He stood up slowly. From the collision just now, Mu Feiliu realized that Zhuang Qingyun was indeed a tough guy. He injured himself just by just a meeting. The eighth level of body tempering should indeed not be underestimated. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. "It seems that if you don't show some skills, it's hard to say whether you can go out today."

Thinking of this in my heart, the scene just now appeared. Seeing the smile on Mu Feiliu's mouth, Zhuang Qingyun was a little scared. He was clearly already at the eighth level of body tempering, but he was actually a boy at the peak of the seventh level of body tempering. He took several steps back. If this was spread, he might be ridiculed by many people.

"Boy, don't pretend to be a ghost there. If you have any skills, just use them. No matter what, I will keep you here today, otherwise I won't be able to keep my face!" Zhuang Qingyun said with a stern look on his face.

"Yes! The top young master of the underground black market has performed many assassinations but has never lost all. I have to say that as a killer, you have done a good job, but this time, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Hearing Mu Feiliu say this, Zhuang Qingyun subconsciously glared at Qingyan, but Qingyan avoided Zhuang Qingyun's gaze early when Mu Feiliu said that, which made Zhuang Qingyun know that his background had been revealed by Qingyan.

"Hmph! I have seen all the masters of the ninth level of body tempering, and I will be afraid that you will not be a young boy who is a newborn boy with a seventh level of body tempering!" Although he said this, Zhuang Qingyun's subordinates did not mean to be neglected at all. As a killer, especially an assassin, his intuition told him that the boy in front of him who looked younger than him was very dangerous. If he was a little careless, he would really be in his hands.

Although he didn't know why this feeling came about, he believed in his intuition.

After the psychological battle was enough, Mu Feiliu stopped dragging on because he knew that if Zhuang Qingyun could not hold back and took the initiative, he would have to passively fight back, which was neither his own style nor his room to use his killer moves.

After adjusting the somewhat chaotic aura, Mu Feiliu came to the place where the giant sword was thrown away, and drew out the giant sword. Mu Feiliu felt that his entire aura had returned.

"It's not a good thing to continue like this. This little guy seems to be a little too dependent on this sword. Forget it, wait until he gets rid of this kid first and find a chance to get rid of this bad habit in the future." Zhu Liu thought so.

After calming down, Mu Feiliu finally found the feeling of his master using martial arts. The giant sword in his hand stretched out straight out. The originally quiet valley began to flow. The clouds wrapped in the valley were flowing in a visible degree to the naked eye. Mu Feiliu was slowly rising under Zhuang Qingyun's gaze, and his body began to radiate powerful blood energy that was inconsistent with his strength from his body.

"This, how is this possible? He is only at the peak of the seventh level of body tempering, how can he have such a strong blood energy? This fluctuation of the Yuan power is enough to compete with me, and there is a trend of continuing to rise. Is it a superior martial art?" Zhuang Qingyun thought so.

At this moment, Qingyan saw that Mu Feiliu could create such a loud noise. For some reason, she, who should have been happy to escape from the Monster Mountains, couldn't be happy in her heart.

"Is this the real difference between me and him? No wonder he refused to accept me. It turns out that he is not as excellent as he imagined! We may be people from different worlds!" He smiled as if he was self-deprecating, and the mottled light shone out from the flowing clouds. Under the illumination, Qingyan looked even more beautiful at this moment, but her expression was sad and pitiful.

At this moment, Mu Feiliu naturally had no time to distract himself from what Qingyan and Zhuang Qingyun thought. The layers of ripples caused by the fluctuations of Yuanli were washed away from his body, and the rune giant sword in his hand and the dark sword body had been replaced by the blazing light at this moment, and the scene was really gorgeous.

Zhuang Qingyun's subordinates had already stepped back from a distance after seeing Mu Feiliu causing such a big momentum. Zhuang Qingyun could only curse helplessly: "At the time of disaster, everyone flew away, and a group of things that could not be made into the climate!"

"No, if this continues, when he really exerts the power of his superior martial arts, he will really fall into his hands at that time. He has to find a way to interrupt him."

