Seeing that Mu Wanfeng was really saying to leave, Liu Fu immediately flew over, stopped in front, and waved a sword qi to force Mu Wanfeng back again.

"Want to go, it's not that easy!"

Mu Wanfeng scolded secretly in her heart, but on the surface, she pretended to be light-hearted, and said with a smile: "Old guy, how do I feel, are you afraid of me?"

Liu Fu was a little drummed, weighing the truth in Mu Wanfeng's words.

If Mu Wanfeng was pretending, he was naturally fearless. But if not, it is inducing yourself to get close, and there may be powerful tricks waiting for you.

Years of ups and downs in the world still made him feel that he would rather believe in it than believe in it, and kept a distance from Mu Wanfeng in the air.

However, no matter whether Mu Wanfeng went forward or backward, Liu Fu would always swing his sword qi and force it back to its original place.

Mu Wanfeng was suspicious, this guy didn't attack with all his strength, and he didn't let him leave, so that he couldn't get up or down, what was he thinking?

Is it testing yourself?

There is no way to go on like this, and in the long run, Liu Fu will always see that he is just a strong outsider.

After thinking about it again, Mu Wanfeng still decided to take the initiative, it was better than waiting for death here.

After making up his mind, he used his moon steps to rise up and rushed towards Liu Fu. Immediately after, the spiritual power of his body was activated, and the Qianjun Giant Sword roared and slashed over.

What Mu Wanfeng didn't expect was that Liu Fu's figure flashed and avoided it from a distance.

"Yo, old thing, where did you get your momentum before? Being so afraid of me is not the style of Ling Xiao Pavilion!"

Liu Fu snorted coldly and didn't answer, the more Mu Wanfeng ridiculed him, the more convinced he was that there was fraud in it.

However, he would not wait, the spiritual power was frantically poured into the spirit sword, and he kept slashing out sword qi towards Mu Wanfeng.

Although the Purple Mansion Eightfold Sword Qi is strong, as long as it is not close, it is still reluctant to admire the evening breeze.

Mu Wanfeng has also built a successful foundation, not to mention that his ability is against the eightfold of the Purple Mansion, but he will not be defeated.

In a flash, he avoided most of the sword qi, and if he couldn't avoid it, he used a thousand jun to smash or block.

For a while, the two fought back and forth, but they didn't even scratch a piece of each other's skin.

Liu Fu didn't notice that when Mu Wanfeng was fighting with him, his pace was gradually approaching the hinterland of the Yantang.

Millet reminded in his arms: "Tighten your belt, don't take it lightly, don't stop when you reach the foot of the mountain, go directly to the top of the mountain!"

When Mu Wanfeng heard this, he didn't pay attention, and his shoulder was grazed by the sword qi, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

At this time, he had a meow and wanted to spit on Xiaomi's face, but he couldn't open his mouth, and he almost didn't hold back the internal injuries.

Mu Wanfeng peeked at the distance, grinding at this speed, not half an hour, he didn't think about the top of the mountain.

If there is another moth in the middle, all efforts will be in vain, and all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Mu Wanfeng was ruthless, and suddenly rushed towards Liu Fu, and kept using the moon step in the middle, stepping on the void to borrow strength, and exerting his speed to the extreme.

Liu Fu was shocked, could it be that this is a dog jumping off the wall in a hurry, planning to fight hard?

Out of prudence, he still retreated, and at the same time swung his spirit sword, slashing out sword qi to block Mu Wanfeng's approach.

Mu Wanfeng faced him head-on this time, and he didn't dodge at all, and rushed straight into the sword qi.

He blocked the vital point with a thousand junks, completely ignoring the rest of the place, but his mind was filled with ruthlessness, and he kept kicking and kicking under his feet, and rushed forward fiercely.

In an instant, Mu Wanfeng's clothes were in tatters, and her whole body was covered with open skin and flesh, and she was drenched in blood.

