After getting rid of Zhang Heming, Jing Muchen looked at Fang Ping and said, "The guards who escaped from Tianjian Medicine Village have all been killed by the obsidian warriors. But the strange thing is that there are no greedy people among them.
. Could it be that the news we got last time was false? Greedy Wolf’s main force is not in Mingquan City?”
Fang Ping frowned slightly and said, "According to my estimation, if Greedy Wolf's forces are really lurking in Mingquan City, when I leave Mingquan City this time, they should set up an ambush along with Tianjian Medicine Store on the road. That's why I ordered
We have informed you to lead a group of people to follow us. If Greedy Wolf’s forces do not appear this time, it is very likely that what you found out last time was false news and was a fog bomb deliberately released by Greedy Wolf.”
When the two of them were wondering, a burst of vast and sharp laughter suddenly sounded from outside the village. Upon hearing this laughter, Jing Muchen's expression changed drastically and he said, "Oh no! Mo Yun, the leader of Greedy Wolf, is actually here too.
! It seems that it is certain that Tanlang will move its headquarters to Mingquan City. I have not notified my master to come to Mingquan City, but I met Mo Yun here. Our situation today is very dangerous!"
As soon as Jing Muchen finished speaking, a slender figure, already like blue smoke, floated into the small village and appeared more than ten feet away from everyone.
Jing Muchen's expression was extremely serious, and he lowered his voice and said to Fang Ping, "Brother Fang, this Mo Yun is a strong man at the master level. No one here can resist him. You take Atu to find an opportunity to escape, and let Atu inform me.
Master, I will lead my men to fight with him and give you a chance to escape."
Jing Muchen brought twenty obsidian warriors over. The cultivation of these people were all at the Body Tempering Realm level. Fang Ping had nearly twenty people left, including several masters at the Great Perfection level of the Body Tempering Realm. So
Many powerful people gathered together, but in Jing Muchen's opinion, they were no match for Mo Yun and could only look for a chance to escape.
"There are so many of us, fighting with all our strength, can we really not beat him alone?" Fang Ping's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he stared closely at Mo Yun, who was expressionless not far away, and said. Fang Ping
Although he has not yet reached the level of Grandmaster, his continuous breakthroughs have given him strong self-confidence. Therefore, even if he is facing an unfathomable Grandmaster-level powerhouse, Fang Ping's heart is filled with the idea of deciding to fight.
Jing Muchen did not have Fang Ping's strong self-confidence. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Fang, a master-level expert is not on the same level as a body-tempering realm expert. If we don't have a master-level expert to help us,
I'm afraid it's wishful thinking to defeat him. We took advantage of the large number of people and took advantage of the chaos to escape a few. To deal with this person, my master must take action."
"Who among you is the pharmacist Fang Ping?" Mo Yun said in a low, hoarse, erratic voice.
Fang Ping took two steps and looked directly into Mo Yun's eyes, "I am."
Mo Yun looked him over and nodded, "Very good! If we catch you back, our business this time will be complete."
Commander Qin shouted loudly, "All guards must obey the order and must protect Mr. Fang to evacuate safely to the death."
Mo Yun snorted coldly, "You guys who are like ants, do you still want to escape in front of me? All of you here today must die." As he spoke, he moved, and in an instant, he jumped over ten meters.
At a distance of more than ten feet, he arrived in front of Commander Qin.
When Mo Yun moved, Fang Ping felt only one word, fast! Extraordinarily fast! This speed even exceeded the limit of his vision! It was also beyond the endurance range of ordinary people's bodies!
Everyone's eyes only felt like a blur, and then Commander Qin's figure flew out like a dead cat and fell into the woods without moving. No one could see how Mo Yun took action.
With this speed, Mo Yun could easily break through their defense and kill them.
"Do it! Kill him together!" Fang Ping's inner breath surged, and he rushed out without thinking, rushing towards Mo Yun's position. The moment his body activated, Fang Ping activated the motion capture analysis of Tianxi's system.
Function. Fang Ping knew very well that at this moment, he could not hesitate for a moment, otherwise he would be defeated by Mo Yun one by one.
Mo Yun snorted coldly, "Humph, do you still want to seize the opportunity in front of me?" His figure trembled slightly, and he came to Fangping in an instant. He raised his right palm, causing a force like a wave to hit.
With great force, he hit Fang Ping on the chest.
When Mo Yun took action, the flow of internal energy around his body was so fast that Fang Ping could only feel the storm-like flow of internal energy on his body, but was unable to judge its direction and direction.
"Huh", the fierce wind tore through the inner breath defense in Fang Ping's chest, and then, an overwhelming force penetrated from his chest.
"The silver bottle is broken," Fang Ping shouted in his heart, and the breath in his whole body froze, just like a bottle filled with water that was frozen by the cold. Then, the breath in his whole body exploded from the inside out.
