The sky is full of mud and sand, not to mention seeing the scenery in front of you, even breathing, the wind and dust also feel very uncomfortable, blocked and congested.

It's just that at this moment, in this situation, he doesn't have too much heart to pay attention to these, and Liu Ziwei, who has disappeared in the mud and sand, is the most fatal.

At that time, Feng Wuchen's whole body was tense, his heart was beating like a drum, cold sweat mixed with rain trickled down, and the hand holding the knife was faintly painful.

His knife was picked up casually, a very ordinary knife, which might not play much role in front of Liu Ziwei, but it could make him feel a little at ease.

After Liu Ziwei shouted, he completely disappeared from his figure, and even the sound of footsteps and breathing disappeared.

The whole world is only the sound of mud and sand and raindrops flying wildly, and it seems that Liu Ziwei has gone away.

The wind is dustless, but he stands in place, not daring to move. He knew that Liu Ziwei was not far from him, so he waited for himself to reveal his flaws and give himself a fatal blow.

The fear of the unknown is torturous.

In the face of the unknown, many of the most feared scenes will always pour out of their minds and enter people's imagination uncontrollably.

The more Feng Wuchen thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he felt that he was about to be tortured and crazy.

He didn't want to passively wait for Liu Ziwei to take the lead in attacking, he wanted to fight back.

It's just that the spells he currently knows are useless in this situation. Because, he can't be sure where Liu Ziwei is. If you do it rashly, it will only involve your mind and energy, and leave Liu Ziwei with an opportunity.

Just when Feng Wuchen's heart was in turmoil, a shallow sound of treading water suddenly sounded behind him.

He didn't think about it, he subconsciously turned around and slashed, the knife flew like lightning, and there was no obstacle all the way. He couldn't help but sink his heart and had a bad premonition.

At this moment, several sharp wind-breaking sounds suddenly sounded behind Feng Wuchen, and he suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

The wind is dustless, and the soul is a little flustered and wants to return to the knife to defend. In a panic, his lower body didn't keep up with his upper body, stepped on the air, and tripped over the dead body under his feet and fell to the ground.

More than a dozen "buzzing" sounds sounded intensively in the dust-free place.

Feng Wuchen's whole body was cold, his heart was like ashes, and he secretly thought that he was going to die this time.

"Damn!"

On the other side, Liu Ziwei finally spoke up again, but Feng Wuchen was not ready to make a move.

Besides, Feng Wuchen didn't plan to make a move, because he felt that his life was at stake.

"That's not right!"

Feng Wuchen wiped his whole body, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, he didn't have a trick on his body.

It turned out that the two stacked corpses tripped over Feng Wuchen and stopped him from the back, and he received more than a dozen throwing knives for him, inadvertently saving his life.

And these two dead corpses are Jiang Jiong and Zhong Ziyong, if these two people know about it, they will definitely be angry to death again.

I didn't be happy for long, and there were more than a dozen rapid wind-breaking sounds rushing towards Feng Wuchen, this time overhead.

escaped death, Feng Wuchen's mood suddenly changed, the tension and crampedness in his heart immediately decreased, and his mind became lively.

It was another flying knife attack, Feng Wuchen was no longer flustered, and he suddenly used a juggling trick. I saw him half-bowed, with his back to the ground, like a turtle that had "capsized", spinning in place, like a spinning top. At the same time, his legs were connected, and all the dead bodies around him were facing the flying knives, and the first to bear the brunt were Jiang Jiong and Zhong Ziyong.

The sound of "poof" is endless.

Once again, Liu Ziwei was ruined by these "subordinates" who were not successful enough to do more than anything, Liu Ziwei couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and scolded softly in a puffed up: "Bastard......"

Before the word "egg" could be spoken, he suddenly frowned and hurriedly jumped to the right.

Dozens of strong winds shot towards him at the same time.

Liu Ziwei's speed has reached his extreme, but in the face of the sound of breaking the wind like a net, this speed is still not enough. After all, speed is not what earth-attribute immortal cultivators are good at.

He himself is apparently aware of the problem. As soon as his body jumped up, he covered all his spiritual power beyond the reach of his armor.

The strong wind came in an instant, and most of his brain smashed on his body, all of which were mud pills glowing with a faint yellow light, Liu Ziwei's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he grinned and waited for the pain to strike.

However, after a few moments of shock, he was surprised to find that it was only a false alarm. The mud pills that fell on him dissipated as soon as they were touched, they didn't hurt or itch, and they were even a little comfortable, as if someone was gently caressing them.

"That's the only strength!"

Liu Ziwei's heart was overjoyed, and a contemptuous smile climbed up his face, and he once again dodged into the thick sand unscathed.

