and a fire point floated on his tongue, under the infusion of fire qi, it slowly turned into a spark, a fire point, and finally gathered into a fist-sized fireball, which was formed under the condition of a high accumulation of fire qi, The broad strength was about to say that Mu Ziyun's jaw was cracked.

The two of them stood in the air, a wind ball, a fireball, and they blended together with a bang, and when the black air dissipated, and then looked at the two of them, they both flew out a long distance, the clothes on their bodies were rotten, Zuo Zhiwei's front body was scorched with a large piece of skin, Mu Ziyun was miserable, and four eye-catching cracks were drawn from his neck to his heels.

The old monster of the Fallen Leaf Sect didn't care about Zuo Zhiwei's injury, seeing that Mu Ziyun was still alive, he walked with both hands, and bumped into him like a head and chest, and the disciples of Qingshan Peak on the battlefield saw Mu Ziyun's situation and ran over to help, the teenage boy who shot the arrow at the beginning was still alive, holding his giant crossbow, aiming at the head of the old monster.

The old monster is not weak, he puts one arm in front of his head, one in front of his leg and runs with one hand on the ground, his arm is much thicker than his body, and he protects him very well. The old monster is ruthless and vicious, if anyone comes to stand in the way, even if the disciple of the Fallen Leaf Sect is thrown over, he will beat it into a paste without saying a word.

Seeing that the old monster was about to come to him, Mu Ziyun had not yet recovered, his hands kept smearing the medicine on the scars, and seeing that the situation was not good, he directly rubbed the blood root nagina and touched his body, and the flesh that was turned out met the strong medicinal blood root nagi, and Mu Ziyun rolled his eyes in pain.

Sou! A silver arrow shot out from Mu Ziyun's head, boom! hit the old monster's arm, the force of this blow is really powerful, it can be seen from the old monster's slightly embarrassed appearance, as soon as Mu Ziyun looked up, he saw a big silver bow standing next to his neck, and when he looked deeper, he was startled, the one holding the bow was not a person, but a ghost.

The eerie cold air made Mu Ziyun feel a lot less pain on his body, Mu Ziyun stood up and turned around, and said, "My God!" Behind him, there were seven powerful ghosts, four black ones fighting on the ground, and three green ones floating in the air, all holding demon bows, and arrows aimed at the old monsters.

Standing in the middle of the ghosts was Hu Xian, who had an empty sleeve and only his right hand. I saw that he was holding four fire talismans in his right hand, walking slowly and placing them in four directions, and then making a gesture and chanting some French, the sword fire array was formed, Hu Xian said to Mu Ziyun: "I'll deal with this guy, you go and solve Zuo Zhiwei." “

"Don't be careless, you haven't used your skills yet, you don't have any magic qi, that old guy is Yan Xiu's Mahayana, which is equivalent to transforming into a shape, you have a lot of tricks but they don't necessarily work." Mu Ziyun stood up and said in a cold sweat.

"He won't be able to kill me for a while, you just need to deal with Zuo Zhiwei as soon as possible!" After saying that, Hu Xian jumped into the air, grabbed the foot bone of a powerful ghost, and then with a force, he turned over and stepped on the back of the powerful ghost. The seven powerful ghosts pulled out the Demon Demon Suppression Bow and sent it towards the old monster together with the sword and fire array below.