It's not that Feng Xuanwu wants to look down on Mu Wanfeng, after all, the difference in strength between the two is too obvious.

One is the eightfold foundation building, and the other is the nine-fold forging body.

This is like a strong man, and a child, even if the child takes a stone to hit the strong man, it is estimated that the strong man will not be in pain.

Although Feng Xuanwu knew that Mu Wanfeng had injured Feng Hu, the nine-fold forging body was the nine-fold forging body.

wants to cross the two realms and defeat himself, in his opinion, there is no greater chance of a man giving birth to a child.

Mu Wanfeng held the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, and stood in front of Feng Xuanwu, with a very strong look of defense.

This appearance fell in Feng Xuanwu's eyes, and a hint of mockery unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, hum!

After the Qingshuang Sword was rebuilt, it was more than twice as heavy as before, and in Mu Wanfeng's hand, it was like a piece of dark iron, not a spiritual weapon.

The sun at noon, as if on everyone's face, was scorching hot, and it was like throwing torches and igniting the earth, and the wind blowing by was intensely hot.

Mu Wanfeng no longer hesitated, stepped forward, walked like the wind and moved like a tiger, approached the front, made a false move, and jumped up from the side, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, facing Feng Xuanwu, with the momentum of opening the mountain, and chopping down on the head.

Feng Xuanwu was slightly surprised, Mu Wanfeng's speed was extremely fast, and his skills were very athletic, no wonder he was able to defeat his eldest brother in two moves.

However, Rao was like this, but Feng Xuanwu still didn't have the idea of using the spirit weapon.

With a slight side of his body, he easily dodged Mu Wanfeng's slash, and then raised a kick and kicked Mu Wanfeng's waist.

Mu Wanfeng snorted, rolled the ground like a gourd, and after flipping around on the ground a few times, he got up again, looking at Feng Xuanwu with a solemn expression.

"It's too slow!" Feng Xuanwu said lightly.

Mu Wanfeng didn't speak, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, increased her speed again, stepped forward with her sword, and after tossing and turning a few times, she still slashed towards Feng Xuanwu's head.

Feng Xuanwu stood still, indifferently watching him wander around him, his contempt was overflowing.

When Mu Wanfeng slashed over again, he was on the sword again, and when he was about to hit his head, he took a step back, kicked sideways, and kicked Mu Wanfeng out......

"It's still too slow, come again!" Feng Xuanwu said with ease.

Mu Wanfeng did as she was told, lifting her sword and slashing again and again, but she didn't kick it again and again, and then turned over and got up.

After a few times, Mu Wanfeng finally covered her whole body with dust, her appearance was embarrassed, her expression was aggrieved, and the hand holding the Qingshuang Sword was trembling, almost unable to hold it.

Feng Xuanwu shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart What is wrong with him, what is the strength of a person in the body forging stage?

When Mu Wanfeng got up again, Feng Xuanwu was not in the mood to play anymore.

Before he could stand firm, Feng Xuanwu rushed forward, and with a kick, Mu Wanfeng hit the tree, shaking the branches and leaves on the tree.

Feng Xuanwu still refused to give up, walked up to Mu Wanfeng leisurely, kicked him back again, and said mockingly: "Wasn't you very tough just now?"

This time, Mu Wanfeng held the ground with her hands and wanted to stand up, but was kicked to the ground by Feng Xuanwu.

Feng Xuanwu stepped on Mu Wanfeng's face, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a solemn tone: "Wasn't it a mouth just now, isn't it powerful?"

"You will show me again?" Feng Xuanwu used his feet to repeatedly ravage Mu Wanfeng's face.

Mu Wanfeng's face was twisted and deformed at his feet, but he didn't say a word, and a pair of eyes stared at him angrily.

Feng Xuanwu increased the strength of his feet a little more, and said, "Yo, you dare to stare at me?

The corners of Mu Wanfeng's mouth were trampled and bleeding, and he still stared at Feng Xuanwu, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

Seeing Mu Wanfeng like a dog, trampled under Feng Xuanwu's feet, Hou Bing and the others were very relieved, and they couldn't wait to go on the field in person and step on their feet.

Hou Bing took a few steps forward, walked to a place a foot away from Mu Wanfeng and stopped, and said, "Hmph, Mu Wanfeng, aren't you very arrogant?

Han Rou on the side finally couldn't help it, and at some point, she took out an orange and yellow thin sword, and scolded in a coquettish voice: "Take your feet away!"

Feng Xuanwu looked for prestige, only to see Han Rou looking at him with an angry face, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he relaxed again.

He couldn't see Han Rou's cultivation, most of them were Jindan stage cultivation, but on his side, there were also two Jindan periods, so he didn't need to worry about anything.

"My eldest brother broke a hand because of you, right?" Feng Xuanwu raised his eyebrows, then looked at Mu Wanfeng again, learned his tone that day, and said, "Which foot stepped on?" left foot or right foot?"

Wen San's face was anxious on the side, he didn't expect Mu Wanfeng to be so irrational, just now he was just a tongue, he just stepped forward, ready to save Mu Wanfeng, but was stopped by Wen Er.

"Don't go!" Wen Er shook his head and said.

Wen San glared back and said angrily: "When is it, don't go to your uncle!"

Wen Er's eyes were also a little hesitant, at first he looked at Mu Wanfeng with a steady look, but he didn't expect this kind of result.

Feng Xuanwu on the other end said lightly: "Don't say it, then both feet are broken......

As he spoke, he wanted to use the way of others to treat his body and trample Mu Wanfeng's feet off.

