Hou Bing, who was on the other end, was instantly frightened when he saw Feng Xuanwu, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he retreated step by step.

Mu Wanfeng glanced at Hou Bing, her eyes were cold, she pulled out her blood-red fist, picked up the Qingshuang Sword, and arrived in front of Hou Bing in a flash.

"You, you want to ......" Before Hou Bing finished speaking, he felt that his throat was stuck, and the Qingshuang Sword was in front of his chest, leaving only one hilt.

Hou Bing was so frightened that he forgot to resist for a while, or fled, giving Mu Wanfeng the opportunity to kill him.

Mu Wanfeng drew his sword and was trying to eradicate Feng Hu and the others together to prevent future troubles.

At this moment, a rapid howl made him suddenly alert, and a chill ran down his spine for no reason.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly dodged to his side and rolled away. A sword aura flew over his head dangerously, shaving off a piece of long hair.

Countless hairs, the strong wind carried by the sword qi, blew all over the sky......

"Mu Wanfeng, I really underestimate you. Fang Zhengzhong's face was gloomy, and he stared at Mu Wanfeng and said.

Mu Wanfeng's blood-stained face suddenly bloomed, and she said with a smile: "Well~ Senior Brother Fang, we don't have any grudges, everything is a misunderstanding, isn't it?"

"Are you begging for mercy?" Fang Zhengzhong said: "It was a misunderstanding before, but now it's not just a misunderstanding......

Fang Zhengzhong was not in a hurry to kill Mu Wanfeng, Mu Wanfeng's begging for mercy made him feel a sense of superiority in his heart.

In his heart, it was just two dead wastes anyway, and it couldn't affect the overall situation. Although Mu Wanfeng is evil, she can't make any waves.

Even if Mu Wanfeng didn't kill Hou Bing, he would find an opportunity to kill Hou Bing and the others. Because these people know too many things.

Mu Wanfeng explained: "Senior Sister Ning's matter, it's all Han Rou's stinky girl chewing on the root of her tongue, and you haven't lost anything." Let's treat what happened today as if it hadn't happened, and it had been written off before, how about it?"

"Haha......" Fang Zhengzhong said with a smile: "Mu Wanfeng, I have begun to appreciate you a little, if so many things hadn't happened, maybe we would have become friends." ”

"Senior Brother Fang, don't be so stingy, now we can also be friends. Mu Wanfeng said with a smile undiminished.

Fang Zhengzhong shook his head and said, "No, it's late, I don't like to leave hidden dangers!"

"Is that a way to talk?" Mu Wanfeng pursed her lips, and then suddenly roared: "Han Rou!

Fang Zhengzhong just wanted to say something, but when he heard Mu Wanfeng's shouting, he was suddenly startled, and hurriedly looked back.

He found that Han Rou was at a loss, at a loss, and the orange spirit sword was held in his hand, but he had no intention of stabbing it out at all.

Seeing Han Rou's appearance, Fang Zhengzhong knew that he had been fooled, and when he turned back again, Mu Wanfeng's sword was already about to touch the tip of his nose.

Fang Zhengzhong was secretly annoyed, this Mu Wanfeng was really scheming. He took a step back, the spirit sword in his hand picked up, and easily provoked Mu Wanfeng's attack.

Mu Wanfeng didn't stop there, his speed surged suddenly, and the fist with dried blood, which had dried up, reached Fang Zhengzhong's chest.

A faint layer of blue light could be faintly seen on the fist, just like when he attacked Feng Xuanwu just now.

Fang Zhengzhong hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist, and at the same time kicked under his feet, wanting to kick Mu Wanfeng away.

Bang!

With two muffled sounds in succession, Fang Zhengzhong and Mu Wanfeng were hit almost at the same time.

With this kick, Fang Zhengzhong had enough spiritual power, and Mu Wanfeng was like a kite with a broken string, and he flew out on his back.

Mu Wanfeng's abdomen was stained red with blood, and a blood hole appeared in the center of his stomach, bubbling out......

"Mu Wanfeng!" Han Rou shouted in a mournful voice.

Seeing Mu Wanfeng, who was covered in blood and smashed motionless on the ground, she felt a cramp in her heart, and her beautiful cheeks were as pale as paper.

Han Rou's widening eyes pushed out two lines of clear tears, wetting the silk scarf on her face......

Fang Zhengzhong was no better, although he had already fought the lion and the rabbit and used all his spiritual power, he was still beaten by Mu Wanfeng's punch, his chest collapsed, his ribs were broken, and he took several steps back one after another before he could stand firmly.

At the same time, he was angry and extremely frightened in the center of Fangzheng, he did not underestimate the evening wind, but he still underestimated his strength.

If he had contempt just now and didn't do his best, he would have ended up like Feng Xuanwu now.

Fang Zhengzhong clearly felt that Mu Wanfeng's fist did not have a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, but that strange force was like a thousand hammers.

What's even more terrifying is that his spiritual defense didn't play a big role.

Fang Zhengzhong gave birth to a strange feeling, Mu Wanfeng's fist was more penetrating than the spirit sword!

After coughing up a few traces of blood, Fang Zhengzhong clenched the spirit sword, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he just wanted to go up and cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so as to prevent future troubles, but his footsteps stopped.

He looked down and saw the tip of a sword dripping with blood coming out of his chest.

At the same time, Han Rou's voice with a little trembling, but extremely firm, came into his ears from behind Fang Zhengzhong: "I don't allow you to hurt him again!"

