Several masked men panicked and couldn't help but take a step back slightly at the same time, but they immediately returned to their normal state and continued to stare at Mu Yun coldly, "Humph, who is General Doro, how could he be taken advantage of by a freshling like you?"
The little baby was hurt?" One of the calmer masked men said sternly, "You are bragging and you don't even look at the place!"
"Oh?" Mu Yun continued to pretend to be confident, "Then you can go forward and try, I want to see whether it is your fate or your general's strength!" After saying that, she suddenly stepped forward.
With one step, he used his powerful mental power to cover the opponent, and a faint silver light spread out, surrounding all the masked men.
Although the several masked men had the strength of the heavenly realm gods, their mental power was far less powerful than that of Mu Yun. They were suddenly frightened by this nearly substantial mental power, and they suddenly panicked in their hearts, and they involuntarily took a step back.
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The subtle movements of the masked men were caught in Mu Yun's eyes without missing a beat. She smiled secretly in her heart: "It seems that although these guys are strong, they have very low IQs!"
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Mu Yun sneered disdainfully, "I thought you cursed warriors from the underworld were so powerful, but it turns out they are nothing more than that."
"What, what did you say?!" When the masked men heard Mu Yun insulting themselves, the anger in their chests suddenly surged, and they even forgot about their fear.
Mu Yun saw that the other party's attention had been attracted to him, so he winked at No Yalan. Noya Lan understood and quickly approached the last masked man with his back to him, holding a short blade of lightning in his hand.
It stabbed into the back of his heart.
"Pfft!" There was a soft sound, and the short blade was inserted very neatly. The masked man was not as strong as General Doro. He immediately fell to the ground and twitched. Black liquid flowed out from the back of his heart like a spring. It only took a few seconds.
Within seconds he stopped struggling.
After a successful blow, Noyalan's murderous intention became stronger. She held the short blade tightly in her hand and continued to approach the next target.
In order to protect her, Mu Yun continued to provoke several masked men: "Is there no one in your underworld? Why send all these cowards?"
"You're looking for death!" The voices of the masked men began to become hoarse, and the facial muscles gradually became distorted. The muscles and bones all over their bodies made a crisp sound of "click!" and began to expand outwards.
"No! They are about to transform!" Mu Yun exclaimed, and then shouted to Noyalan, "Hurry up, we will be finished when their transformation is completed!"
Noyalan was shocked when she heard this, and hurriedly flew towards the remaining masked men who were transforming. She quickly waved the short blade in her hand and began to poke holes in their bodies to bleed.
"Puff puff puff!" The blood column sprayed, and the pungent dark green liquid splashed everywhere. Mu Yun lost his fighting spirit and spiritual power, and his body was so weak that he could not escape. Being splashed all over by these disgusting liquids, Nuo
Yalan was in the blood column and was even more embarrassed.
"Ouch!" Several masked men were stabbed by short blades, and they let out ferocious roars. They began to attack Noyalan crazily. "Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Noyalan was thrown by the arm of one of them and hit hard.
He was knocked out and fell to the ground and passed out.
"No Yalan!" Mu Yun shouted worriedly.
"Ouch!" The size of the masked men suddenly doubled in size, and their arms and legs became extremely thick. Their originally dark pupils began to emit a strange green light.
"What's wrong? No Yalan's short blade has failed?" Mu Yun looked at the Cursed Warrior in front of him in surprise, and felt that a strong aura of death was gradually approaching him.