Taking advantage of this fierceness, he finally approached Liu Fu, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Old thing, die!"

Liu Fu was really shocked by his lifeless momentum, and hurriedly retreated.

Mu Wanfeng chased after him, pressing step by step, and when he was one step away from Liu Fu, he shouted: "Xiaomi, order Qianjun!"

Xiaomi knew that it was imminent at this time, so it couldn't think about it too much, and immediately spewed out a raging flame and wrapped it in Qianjun.

Mu Wanfeng suddenly stepped into the air under his feet, causing his speed to surge again and catch up with Liu Fu. He let out a loud shout, slashed a thousand pounds, and slashed at it.

Liu Fu had no choice but to raise his spirit sword and was forced to choose to take the blow hard.

Poop!

Unexpectedly, Liu Fu didn't have anything unusual except that he felt a little stronger.

The Qianjun Giant Sword quickly shrank in the flames, and the sword body, which was originally seven inches wide, quickly shrunk to the width of a palm.

On the other hand, after Liu Fu's spirit sword blocked Qianjun, it was immediately coiled and entangled by the viper-like flames, and half of it was also burned in an instant.

Mu Wanfeng runs the sword trick, and the purple mangs are flourishing above Qianjun.

The sharp purple mang, which was unbreakable, coupled with the Qinxin Purple Moon Sword Technique, really did not disappoint him.

Click, boom!

Liu Fuling's sword resisted for a moment, and then under the flames and sword blade, it shattered into two.

Qianjun Sword castrated unabated, and continued to slash towards his chest. Liu Fu's soul was rising, and he spread his spirit sword and hurriedly fell backwards.

However, although he dodged Qianjun, the scorching flames on the blade of the sword still floated to him.

When Liu Fu saw that this flame could attach to the sword and roast, he knew that it was extremely dangerous.

His spiritual power slanted out, shattering his robe in an instant, and his bare body once again distanced himself from Mu Wanfeng.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the spirit sword that had not even been left with scum after being thrown away, annihilated in the air with the flames.

Liu Fu's pupils constricted, and he was afraid for a while.

It was the ultimate spiritual weapon! It only took a few breaths before it was burned to the ground. If he had been even a moment late, he would have ended up in the same fate.

Mu Wanfeng's current situation is a hundred times more miserable than Liu Fu, and there is no part of his body that is complete.

Although Xiaomi sucked the flame back into her mouth in time, the flame still ran down the hilt of the sword and burned into Mu Wanfeng's hand.

At this time, his entire palm was not charred black, but white.

Mu Wanfeng was miserable in her heart, the flame of millet was different from ordinary fire, it would not remain after burning, and it would be burned together with flesh and blood.

It's a pity that he's already done this, and he's still letting the old thing escape, but there's no time for himself to expect Ai Ai at the moment.

He changed Qianjun to his left hand, and took advantage of Liu Fu's stunned efforts to quickly sweep towards the top of the mountain on the side of the Sun Yan Hall.

After Liu Fu came back to his senses, Mu Wanfeng had already escaped some distance.

"I want to run!"

Liu Fu snorted vigorously and chased after him with all his might, and once again had a spirit sword in his hand.

Although Xiaomi's flames are terrifying, this is not Mu Wanfeng's strength.

Liu Fu could also see clearly at this time, Mu Wanfeng was playing tricks before. If he is really hiding his strength, he will not have the desperate style of play just now.

After figuring out the key to the matter, Liu Fu was no longer afraid, and chased after Mu Wanfeng with all his might.

Just when Mu Wanfeng was about to reach the top of the mountain, Liu Fu's hind feet happened to arrive, and with a sword in the head, he slashed down at it.

At the moment of crisis, Mu Wanfeng turned around and raised Qianjun to block.

Poop!

This sword, Liu Fu has no reservations.

Mu Wanfeng was shocked, and then fell towards the foot of the mountain at a faster speed.

It was just a little bit, but after all, it fell short and failed to reach the top of the mountain.