At the same time as the wind spread his wings and was smashed away, Mu Yun also jumped out of the Tianzi furnace, holding the crystal piccolo in his hand, and his eyes were full of majestic flames, and he wanted to incinerate the person in front of him and turn it to ashes.

Although the injury was not light, seeing Mu Yun appear like a fierce god, how could Feng Zhan Wing be restrained and killed. So I saw him reluctantly standing up straight, glaring at Mu Yun fiercely: "Okay, your surname is Qi, there are really some ghosts, but if you want to kill Young Master Ben, you are not qualified enough!" ”

Mu Yun said coldly: "The surname Feng, just because you just devised a poisonous plan to burn me, I can take your life." ”

"What's more, you have also defiled Ting'er, and your sin is even more unforgivable, just say your last words!"

Feng Zhanyi raised his eyebrows, and still said fiercely: "Phew! It's a big breath, maybe it's better between the two of us, if you have any last words, keep them for yourself! ”

Mu Yun had already seen that Feng Zhan was very weak, so he simply ignored his cruel words, and immediately approached.

Feng Zhanyi's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a thick-backed mountain chopping knife on the anvil on his side, and when he gritted his teeth, he held the knife in his hand, and slashed at Mu Yun with his head in a loud shout.

Knowing that not only was his strength weak at this moment, but his momentum was far inferior to Mu Yun's, Feng Zhanyi made up his mind to attack first, and he could regain some momentum by relying on the advantage of the blade.

Mu Yun didn't take Feng Zhanyi in his eyes, and instantly had a score in his heart, and the piccolo in his hand swept over. Suddenly, I only heard a crisp sound, and the thick-backed mountain chopping knife was actually broken out of a huge gap by the piccolo, and the blade was immediately full of cracks, obviously unusable.

Feng Zhanyi was taken aback, and before he could come back to his senses, Mu Yun had already slammed his fist into the door in front of him.

This time it was full of anger, the wind spread its wings were old, and there was no time to deal with it, so he immediately staggered back in a miserable snort, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could catch his breath when he was dizzy, Mu Yun's attack followed him like a shadow, and he flew up with a stroke and spread his wings in the chest.

The wind spread his wings could not withstand it, and the whole person was kicked out, and blood sprayed wildly in mid-air again.

Mu Yun almost broke up the true element of Feng Zhanyi's whole body with only two moves, only to see him fall to the ground with a snap, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Seeing this, Mu Yun hesitated slightly, but in the blink of an eye, the anger in his chest was steaming, and he gritted his teeth and pressed forward.

Feng Zhanyi twitched all over, panting like a bellows, and just received Mu Yun's punch in the face, his skin and bones were cracked and his flesh and blood were blurred at this moment.

In a trance, he only felt that he had touched something in his hand, and Feng Zhanyi grabbed it tightly without thinking about it, and then jumped up and slashed at the vague figure in front of him again.

Mu Yun saw that the wind spread his wings and attacked with a black forging hammer as big as a bull's head, and he didn't dare to use the piccolo to force his edge for a while.

I saw that there was a fire tong on the anvil next to him, Mu Yun casually held the handle of the tongs, and used all his strength to meet the forging hammer that had been smashed down.

In a moment, the two of them made a few more moves, Feng Zhanyi made a desperate bet, and the forging hammer was so heavy and domineering that Mu Yun was forced to be unable to get close.

However, it was already extremely exhausting to move such a long artifact, and the wind spread wings were already at the end of a strong crossbow, and it barely took a dozen moves, and it was difficult to continue after all.

Mu Yun sneered in his heart, and when he made a mistake, he struck out with a fire tongs in his hand, which was comparable to a stroke winged vest.

How could Feng Zhan Wing withstand this heavy blow, and with a wow, he spurted blood again, and the forging hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the person almost fainted.

Mu Yun paused, turned around and said coldly: "One last chance, say your last words, and I will bring them to your eldest brother." ”

Feng Zhanyi supported his palms strongly, tried his best to turn over, and said with a miserable smile in the face of Mu Yunho: "Dog, if you want to kill, you will kill, this young master will be a good man again after eighteen years!" ”

Mu Yun saw that Feng Zhan was still strong when he was dying, and he rushed straight over with contempt, and he was about to kill the thief's dog with one blow.

Before he mentioned the tongs, Mu Yun hesitated again, and remembered the previous situation between the electric light and the fire, and originally just had a quarrel under suspicion, but it ended up in such an endless situation. Although Feng Zhanyi is narrow-minded, will he be revenged, and provoked in every way, but is he really not wrong at all?

Seeing Mu Yun's hesitation, Feng Zhanyi suddenly felt the desire to survive in his heart, and immediately pressed the pain all over his body, flicked his feet violently, and swept away.

Seeing this, Mu Yun frowned, and saw a jet-black iron chain beside him, and he was not in a hurry to chase after him at the moment, so he grabbed the chain and shot it down behind the wind wings.

Feng Zhanyi was exhausted at this time, and his body was covered with bruises, how could his body be the same as before, this time the chain came first, and the thunder hit his vest like a thunderbolt, and he suddenly only heard him snort miserably, and fell like a kite with a broken string.

The blood had already soaked the silk robe all over his body, and Feng Zhanyi couldn't even let out a moan, but he fell to the ground in a daze, his limbs trembling twice from time to time, and he was clearly dying.

Mu Yun held the iron chain on his left and the tongs on his right, and said in a deep voice as he approached: "There are really no last words?" ”

Feng Zhanyi's consciousness was completely blurred, and he couldn't say even if he had a last word. Although Mu Yun felt pity in his heart, after all, he was full of resentment, his fists clenched for a moment, only to hear him sigh softly, and Huo Di poked at Feng Zhanyi's heart.

The tongs were able to penetrate his clothes, but Mu Yun paused again, the hand holding the tongs trembled slightly, and he clenched it several times and released it several times, after all, he still couldn't really poke it.

Mu Yun sighed in his heart, took a step back, and just when he didn't know how to decide, he suddenly heard a thunderous voice coming: "Sixth brother! You...... It's really you?! ”

Mu Yun was taken aback, and turned his head to see that it was the "fast knife mess" Ma Yifeng who was shouting angrily, and there were two figures behind him, but they were the monk who had fought fiercely before.

Mu Yun looked at it clearly, only to see that the monk's face was still pale, obviously his injuries had not healed, and the Taoist priest was also barehanded, not carrying a new blade.

Knowing that the combat power of these two people had been greatly reduced, Mu Yun was also a little relieved, and immediately clasped his fists and saluted: "A few of them came just in time......

The three of them had already seen Feng Zhan Wings falling in a pool of blood, and they all showed a mixture of sorrow and anger, how could they still be in the mood to be polite to Mu Yun?

Ma Yifeng was even more furious, Huo Di pulled out a sharp knife with a bull's ear from his waist, and shouted sharply: "The dog thief of the turtle king bastard, pay for my sixth brother's life!" ”

In the midst of the cheers, I saw him pounce on him, and the fast knife in his hand seemed to stab Mu Yun's chest, wanting to disembowel him on the spot.

Mu Yun knew that the explanation was useless, and he was annoyed that Ma Yifeng was arrogant and ferocious, so his face sank like water, and he didn't say a word, and the iron chain fire tongs opened the bow left and right, and both of them met him.

Ma Yifeng is burly, but his body is not slow at all, and his knife moves are faster than meteors, which is really worthy of the name of "fast knife mess".

On the other hand, although Mu Yun is lightweight, the tools in his hands are heavy and hard, and his moves are also wide open and close, and his momentum is compelling, and he clearly refuses to show weakness slightly.