In Nanqin's cell, the bald head stood in front of her shirtless. Mu Jifeng looked from behind and saw that the back of the bald head was full of scars.

There are sword wounds, and spell wounds of uneven size.

Mu Baofeng thought that Nanqin's fear was justified.

The bald head took off his outer pants and approached Nanqin. At this time, a demon city soldier came in outside, and he carried a man on his shoulder.

The soldier followed the bald man's will and threw the man on his shoulders in front of Mu Baofeng.

The bald head turned around, looked at Mu Baofeng condescendingly, and said: "Anyway, you are also the first time to go to the Demon City, this slave will be regarded as a meeting gift for you, do whatever you want." Well, I can teach you about our customs here. ”

Mu Baofeng looked at his terrifyingly strong upper body, and probably understood what he was talking about. He hurriedly turned over the person in front of him, and sure enough, it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old demon girl, her clothes were torn, her shriveled body was faintly exposed, and there was a brand similar to Nanqin on her chest.

It seems that these so-called slaves are not only slaves who work, but also serve bald heads and other devils like bald heads!

On the other side of Mu Baofeng, his bald head had taken off his pants and his whole body was naked, he pressed Nanqin to the ground, listening to Nanqin's muffled roar of gnashing teeth, and let out a cold dirty smile.

The bald head faced Nanqin in front of Mu Baofeng, and what he did was a provocation to him.

Mu Baofeng only felt a fire in his heart, he pushed away the slave in front of him, and commanded Treading Wind to try to pierce the bald head through the prison door.

However, the dungeon of the Demon City is guarded by the formation of the Demon Clan, and it is difficult to move forward when the wind is stuck in mid-air.

The bald head heard the sound, and turned his face against Nanqin's neck, he saw Mu Baofeng's golden-red eyes fierce, and chuckled in Nanqin's ear: "This is the person you fancie?

Although many people have called Mu Baofeng Mu Daxia since he was a child, he only regarded it as a polite title.

He couldn't afford the word hero, and he never thought about it. He is not like Dong Junqin, slaying demons and destroying demons is not to relieve the world, but to strengthen his cultivation and punish those demons and monsters to ruin his peace.

Dong Junqin has also said before that he is sometimes too calm, calm and a little indifferent.

Mu Baofeng didn't care about Dong Junqin's words at that time, what's wrong with being indifferent? Just like him and Dong Junqin, ask yourself, most of the time, this is how he treats his only friend.

If you have to say that Mu Jifeng has anything particularly concerned, it is probably his life experience. That's why he went all the way here with Dong Junqin.

Other than that, and beyond that......

Mu Baofeng didn't know why he made a move. He knew that he was now on someone else's territory, and he also knew that Nanqin, as an escaped slave, would be punished if he was now caught.

But his hands were not calm, and the more he did not move in the wind, the more angry he became. The bald head saw that his other eye was about to change color, and he sat up on his knees, and sucked the wind floating in the air into his hand in an instant with one hand.

The sword was taken away, and Mu Baofeng fell to the ground with a detachment, and then watched his treading wind be broken in two by the bald head and a hand knife.

Nanqin lay on the ground, just as dumbfounded as he looked at the two pieces of silverware on the ground. How the cultivation of this bald head is, Nanqin knows too well. Otherwise, why didn't many people dare to run away for so many years?

She turned her head sideways and shook her head slightly at Mu Baofeng, signaling him to leave it alone. It's not the first time anyway, and it's the scariest thing.

The bald head saw Mu Baofeng kneeling on the ground, and he didn't know whether to worship his scrap iron broken sword or surrender to his might, in short, he was very happy to see Mu Baofeng's defeat.

The bald head leaned down again and ripped off the last piece of clothing on Nanqin's body. He didn't have much patience and was ready to go straight to work.

But at this moment, the two short swords on the ground shattered into pieces. The sudden change interrupted the bald head's movements again, and before he could figure it out, the fragments turned into a uniform and slashed towards him.

Qingjing's sword has never been just a sword. It can even grow into a handkerchief if you want to.

Although the bald head is strong, in this small space, he was robbed of the opportunity again, and he was bloodlet for a while.

Blood dripped on the shards, and dark lines that were difficult to see along the eyes spread all over the shards, and finally resembled fiery maple leaves.

Treading the wind, stepping on the maple.