Han Rou was in a hurry, and she didn't know where she got the courage, and the orange-yellow spirit sword came out of her hand and stabbed at Feng Xuanwu.

Poop!

A bright silver spirit sword blocked Han Rou's attack.

"Senior Sister Han, you only need to be a woman in this life, dancing with a sword is not for you. Fang Zhengzhong floated over, grabbed the spirit sword that flew back into his hand, and blocked in front of Han Rou.

Han Rou glared angrily and said, "Fang Zhengzhong, you are so insidious and hypocritical, Senior Sister Ning won't like you!"

Mu Wanfeng, who was lying on the ground on her side, was relieved to see that Han Rou would make a move, but said in her heart, I think the two of them are quite a good match.

Feng Xuanwu saw that Han Rou was blocked, his heart settled a little, and he looked at Mu Wanfeng and said, "You are good, there is a woman in the Jindan period." ”

After a pause, Feng Xuanwu sneered: "However, she is about to become our woman!"

Mu Wanfeng saw that Fang Zhengzhong had his back to this side, and his attention was only on Han Rou, and Wang Zhiyuan was a little far away from this side, so he had a good opportunity.

"I already hate this woman!" Mu Wanfeng said vaguely with his face on his feet.

Feng Xuanwu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Oh, do you want to exchange this woman for your life?"

The corners of Mu Wanfeng's mouth hooked up a smile, her eyes narrowed suddenly, and the color of the decadent Tang Dynasty was swept away in an instant. With his left hand, like an iron tong, he grabbed Feng Xuanwu's foot, and then pulled it hard.

When Mu Wanfeng was lying on the ground like a dead dog, Feng Xuanwu's vigilance was lowered, and he never expected that he would burst out and hurt people.

Without any defense, Feng Xuanwu was dragged to the ground. On the other hand, Mu Wanfeng was a carp stiffened, stood up, and then threw a punch into Feng Xuanwu's chest.

Feng Xuanwu didn't have time to react more, and folded his hands to protect his chest in order to resist.

Mu Wanfeng's fist flashed, and with a click, Feng Xuanwu's body stiffened for a moment, and then he lay on the ground weakly.

Feng Xuanwu's eyes widened, looking at his chest that had been penetrated, and he looked at Mu Wanfeng in disbelief, and said, "You, you ......"

"Although I dislike this woman, it's not something you can touch!" Mu Wanfeng said with a smile.

His face, splattered with blood, was horrified with a smile.

Feng Xuanwu's head was crooked, and he completely lost his breath, he didn't understand until he died, his hands were broken, and he couldn't block Mu Wanfeng's punch......

All this happened too fast, too suddenly, Wang Zhiyuan's side wanted to rescue, but it was too late.

When Han Rou saw this terrifying scene, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her eyes closed, but then she opened them again.

Because she felt that there was the shadow of Mu Wanfeng in her eyes, she was more at ease.

Mu Wanfeng's appearance looked a little terrifying, covered in blood, like a terrible ghost coming out of hell, but Han Rou was inexplicably a little excited.

In everyone's bones, there is a violent impulse buried, this is primitive wildness, and Han Rou is no exception.

"Senior brother!"

Wang Zhiyuan exclaimed in surprise on the other end, and the calmness on his face was replaced by anger. He didn't expect that Feng Xuanwu would be killed by a person with a nine-fold forging body.

In the future, the Xuanfeng Gate will definitely be in charge of him, and Feng Xuanwu is the most talented disciple besides him. Feng Xuanwu's death, Wang Zhiyuan is missing a powerful help, how can he not be angry?

"You're looking for death!" Wang Zhiyuan roared at Mu Wanfeng, and wanted to run towards him.

Wen Yi took a pill, lifted his giant axe, and stood in front of Wang Zhiyuan.

Wen San and Wen Er saw that Mu Wanfeng had turned defeat into victory, and they didn't have time to be happy, so they followed behind Wen Yi and blocked Wang Zhiyuan's way.

"Die!" Wang Zhiyuan roared angrily.

"If you have the ability, solve me first. Wen Yi's voice was strong, coupled with his tall body, it was simply a mountain, standing in front of Wang Zhiyuan.

Wang Zhiyuan laughed angrily and said, "Okay! Okay! Don't let any of you leave alive today!"

After speaking, the spirit sword in his hand swung forward, slashed out a half-moon-shaped sword qi, and went straight to Wen Yi.

Wen Yi wanted to avoid it, but there was Han Rou behind him. If she has a mistake, Mu Wanfeng will probably find herself desperate.

Yesterday in the Qinglou, Mu Wanfeng stepped on Feng Long's hand stiffly, and Wen Yi looked a little frightened. And the scene just now is still in front of me, I haven't seen him so decisive before.

And the strength of the pervert, is this a person whose meridians are broken?

In a sudden turn of thought, Wen Yi's eyes froze, the spiritual power of his whole body surged, and the giant axe saw the sword qi and slashed it.

Poop!

The giant axe made a thick muffled sound, Wen shook with one hand, and his retreating body was supported by Wen San, but there were still half-zhang long footprints under his feet......

Wen Yixin made up his mind, a small sect is a small sect after all, and he felt that he could fight with him after taking the medicine. With the strength of the three brothers, maybe they can still win the battle.

It's just that the other party not only has a golden pill period, but also a more powerful Fang Zhengzhong, who is eyeing him in the back.

If they were able to escape, Fang Zhengzhong knew that he would definitely be ruined, and there would be no place for him except the cult.

Therefore, today, Fang Zhengzhong will definitely not let them go.

Thinking of this, Wen Yiyi: "Second and third, don't worry about the two of you here, I can deal with it, you two go and protect Senior Sister Han!"