On the other side, instead of feeling any dissatisfaction or sorrow about the futility of his attack, Feng Wuchen was overjoyed. His "intrigues" have finally come true.

Liu Ziwei no longer made a sound, and once again turned into a demon who came and went without a trace, only silently maintaining the operation of the spell, quietly waiting for the time to come.

In the courtyard, the two faced each other from afar, and once again only the sound of raindrops remained.

At this moment, there were chaotic footsteps and noisy voices approaching in the distance.

Feng Wuchen frowned, secretly thinking that there was a chance that someone would be friend or foe, and he had to fight quickly. Liu Ziwei also has the same idea as him, for Liu Ziwei, the person who came was not from the Black Tiger Gang, it was the enemy who grabbed the territory, and the person who came was from the Black Tiger Gang, and it was the enemy who grabbed credit.

With the same mind, the two of them struck almost at the same time.

Feng Wuchen deliberately sold a flaw in his chest, and Liu Ziwei did what he planned, and hit seven mud balls in front of Feng Wuchen one after another, pretending to be head-on towards Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen was fooled again, and stupidly raised his knife to meet him.

At this time, Liu Ziwei had already taken advantage of the chaos to flash behind Feng Wuchen.

After failing to use the throwing knife twice in a row, Liu Ziwei hesitated and did not shoot the flying knife again, but stabbed the short sword in his hand into the back of Feng Wuchen's heart, who was defenseless.

Three steps, two steps, one step, one foot, three inches, cut through the outer robe......

Seeing that the short sword was about to be stained red with blood, Liu Ziwei seemed to have seen himself become the deputy gang leader.

But at this moment, Liu Ziwei suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and there was an extra foreign object, a water sword with blue light constantly flowing, and red blood was gurgling down the water sword.

Then, Liu Ziwei found that the person in front of him suddenly fell to the ground, hooked his right leg, kicked himself away, and the blood instantly blocked his mouth, and his throat and abdomen were heartbreaking.

With a "snap", Liu Ziwei slammed into the puddle.

He wanted to roll over and get up, but he felt so sleepy and in pain that he really didn't have any strength, so he could only close his eyes unwillingly.

Until he died, Liu Ziwei couldn't understand why that kid couldn't see himself at all but calculated his score exactly right.

It turned out that this was the "conspiracy" of Feng Wuchen.

Before, the spell cast by Feng Wuchen, "Flying Earth and Chasing Flesh", failed to hurt Liu Ziwei, and it seemed to have failed. In fact, this is not the case, because the real purpose of Feng Wuchen's blow was not to hurt Liu Ziwei, but to add some material to the latter.

This is not because he doesn't want to seriously injure Liu Ziwei directly, but because he knows that with this blow, he can only hit the latter with a little flesh wound at most, and he can't seriously injure the latter at all, so it is better to put a long line to catch a big fish.

Therefore, Feng Wuchen crushed the fire attribute spirit stone into the mud pill and hit Liu Ziwei's body.

In the heavy rain, in the mud and sand, Feng Wuchen relied on the fire attribute spiritual power to detect Liu Ziwei's every move.

Liu Ziwei only knew that he was calculating, but he didn't know that Feng Wuchen was also calculating!

Feng Wuchen let out a breath, feeling so tired that his whole body hurt, and his body sat on the ground uncontrollably, letting muddy water and blood stain his whole body.

He wanted to rest for a while, but the noise outside was getting closer, and there was no time to delay him.

He got up with a strong fight, took the storage bag from Liu Ziwei's body, and wanted to take the latter's armor, but he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

He quickly jumped up and glanced out, and when he looked at it, he was instantly shocked into a cold sweat.

A large group of Black Tiger Gang members were pouring towards him from all directions, surrounding his courtyard, and there were immortal cultivators among the many people who came!

There is no escape!

Feng Wuchen thought angrily: "Fuck, what is this called? I just got out of the tiger's mouth and fell into the wolf's den again!"

What to do?

Feng Wuchen's mind turned sharply, he hesitated slightly, and secretly encouraged himself in his heart, "There is a way to seek wealth and danger, and fight hard!"

Having made up his mind, he hurried to work on the corpses on the ground......

When the gate was pushed open, I saw Feng Wuchen lying in the blood and water, and shouted weakly towards the north: "Don't run!"

The visitor's face was shocked, he followed Feng Wuchen's gaze to look at the half-burned house, and then looked at the corpses all over the ground, and couldn't help but swallow: "What's going on?"

Feng Wuchen recognized the person who spoke, this person's name was Liu Ansheng, he was the hall master of the Sharp Claw Hall, he was an immortal cultivator, and he had the cultivation of the fourth layer of the Qi refining period.

He wasn't sure if Liu An's ascension had come so quickly and if he already knew something, could it be that he had already gotten some news that was unfavorable to him......