The spirit weapon longbow finally shone in Mu Feng's hand for the first time, and all the remaining magic elements of Mu Feng were instantly sucked dry, condensing in the middle of the full moon-shaped longbow into a dark magic arrow full of mixed energy.

Under the effect of the formation of the spirit weapon bow, even if the energy injected by Mu Feng was incompatible, it was steadily bound in the body of the arrow.

Rumble!

The long arrow was out of his hand, and under the impetus of the bowstring and Mu Feng's own speed, it shot at Fu Xin, who had not yet broken out of the fire path, with lightning speed.

Shuyuan was evacuated all at once, Mu Feng felt dizzy, bit his tongue fiercely, and pulled out the short knife he carried with him, ready to make a final struggle.

Fu Xin finally broke through the fire curtain, but the arrows that emitted violent magic fluctuations had already arrived in front of him at a speed that Fu Xin couldn't react to.

"Spirit weapon?" Fu Xin screamed, and before he could protect his chest with his arm, he was knocked away by the light arrow shot by the spirit weapon longbow, breaking several burning trees behind him that were hugged by two or three people.

"Captain!" Seeing that Fu Xin was injured, more than two dozen people rushed over and helped him up.

Burst... Fu Xin vomited out a mouthful of blood, "Kill him!!" Fu Xin's eyes stared at Mu Feng twenty feet away through the flickering firelight, eager to peel Mu Feng's skin and eat meat.

"Come on!" Mu Feng shouted, his short knife pointed diagonally at the ground, and rushed to the enemy in front of him.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone... This is one of my favorite poems......"

Qin Yu leaned against a cherry blossom tree, the sun shining on his side face, he held a book of poems in his hand, and occasionally shook his head and chanted a poem.

"Qin Daxian ...... Let me take a good nap, okay?" Yang Zhu was lying on the grass on the side, soaking up the sun comfortably, and had no interest in the verses that Qin Yu was singing.

"Brother Yu, what does this mean?" Huang Ling sat on the trunk of the tree, his two little feet dangled around, plucked a cherry blossom with his slender hands, and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff lightly.

"The wind was blowing cold, and the shore of Yishui was very cold, and the strong man went and never came back... This is about a warrior who is about to go to Longtan Tiger's Den, and he will die and die, but he has no hesitation..."

Speaking of this, Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were foggy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

......

The blood qi in his body was surging wildly, and the magic yuan was exhausted, and Mu Feng could only use his majestic blood qi to make his struggle appear more powerful.

Suddenly, the rapidly flowing blood in Mu Feng's body buzzed! Mu Feng's dizziness disappeared, and was replaced by an incomparably comfortable feeling.

If Mu Feng could look inward at this time, he would be able to see that his blood was actually mixed with a trace of purple blood visible to the naked eye!

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment and stopped, but the person on the other side pounced like a wolf.

Airplanes...... Under the mask, Mu Feng's divine eyes shone again, but it was not supported by Mu Feng's magic element!

A round of purple light and shadow appeared behind Mu Feng, and if you looked closely, you would see that it was a huge eye.

More than two dozen warlocks were already in their hands, but the few people who rushed to the front paused for a moment, and what followed was a scene that Mu Feng couldn't understand.

The dozen or so warlocks in the back suddenly shot out and smashed forward. The companions in front of them were unguarded, and they were beaten into bloody people on the spot, and even a few of them were hit by the magic power of the Golden Yuan Warlock, and their heads were cut off.

"What the hell?" Mu Feng couldn't understand what was happening in front of him at all, could it be that the people running behind were all undercover agents of Izumo Province?

"What's going on? Why can't I see anymore?" Suddenly, a few ** shouted, waving their hands constantly, as if they were blind.

Others were even more exaggerated, smashing around one by one, and killing several companions.

"What are you doing?" Fu Xin watched this scene, anger swelled up, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hey... Don't go yet... Waiting for me to collect your body?"

A crisp female voice sounded in Mu Feng's ears, startling Mu Feng.

"Who?" Mu Feng looked around, but he didn't see a single figure, and a cold sweat suddenly rushed out.

But that voice is right, don't run away now, but when!

Turning around, Mu Feng leaned on his body, jumped on the branch, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in a few vertical jumps.

The chaos of Yan Yunguo's warlocks also calmed down with Mu Feng's departure, and everyone couldn't believe the scene when they looked at their eyes.

Fu Xin had already run over, but he stood behind the surviving dozen people, not daring to approach. His guess was the same as Mu Feng's.

"It's... What's going on?" asked a sorcerer as he looked at his former brothers lying in a pool of blood, and wept.

"It's him! I saw him kill Xiaole!" the other yelled, pointing at a sorcerer.

"You're farting! Lao Tzu obviously hit the thief of Izumo Province!" The warlock was instantly enraged by this nonsensical accusation, and he was about to kill the person who slandered him if he didn't agree with him.

"Shut up for me!" Fu Xin roared, his whole body bloomed with thunder, whoever dared to say more would suffer the wrath of Thor!

Gasping for breath, Fu Xin slowly walked among the crowd, looking at the seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, as well as a few people who had passed out.

“...... Illusion!" Fu Xin's snort grew heavier and heavier, and in just a few hours, he had almost finished a year's anger.

"Illusion?" The others looked at their boss in disbelief, Mu Feng cultivated the wind and fire, and none of them had anything to do with illusion.

Even if the magic power of the Wind Phantom Dragon has the word "illusion", it is completely out of line with psychedelics, it is just a clever use of the wind flow to interfere with the human vision.

During the time when Fu Xin and the others were angry, Mu Feng had already jumped out of hundreds of zhang.

The power of the wind could not be used, and the purple mangs of the divine eyes also retreated, and Mu Feng could only rely on his senses to avoid possible dangers.

He was in a mess of his head right now, and he didn't know what was going on.

If it weren't for his physical reaction, he would have thought that the owner of the voice had just saved him.

What shocked Mu Feng the most was that just now his divine eyes were inexplicably opened, and he couldn't check the source of that voice.

"Hey!" Mu Feng's eyes suddenly darkened, and a petite figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Mu Feng subconsciously raised the short knife and stabbed at the black shadow blocking the way, but when the short knife approached the other party's body, his arm seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move. No matter how Mu Feng struggled, he couldn't get his arm out of that space.

The black shadow slowly jumped to the side of another branch, and looked at Mu Feng with a grin. It was only at this time that Mu Feng regained control of his right arm.

Mu Feng keenly felt that that kind of power was by no means something that could be achieved by the fusion of any two magic elements, and even Mu Feng was not sure if it was the same magic element, his insight was too short-sighted.

"Hey... Why are you so rude?" the little girl slowly took off her black hat, she was dressed exactly like Mu Feng, like a couple.

The face was revealed, but it was a finely carved face, and the long flowing hair was unrestrained, draped behind his back, reaching to his waist.

Mu Feng was slightly stunned for a moment, for so long since he remembered, the only thing that could compare with the appearance of the little girl in front of him was his own mother.

The little girl looked at Mu Feng and smiled proudly.

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