"Obsidian warrior! Fight to the death!" Jing Muchen roared.
The eight obsidian warriors who were still capable of fighting, with expressions of despair on their faces, formed a group of two and launched desperate moves one after another. Each move was a ferocious attack, without any regard for defense.
"Tsk", Mo Yuan's right ankle was slashed with a knife. The blade penetrated into his muscles and bones, causing him to bleed wildly. The movement of his right foot became somewhat inconvenient.
Immediately afterwards, another sharp spear point penetrated under his left rib, breaking two of his ribs and grazing his internal organs.
"Bang", a sledgehammer hit Mo Yun's shoulder so hard that his shoulder bones were dented and he staggered back a few steps.
The life-saving attacks of the eight obsidian warriors finally truly hurt Mo Yun, causing him to lose three to four points of his strength. But these eight people died in the blink of an eye under Mo Yun's powerful attack.
They had no thought of defense when they took action. Under the attack of the powerful master, everyone had no way to survive.
Watching one after another Obsidian warriors die tragically at the hands of Mo Yun, Fang Ping couldn't bear it. Although this was probably the only possible tactic to defeat Mo Yun, Fang Ping couldn't be cruel and let him
The Tiangang Guards and Gale Guards who followed him also carried out such suicidal attacks.
These Tiangang Guards and Gale Guards were all seconded from Heyuan Yaozhuang and the Meng Family, and were not his direct lineage. Even if they were injured, they would not have much impact on him. However, precisely because they came to help out of righteousness, Fang Ping did not
May they abandon their lives and commit suicide attacks.
"Brothers, fight!" A not-tall Tiangang guard roared like a tiger. The sharp sword in his hand suddenly roared, and then he thrust it towards Mo Yun's left shoulder like lightning.
His move was an imitation of the Obsidian Warrior's attack, but he wanted to leave a wound on Mo Yun's shoulder, without any thought of caring about his own life.
Mo Yun gave a gloomy sneer, "If you want to die, I will help you." He moved his feet and stretched out his five fingers, like an iron dustpan, piercing deeply into the heart of this Tiangang warrior, breaking his heart.
Before the Tiangang warrior was stabbed in the heart, his arm suddenly stretched several inches, and the sword edge suddenly expanded. At the same time, he flicked his wrist, tilted the tip of the sword, and stabbed Mo Yuan's left side.
Eye.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
More Tiangang Guards and Gale Guards let out deep roars and pounced on him like crazy tigers, trying to inflict fatal damage to Mo Yun at the cost of their lives.
Strong blood energy began to float in the air. The air that was originally cold became extremely hot at this time.
Although Mo Yun's body has a strong recovery ability, after suffering repeated heavy injuries, his strength has inevitably declined. Especially some injuries, such as the left eye that was blinded by a stab, will most likely remain with him for the rest of his life.
He will never recover in his lifetime.
As a Grandmaster, Mo Yun regards all opponents below the Grandmaster level as ants. However, these desperate ants today have caused real harm to him.
"You all will die for me!" Mo Yun opened his mouth and suddenly began to breathe violently, as if a person who was about to suffocate desperately wanted to take in some air. As his breathing accelerated, his chest expanded like a toad.
The drum shrank. At the same time, the internal energy in his body began to surge.
"This is a Xuan-level martial art, the Continuous Breath Shooting Technique! Everyone, retreat quickly!" Jing Muchen ordered loudly.
The Breath Shooting Technique is a martial art that activates the lungs at an extraordinary frequency, making the breathing rate several times higher than that of ordinary people, thereby stimulating the rapid flow of inner breath and doubling the strength.
Such martial arts are extremely powerful, but they will also put great pressure on the internal organs and cause a lot of wear and tear. Especially when all the five internal organs have not yet been fully developed, any Xuan-level martial arts will be unbearable for other internal organs.
Limitations of high-intensity loads.
Jing Muchen could tell that Mo Yun had not yet mastered all the five internal organs, so when he saw him activating the Continuous Breath Shooting Technique, he ordered everyone to retreat immediately to avoid his sharp edge.
As long as everyone can avoid his edge, soon his heart will be unable to withstand such a high-intensity load, and will have to stop running the Continuous Breath Shooting Technique. Moreover, after suffering this loss, his internal organs will soon
Inside, it is impossible to recover and use the Continuous Breath Shooting Technique again.
"Hmph, if you had fled in all directions from the beginning, you might have had a chance to survive. Now under my continuous breath shooting technique, can you still have a way to survive?" Mo Yun's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was surrounded by murderous intent.