When he opened it, all his strength was poured into his palms. This move was a killing move in the Cold Spring Art, which was fierce, violent, and powerful.
"Bang", Fang Ping pushed out his palms flatly, blocking Mo Yun's palms. But then, the overwhelming power from Mo Yun's palms knocked Fang Ping's figure off the ground.
He got up and fell into the woods.
Fang Ping broke four or five bowl-sized trees in succession before he managed to stabilize his body. The bones of his two arms were in severe pain during this collision, as if they were broken. If it weren't for him, he would have used Tianxiang Pills and Hanquan.
The art had tempered the bones, and Mo Yun's palm could break both of his arms.
Fang Ping suddenly took action and fought against Mo Yun, which was slightly beyond Jing Muchen's expectation. He did not expect that facing a master-level opponent, Fang Ping had no idea of backing down. And Fang Ping was under Mo Yun's attack.
Although he was attacked, he was not defeated, which also gave him a certain degree of confidence.
After hesitating for a moment, Jing Muchen's face turned pale, and he led his obsidian warriors to attack Mo Yun.
Facing the simultaneous attacks of so many people, Mo Yun showed a smile on his face, and let out a sharp laugh from the depths of his throat, "You all come together, which saves me from chasing you one by one."
Mo Yun's figure moved, and his figure transformed into several phantoms, blowing out fierce winds and rushing into the crowd.
"Bang Bang", "Dang Dang Dang", a sound of war sounds, and then the sound of painful how to however.
His whereabouts and trends. Anyone who came close to him would be seriously injured if they saw him face to face with their weapons.
"Bang", Mo Yun smashed the chest of a gale guard in a confrontation. Although the gale guard died, his hands tightly hugged Mo Yun's calf and did not let go.
Mo Yun dragged a person on his leg and his speed immediately slowed down. The guards surrounding him were all experienced veterans. As soon as he slowed down, everyone immediately formed a formation and trapped him in the middle.
"Tsk", the serrated knife of a black warrior cut through Mo Yun's back, pulling a wound on his back. Mo Yun pointed out with his backhand, and his fingertips penetrated this man like tofu.
The heart of a warrior.
The warrior retreated sharply after making the cut, but after only taking a few steps, blood surged from his heart and he fell to the ground dead. Most of the warriors adopted a method of retreating at the first touch, looking for opportunities to inflict damage to Mo Yun.
Killing. However, if the main movement is slightly slow, he will die under Mo Yun's thunderous attack.
"Pa", a soft whip took advantage of the situation and wrapped around Mo Yun's wrist.
With a flick of Mo Yun's wrist, the big man holding the whip was shaken open, and the skin on his palms was torn. However, the big man still held on to the soft whip and refused to let go.
"Hu", "Peng", Fang Ping and Atu fired hidden weapons at the same time, covering Mo Yun's figure. Mo Yun dragged the body on his legs and pulled the big man holding the whip aside. The corners of his clothes were because of
Some holes were corroded by the poison.
Two Gui Luo killers who had reached the Perfect Body Tempering Realm approached Mo Yun and exchanged two blows with Mo Yun. Under the restraint of others, these two killers did not collapse at the first touch, but fought with Mo Yun.
"Those who know how to use hidden weapons and poisons will distract him, and those who use controlled weapons will restrain him. Close combat experts will come forward to fight with him. Don't let him get away." Fang Ping gave loud instructions while approaching Mo Yun.
He punched him on the shoulder, and then pointed at his back.
Although Mo Yun's martial arts was powerful, he was not three-headed and six-armed. Fang Ping's punch on his shoulder, although not enough to break his inner energy defense, opened a small gap in the endless flow of inner energy around him.
After paying the price of more than ten casualties, Fang Ping and others finally managed to control Mo Yun. The battle between the two sides evolved into a stalemate.
But Fang Ping and his party had to pay a huge price for every minute of delaying Mo Yun. Basically, someone was seriously injured or died every minute. However, the damage that Fang Ping and others inflicted on Mo Yun was difficult to inflict on him.
Fatal impact.
Fang Ping couldn't remember how many times he was knocked out by Mo Yun, and then as soon as he recovered his inner breath, he pounced on him desperately. Mo Yun's violent force burst out and bombarded him repeatedly, causing all the bones in his body to break.
It looked like they were falling apart. But Fang Ping couldn't have the slightest intention of retreating. He was one of the only few masters who could cause substantial damage to Mo Yun. Any one of them who retreated even slightly might cause Mo Yun to hit him.
Gap, break through their siege.
After another five minutes, the two sides were still at a stalemate. However, the damage suffered by Fang Ping's side was getting bigger and bigger. Now, they only have less than twenty people who are still capable of fighting. Mo Yun may break through the siege at any time.