I saw that the black long knife spun in an instant, and under the flow of spiritual light on the surface, dozens of transparent blades were sent out at once, attacking Mo Feiyu at the same time.

While manipulating the orange-red red flame knife to block the first wave of attacks, Mo Feiyu's brows couldn't help but furrow slightly.

I saw the second wave, the third wave of attacks coming one after another, and at this moment, even if there was a red flame knife, it would be difficult to block.

Mo Feiyu slapped the storage bag, and instantly sacrificed the Thunder Sword, and at the same time conjured up three sword shadows, which cooperated with the Red Flame Knife to block the attacks of the flying blades in turn.

The Thousand Blades Technique used by Qiu Hu was obviously an extremely spiritual power-consuming exercise, and when six waves of attacks in succession failed, Qiu Hu finally stopped attacking, and at the same time showed an extremely shocked expression on his face:

"Manipulate two magic weapons at the same time, boy, how did you do that?"

Mo Feiyu sneered slightly, but did not answer Qiu Hu, but moved his fingers, manipulating two magic weapons to attack Qiu Hu at the same time.

Although Qiu Hu's realm was higher than Mo Feiyu's, he had just used the Thousand Blades Technique to lose a lot of exercises, and now he was attacked by two magic weapons at the same time, and he was obviously a little difficult to parry.

Qiu Hu looked nervous, manipulating the black long knife to meet the Red Flame Knife, and at the same time slapped the storage bag, took out two talismans, and threw one at the Thunder Sword.

The two runes turned into two darts at the same time, and under the two metal crisp sounds, the two sword shadows transformed by the thunder sword were blocked.

However, the last sword shadow was the body of the Thunder Sword, and the blade of the sword turned and still stabbed straight at Qiu Hu.

Qiu Hu's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly condensed a protective shield, while his body quickly retreated.

However, it was a pity that the speed of the Thunder Sword was much faster than the speed of Qiu Hu's retreat, and it only took a moment to catch up.

At this time, Qiu Hu's eyes finally revealed a trace of fear, and seeing the Thunder Sword attacking, he quickly slapped the storage bag in a panic and threw out several talismans.

However, it is a pity that under the muffled sound of "poof", these talismans did not play any use at all, and they were shattered by the Thunder Sword, and the protective shield condensed by Qiu Hu was also pierced by a sword.

Qiu Hu's face was frightened, and he couldn't help shouting: "Brother Chu, save me!"

Immediately afterwards, a crisp sound of metal impact was heard, and a green flute flew into the air, just in time to block the Thunder Sword.

Seeing this scene, Mo Feiyu's heart suddenly tightened, he had just patronized and fought with Qiu Hu, but he forgot to guard against the surrounding situation.

At this time, there was already one more person beside Qiu Hu, who was the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt standing next to Qiu Hu at the auction.

Seeing this person, Mo Feiyu's heart couldn't help but tighten, this person was higher than the realm of Qiu Hu, it was the thirteenth layer of qi refining.

Sensing that he was already in a dangerous situation, Mo Feiyu didn't have time to recall the Thunder Sword, and with a single move, he took the Red Flame Sword back into the storage bag, and then quickly turned around and fled towards the dense forest.

Seeing Mo Feiyu running away, Qiu Hu shouted:

"Where to run?"

Then he stepped on the jade plate and chased after him.

And the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt only frowned slightly, as if he had a trace of concern, he stretched out his hand and put away Mo Feiyu's thunder sword, and then stepped on a flying sword and followed.

There are already many demon beasts in the Mochizuki Mountain Range, and many monks will be cautious when they walk here, for fear of alarming the high-level demon beasts and putting themselves in a predicament.

When fleeing for his life, Mo Feiyu didn't care about this, and when he was in a panic, he ran directly against the wind, and in an instant, the sound of whirring wind sounded under his feet, shaking the leaves of the trees within a radius of hundreds of meters.

The whirring wind even alarmed several demon beasts to flee in all directions, including a gray wolf with green eyes, a snow-white hare, and a red-bellied and long-tailed bird.

However, fortunately, these few were all first-grade demon beasts, and when they noticed the whirring wind, they only fled into the distance, but they did not attack Mo Feiyu.

At this time, Mo Feiyu did not have a flying magic weapon, but only escaped with the wind control technique, and it was naturally incomparable to Qiu Hu and the two foot pedal magic weapons flying in the air.

In just a stick of incense, Qiu Hu and the others stopped Mo Feiyu one after the other.

"Boy, you're still running!" Qiu Hu said angrily.

Mo Feiyu's face was expressionless, and he said to Qiu Hu:

"Two fellow Daoists, we don't seem to have any grudges, do we, just because of a talisman, do we have to fight with our lives?"

Hearing this, Qiu Hu finally showed a sneer and said:

"Hmph, fighting for your life? What a joke, can you still defeat the two of us by yourself?"

Mo Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to look at the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt on the side, and said:

"What is the strength of the subordinates, the two of you have already seen it just now, if you really want to fight for your life, I have five layers of certainty to pull one of you to die together. ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt finally spoke:

"Being able to manipulate two magic weapons at the same time, Daoyou's strength is really strong, if you want the two of us to let you go, it's okay, as long as you hand over the Heavenly Thunder Fu, we will naturally let you go." ”

Hearing this, Mo Feiyu immediately frowned, then smiled and said:

"In that case, let's do it. ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Feiyu quickly sacrificed two magic weapons, one was the Red Flame Knife, and the other was the Xuanyang Sword that he had just purchased from Wanbaolou and had the power of earth fire.

Seeing that Mo Feiyu actually took out two high-grade magic weapons at once, Qiu Hu and the others gasped at the same time.

With two high-level magic weapons, he spent nine thousand spirit stones in one go to auction an ordinary talisman at the auction, and a qi refining cultivator with such a net worth, even if the two of them were in a high position in the Seven Wolves Gang, they could not compare.

With such a net worth, so young, and strong enough, he must be a descendant of a big family, or a genius disciple of a big sect.

If you let this kid go today, you will definitely die in the future. The two glanced at each other, and they both saw a hint of jealousy in each other's eyes.

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt gritted his teeth and said to Qiu Hu:

"Let's get on it!"

Qiu Hu nodded fiercely, and then manipulated the black long knife to attack Mo Feiyu, while the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt manipulated the green flute and played a tune with it to his mouth.

Mo Feiyu manipulated the Red Flame Knife to face Qiu Hu's long black knife, but in the face of the middle-aged song of the Confucian shirt, he was a little at a loss.

After a while, Mo Feiyu only felt that an invisible force was coming from a distance, at first it was as silky as silk, like gurgling water, making people have nowhere to ponder, and then the invisible force became bigger and bigger, and in the end, it was like a thousand zhang waterfall pouring straight down.

Mo Feiyu's face turned pale under the layers of attacks, but fortunately, he felt the sonic attack in the sound of the flute.

He manipulated the Xuanyang Sword to fly quickly into the air, instantly transforming into three sword shadows, and attacking towards the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt.

When he was a foot away from the middle-aged Confucian shirt, the three sword shadows stagnated at the same time, as if they had encountered a city wall, and it was difficult to advance an inch.