Everyone in the Liu family was excited, and they fought hard like crazy, which suddenly made everyone in the Zhang family retreat again and again.

Zhang Ling'er's opponent's eyes were bloody, and he deliberately smeared blood on his face, which frightened Zhang Ling'er to frown and take a few steps back, and suddenly retreated to Mo Feiyu's side.

When Zhang Ling'er saw Mo Feiyu, she suddenly seemed to have met the backbone, and hurriedly stepped forward for help:

"Brother Yu, save me!"

Because of the memories of his previous life, Mo Feiyu seemed very calm in the face of such a fight, he patted Zhang Ling'er on the shoulder to show comfort, and then commanded the Thunder Sword to sweep over, immediately forcing Zhang Ling'er's opponent to take a few steps back.

Mo Feiyu slapped the storage bag, quickly took out a handful of pale yellow talismans, and put it in Zhang Ling'er's hand.

"Pay attention to both offense and defense, take this, and throw it out by surprise!"

Zhang Ling'er was slightly stunned at first, but then she thought of the scene where Mo Feiyu defeated Chen Ming with a talisman in the martial arts arena, and suddenly had an idea.

Zhang Ling'er bit her lip and nodded, and then swung her sword to meet her opponent again.

Today's Zhang Ling'er is already considered to be extremely strong among the juniors of the Zhang family, and her father Zhang Mao taught her several powerful exercises, so she will not fall behind in the face of opponents of the same level.

What Zhang Ling'er lacks is to experience this battle of life and death.

After Mo Feiyu's guidance, Zhang Ling'er was really much more shrewd, after every attack, she would definitely swing her sword to defend, and in a moment she would firmly gain the upper hand, just wait for the other party to throw the talisman over at the slightest negligence, and she could win in one fell swoop.

And what Mo Feiyu was facing were two young men of the seventh level of Qi refining, both of whom were twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with relatively rich combat experience and quite skilled cooperation.

However, what Mo Feiyu used was the Spirit-level Martial Arts Burning Sun Sword Technique that he had just cultivated, although he only had the power of the first layer of the three sword shadows, it was enough to block the other two.

Of course, at this time, Mo Feiyu could have sacrificed the Red Flame Sword to kill the opponent in one fell swoop, but he didn't do it.

Mo Feiyu knew the importance of concealing his strength, and now the strength he showed was already stronger than the average Qi Refining Seventh Layer, if he manipulated two magic weapons at the same time, it would inevitably make some people blush, but would cause unnecessary trouble to himself.

"Whew!"

The Thunder Sword instantly turned into three sword shadows, swept towards a young man's forehead, and instantly shaved off the other party's hair.

The young man hurriedly took half a step back after a while, and at the same time manipulated the flying knife magic weapon to return to defense.

Another young man took him by surprise behind him, manipulating a flying knife several inches long to quickly stab at Mo Feiyu.

Seeing that the other party took the opportunity to sneak attack, Mo Feiyu sneered slightly, instantly condensed a protective shield to protect himself, and then manipulated the Thunder Sword to stab diagonally from mid-air.

Seeing that Mo Feiyu actually resisted with a protective shield, the young man suddenly showed a strange smile, although his flying knife was a low-level magic weapon, it was a superb weapon that specialized in protective shields.

In several battles, he stabbed through the shield when the opponent was defenseless, thus killing the opponent.

"Boy, die!"

As soon as the words fell, only a "poof" sound was heard, and the flying knife really pierced Mo Feiyu's protective shield, but the next moment, it was blocked by a golden light.

I saw that there was an extra talisman on Mo Feiyu's chest, which was constantly flickering, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Mo Feiyu smiled strangely, and instantly released the power of his powerful divine sense to completely envelop the flying knife, and then stretched out his hand to put the flying knife into the storage bag.

"Haha, this is good, it's mine!"

Mo Feiyu sneered, causing the young man on the opposite side to be angry for a while.

"Damn, give me back the flying knife!"

In the Zeng Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm, a low-level magic weapon could not move thousands of spirit stones at every turn, so the magic weapon was an extremely precious item.

Under the painful loss of the flying knife, the young man suddenly became angry, and he actually took a step forward, and the posture of the medicine wanted to follow Mo Feiyu's theory.

But at this time, the two sides are a battle of life and death, and who will really reason with you.

When the young man's companion saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly shouted:

"Liu Xi, be careful!"

But unfortunately, it was too late to remind at this time.

I saw that the three sword shadows formed by the Thunder Sword flew in an instant, and slashed directly at the young man's neck, and a skull rolled to the ground.

Seeing his companion die, another young man frowned and sighed, but he didn't dare to fight, manipulated the magic weapon to make a false move, and hurriedly retreated.

Mo Feiyu smiled slightly, beckoned, put the storage bag of the young man who fell to the ground in his hand, and turned to attack another person not far away.

At this time, more than half of the people of the Liu family had already been killed or injured, and one of the seventh layer of qi refining was killed by Mo Feiyu, so they were obviously a little frightened.

In the fight with Zhang Mao, Liu Hun has always fallen behind, and he can't get any cheap at all.

Seeing that his manpower was getting less and less, Liu Hun gritted his teeth and said:

"Withdraw!"

Everyone in the Liu family suddenly gave up their opponents as if they were amnesty, turned around and retreated to the outskirts of the valley.

At the same time, Liu Hun also avoided Zhang Mao from a distance, and said coldly seven or eight feet away:

"Zhang Mao, you wait for me, my Liu family will avenge this revenge!"

After speaking, Liu Hun jumped up, and his figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Zhang Mao suddenly laughed and said:

"Hahaha, Liu Hun Xiao'er, where to run, chase me!"

Next, everyone did not take care of the refined iron ore, but followed the escape route of Liu Hun and the others, and chased all the way.

The refined iron mine is only fifty miles away from Qingniucheng, but the middle is full of mountain roads, one of which is extremely steep, with steep mountain walls on both sides, and only a three-zhang wide path in the middle.

Mo Feiyu and the others chased all the way to this dangerous road, and finally slowly lowered their speed.

I saw that on the three-zhang wide path ahead, there were more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally and vertically, one of which was Liu Hun who had just escaped.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Mao's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile:

"Cheng Daoyou, you're too boring, why don't you leave us two!"

A sneer suddenly came from dozens of feet away:

"Bullshit, just these guys, the old man didn't kill him, keep it for you, you think too much!"

Hearing Cheng Pu's scolding voice, Zhang Mao was not angry, but showed a smile and said:

"Okay, let's do what we planned, and we'll kill you later!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Mao took the lead in jumping, reached the side of the mountain wall, and then jumped a few times, and stood on a cliff with a wide view somewhere halfway up the mountain.

At the same time, Mo Feiyu and the others also jumped up one after another, each finding a hidden place somewhere on the cliff.

In a moment, there was silence all around, and there was no sound.