Looking at the far away standing behind Mu Feiliu, looking at the moment when Mu Feiliu showed his power and the ecstasy Qingyan, Zhuang Qingyun shook his head unrealistically. If this kid goes crazy, I am afraid that my situation will not be much better, and maybe even worse.

After gritting his teeth, Zhuang Qingyun finally decided to do it himself, interrupting Mu Feiliu's attack head-on, and his body of energy gathered wildly, and a blue dragon phantom was quickly condensed behind him.

"Qinglong Art, Zhuang Qingyun, you..." Qingyan came back to her senses in surprise, and then stared at Zhuang Qingyun with anger.

"Hmph! It's just a fourth-grade martial art in a volume. I'll give it to me to practice in the power. What's the point of making a fuss? Don't think that only you are taken care of. I can enjoy all the privileges you enjoy except those on the surface." Zhuang Qingyun said to Qingyan with some mockery.

Then he stopped talking, and he was not sure whether the fourth-grade martial arts could interrupt Mu Feiliu, but he had to try it, otherwise there would be no chance.

The shadow of the Qinglong became more and more solid, and Zhuang Qingyun finally moved, while Mu Feiliu was still accumulating momentum.

As his figure flashed a few times, Zhuang Qingyun's figure seemed to be combined with the Qinglong phantom, and it was thunderous and rushed to Mu Feiliu's chest.

"No, no." Qingyan exclaimed in surprise. In her opinion, Mu Feiliu was undoubtedly the most dangerous at this moment. Her own strength was too weak, and the disadvantages of using high-level martial arts were fully revealed on Mu Feiliu.

That's right, when Mu Feiliu uses this set of martial arts, he naturally cannot be as smooth as his master, and can be able to retract and release freely. Just condensing his blood and energy consumes nearly half of Mu Feiliu's energy. The subsequent martial arts are naturally a bit weak, which gives Zhuang Qingyun the opportunity to take advantage of. However, if he thinks Mu Feiliu is so vulnerable, then he seems to be too underestimating his high-intensity practice for a month.

The moment Zhuang Qingyun's body hit, Mu Feiliu drove his blood and energy to move. Zhuang Qingyun didn't expect that Mu Feiliu could still distract himself from his attack at this time, but he couldn't let him think too much about why, because the next moment, Mu Feiliu's martial arts had been brewing, and Zhuang Qingyun thought to himself, "Oh no."

Qingyan patted her chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The giant sword flashing with blazing thunder, accompanied by powerful blood, continued to magnify in Zhuang Qingyun's pupils. If this blow really hit him, he would probably really have to explain it here.

"No, I still have so many wishes. I can't die here, I can't..."

Zhuang Qingyun quickly cast a seal, and quickly formed a golden light curtain above his head, protecting his entire body tightly and increasing his defense to the highest level. Only then did he feel relieved to wait for Mu Feiliu's shot to fall.

Mu Feiliu was not too surprised to see Zhuang Qingyun sacrificed a defensive spiritual treasure. It would be strange if there was no such thing as the underground black market. However, if you just rely on this, you would want to escape the disaster. It would be too underestimated to be the power of the sixth-grade martial arts.

The giant sword fell down fiercely, and along with the sword body, Zhuang Qingyun, who was curled up under defense, had a loud bang on the ground and smoke and dust rose.

Bang, bang, bang.

The remaining momentum is not stopped, the dust is overturned, and the powerful aftermath of the Yuan power spreads. Those who are not far away are not far enough. Zhuang Qingyun's vassals are lucky, but they are just vomiting blood and flying, while those who are not lucky are blown into scum.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhuang Qingyun's figure appeared under the huge deep pit, but at this moment he was in a mess.

"Cough cough..." After a few violent coughs, Zhuang Qingyun ran away desperately, leaving only the broken seal lying quietly in the deep pit.

The giant sword in his hand was deeply embedded in the ground, and Mu Feiliu hit the ground with one knee. The situation seemed to be much better. Zhuang Qingyun had already escaped, and naturally no one dared to step forward with his vassals and those who were injured and disabled.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!