Fang Zhengzhong laughed angrily: "Ha...... Hahaha...... After thousands of calculations, I didn't expect Senior Sister Han to be different from what she used to be, and she would lift a sword and hurt people for a man!"

"Not bad! haha...... Very good!hahaha......" Fang Zhengzhong laughed wildly as if he was crazy.

Wen San saw the opportunity, and a stack of spirit runes were triggered in unison, and dozens of ice picks condensed out of thin air in the air. Once the icicle is formed, it swoops straight to the square.

Fang Zhengzhong didn't look back, but he heard the sound of an ice pick breaking the wind and stopped laughing.

A sudden wind suddenly rose around his body, his robe was blown with a hunting sound, his spiritual power was like a tidal wave, and his right hand pinched a few fingers in front of his chest like lightning.

Then, Fang Zhengzhong's whole body crackled non-stop, and the silver arc swayed around his body, like countless spirit snakes spitting snake letters.

The icicle struck him, shattering it all and cracking it all along.

"Tianquan Peak's Thunder Technique!" Wen Er exclaimed in surprise.

Tianquan Peak is famous for its magic techniques, especially the Five Elements Secret Method, and Lei Jue is one of them.

Lei Jue is because of its domineering and violent nature, few people have cultivated it, and there are many disciples in Yuntian Palace, but they don't dare to practice this technique, because in the process of cultivation, if you are not careful, you will explode and die.

Wen Er didn't expect that Fang Zhengzhong would actually succeed in cultivating Lei Jue.

Seeing that Han Rou was still holding the spirit sword and refused to let go, Wen Er took two quick steps, dragged her back, and then quickly retreated.

Wen Yi on the other side, but the more he fought, the more he fought, and after a long battle, Wen did not fall behind at all, and a giant axe was swung like a tiger.

The Xuanfeng Gate is not comparable to the Yuntian Palace, without the support of pills and spells, it is all supported by a force of cultivation.

Wen Yi felt that as long as he could get close to Wang Zhiyuan, he would be able to split it in half with an axe.

However, the other party was too treacherous, and he didn't give him the slightest chance at all, just blindly waved the spirit sword, sending out one sword qi attack after another.

"Big brother!" Wen Er shouted as he stepped aside.

Wen Yi cut off a sword qi and said without looking back: "What's the matter?"

"It's time to fight hard!" Wen Er said quickly: "It's not good here, Fang Zhengzhong will be thundering!"

Wen Yi was startled, the axe in his hand slowed down by half a beat, and a sword qi cut a long hole in his arm.

Then Wen Yi no longer hesitated, his eyes were blood-red, and on his arm, which was thicker than ordinary people's thighs, green tendons flared up, and then he rushed towards Wang Zhiyuan.

A giant axe was in his hand, as if he was pinching a branch, without weight, and after slashing a few sword qi in a row, he approached Wang Zhiyuan.

Wang Zhiyuan was shocked and hurriedly retreated backwards for a distance.

However, Wen Yi was like a mad dog, chasing after him, and in desperation, Wang Zhiyuan stopped attacking, and Edgeworth flew into the air.

Faced with Wen Yi, a rough man, he discarded his dignity as a monk of the Jindan period and chose to avoid his edge.

In this case, Wen Yi has no choice, he is only in the foundation building period, and he can't fight in the air.

Stamped his feet indignantly, returned to Wen Er's side, and gasped when he saw Fang Zhengzhong, whose whole body was flowing in an arc.

"What should I do?" asked Wen Yi to Wen Er.

Wen Er smiled helplessly: "I don't know, we can't beat the peacock, not to mention that he has cultivated the thunder technique, which is much more powerful than the peacock." ”

"What else can I do! The mongrel doesn't ask where he came from, and the mad dog doesn't ask where he came from! Fuck him!" After Wen San finished speaking, he took out a pile of spirit talismans, and after attracting them, he smashed them towards Fang Zhengzhong.

Fang Zhengzhong turned around, looked at the ice pick fireball in the sky with a blank face, and smashed it towards him.

He unhurriedly pulled out Han Rou's spirit sword and threw it aside, and then his spirit sword was wrapped in lightning, and with one swing, all the attacks were scattered.

Wen Sanzheng thought that Fang Zhengzhong would attack them, but he dodged and came to Mu Wanfeng, looking at Mu Wanfeng with indifferent eyes.

Wen San and the others were suddenly anxious, and they rushed towards Mu Wanfeng's side.

Fang Zhengzhong casually swung out a sword qi, braving a trace of lightning, and hit Wen San and the others.

Wen Yi stepped forward one by one, and the giant axe brought a gust of wind and swept towards the sword qi.

Bang dang!

After a loud bang, Wen Yi's giant axe flew out of his hand and was thrown high. As for himself, he was injured by the sword qi, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his tower-like body smashed into Wen Er behind him, and the two of them threw it together.

Although Han Rou was delicate, she was also the strength of the Jindan Triple, and she easily avoided the sword qi that Fang Zhengzhong slashed out.

She didn't care about what happened to her, she only had that one in her heart, Mu Wanfeng who would murder her, but was willing to protect her.

Now Han Rou just wants to rush over desperately and stop Fang Zhengzhong.

Fang Zhengzhong raised the spirit sword and pointed it at the sky, the lightning was swirling, and the sound was like a life-urging spell, and when the sword fell the next moment, Mu Wanfeng would die on the spot.

"Don't!" Han Rou burst into tears and shouted bitterly.

The strong wind blowing across her face blew off the silk scarf on her face, revealing a sad face......