The bald head was furious. He reacted immediately, Mu Jifeng didn't dare to resist when he didn't resist, and he didn't dare to resist when he resisted. Everything is an action that is decided after observation.

This is natural, whether it is a human or a demon, no matter how invincible he is to the demon race, he is also a high-level disciple of the Azure Realm. They didn't get any weapons all the way to the cage, and there were so many "strange people" locked up here, but the door was still made of a few pieces of wood, and they knew with their feet that there were spell blessings on the door.

It can be seen that the bald head is an arrogant and rude person, and he is extremely confident in himself and his own territory.

It's a pity that it's not a good thing to be too confident, confident to the point of conceit. Mu Baofeng concluded that he would definitely do something to himself in order to humiliate people. So Mu Jifeng has been waiting.

It's just that he didn't expect that the bald head wanted to rape Nanqin in front of him. But it just so happened that he was a pervert that Mu Baofeng had a chance.

Although Mu Jifeng is still a chick, he knows when normal males are most likely to be upset, and he knows if he doesn't think about it or look carefully.

That's why he knew that he couldn't pass through the cage by stepping on the wind, but he still raised his sword to provoke. Of course, half of these plans are thanks to Dong Junqin on the other side of the heart.

The bald man realized that he was being calculated, and immediately lost all interest in Nanqin. He put his shirt back on, and with a punch shook the shards of the treadmill. The shards fell to the ground, and he stepped on the iron shards and headed towards Mu Zhufeng.

Seeing this, Mu Baofeng, who was behind the prison door, curled the corners of his mouth and stood up, not afraid of bald heads at all.

Dong Junqin also said just now that arrogant people hate people who disobey him the most. Sure enough, the bald head passed through the cell door, and a long spear turned out of his hand, and the handle of the gun spun rapidly in his hand, cutting through the air and tearing sound.

Mu Baofeng took a few steps back and "kicked" the slave on the ground into the corner. Without stepping on the wind, Mu grabbed the wind lunge and boxed.

The spear sliced through the circle, destroying the wooden fence, and then stabbed straight at Mu Baofeng. Mu Baofeng let go of the blow with a punch, then dodged the face with his back, and finally quickly got up, his hands together and clamped the blade of the gun.

The bald head snorted coldly, and the blade of the gun turned sideways, hooking the edge of Mu Luofeng's palm and piercing into the flesh.

Mu Baofeng ignored the pain and pretended to be pricked, but in fact, he was dragged out of the prison by his bald head.

When he got out of the cell with one foot, his bald head secretly screamed that it was not good, it was a bitter ploy! But it was too late to make amends.

The bald head turned his blade again, and raised his foot to kick Mu Baofeng's abdomen. However, when the sole of the shoe was almost attached, the bald head felt a repulsive force.

The formation of the Demon City Dungeon will suppress the energy of the imprisoned.

The force of the bald head under the anger is not small, and it is impossible for Mu Baofeng to stop it.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was stunned, Mu Baofeng turned sideways to avoid the bald head, and then held the spear with his backhand and pasted a talisman.

Mu Baofeng: "Do you know what the sword that was broken by you just now is called?"

Treading the wind and stepping on the wind, the wind is an intangible thing, which cannot be avoided or shaken off. The bald head stepped on it so heavily, and it was simply a wind attack.

The sword recognizes the master, and the wind under his feet is Mu Baofeng, so naturally he will not let his bald head kick his master. The spear rotated, whipping up the wind that floated slightly to the ground in the compartment. Now this compartment is filled with the smell of Mu Zhufeng.

The bald head blocked the door of Nanqin's cell and shouted, "Someone!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... The bald head cut down.

It seems that this man can think of bad things for him, and his accomplices can also think of breaking down his prison door.

The snatch in the bald hand was restrained by Mu Baofeng's rune paper, and it was surrounded by his spiritual thread.

But as long as they are still in the magic city, they are birds with broken wings, no matter whether you step on the wind or in the mud, no one can get out.

Bald head: "Okay, you kid has some skills." Then we'll just spend it, and see if you fall first or me!"

To be honest, Mu Jifeng has reached this point. No matter how strong the treading wind is, it is broken. No matter how powerful the swordsmanship is, it will be useless without the sword core, and it won't last long.

At the moment, he can only drag his bald head as much as possible to make him forget Nanqin for the time being, and the rest is waiting for Dong Junqin, who makes him believe in himself, to save the scene.