The shape changed one after another, and the warrior guards surrounding him fell down like grass.
In just a few breaths, Fang Ping was left alone with himself, Jing Muchen, Atu and two killers. The only remaining obsidian warrior, with a pale face and bleeding from his mouth and nose, still held on to protect him.
In front of Atu, a breeze blew by, and the warrior fell down softly.
Seeing the last obsidian warrior who was desperately protecting him fall down, Atu's face was full of ferocious color, and he rushed towards Mo Yun desperately.
Mo Yun looked at Atu, who was flying towards him, with contempt, and there was an emotionless and cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"Atu, no!" Jing Muchen jumped out, stopped in front of Atu, and struck Mo Yun with a palm.
The fierce wind driven by his palm swept up a large number of dead leaves on the ground, which looked very powerful.
Then such a palm, in Mo Yun's view, had no threat and was full of flaws. Mo Yun moved his feet, and his body suddenly jumped out. He swung out a palm, arriving first and penetrating Jing Muchen's body.
The defense hit him firmly on the chest. After knocking Jing Muchen away, Mo Yun's figure swayed again and immediately moved towards the two surviving Gui Luo killers.
Jing Muchen spurted a mouthful of blood, and flew out like a broken body, hitting Atu, and the two of them fell down together.
After Jing Muchen fell to the ground, he stopped moving and made no sound. Atu's body was hit violently, and red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. She held Jing Muchen in her arms, stretched out her hands to detect his breath, and the look on her face was filled with grief.
Incomparable. Jing Muchen's breathing was vague, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
The two Gui Luo killers were all killed in less than three moves under Mo Yun's Continuous Breath Shooting Technique. Under Mo Yun's powerful and god-like attack, the numerous guards and warriors were killed like ants.
massacre.
"It turns out that this is the true strength of a master-level expert! No wonder a master-level expert can sit in one place and maintain a huge force. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I will never have the chance to become a master." Fang Ping looked at it.
Looking at the bloody and tragic scene in front of me, many thoughts surged in my heart.
At this moment, he truly saw what a real strong man was and what real force was. In the face of such powerful force, everything was just a cloud.
Atu kept wiping away the blood pouring out of Jing Muchen's mouth, but the blood in Jing Muchen's mouth was endless like a spring, and she couldn't wipe it clean.
After wiping for a while, Atu's face turned pale, she raised her tearful eyes, and shouted sternly at Mo Yun, "If you kill Brother Muchen, I will fight with you!" The stern look on her little face was like
It looked like a ghost, looking extremely vicious and ferocious. After saying this, she flew towards Mo Yun again in a desperate attempt to fight to the death.
There was a hint of lewdness in Mo Yun's eyes, and he smiled and said, "You're quite pretty, and your temperament is very strong. Wait until I capture you, go back and have a good time, and then I'll kill you."
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Fang Ping gathered his mind and mobilized his inner breath with all his strength. He moved his feet and got in front of Atu. He quickly pointed out two fingers and aimed at Mo Yun's heart like a sword or a halberd.
Although this finger was sharp and swift, Fang Ping had no confidence in himself at all. Mo Yun's powerful fighting power that had just exploded had completely destroyed his confidence. But Fang Ping could not just watch Atu being captured, although
Knowing that all resistance is in vain, Fang Ping still wants to fight to the death and fight to the end.
Mo Yun snorted coldly, "Huh, it's just a fight between trapped beasts. Why don't you just let it go and capture it, so as to save yourself some suffering?"
"I will never give in and become a slave pharmacist. If you can, kill me." Fang Ping yelled.
Mo Yun's body remained motionless. When Fang Ping's two fingers were only an inch away from his heart, he stretched out his fingers and knocked Fang Ping's sharp fingers away, defeating the inner energy condensed in his fingertips. He was shocked.
His fingers were in excruciating pain.
At this time, A'tu had already flown over, but before she could take action, Mo Yun had already taken a step and hit her heart with a palm. With the dark energy, it directly sealed several acupuncture points in her body where the inner energy flowed, causing
De'atu could no longer exert any strength, and her body suddenly fell to the ground, unable to move.
After restraining Atu, Mo Yun turned to look at Fang Ping and said, "Little guy, you'd better give up resistance and disperse your inner energy. Otherwise, when I defeat your inner energy later, I will miss and kill you with one move."
You can’t tell, either.”
While Fang Ping calmed down his violently disturbed inner breath, he was running through various thoughts in his mind, "This old ghost wants to kidnap me as a slave pharmacist, so he has delayed killing me. He is also taboo about my hidden weapons.
, so he cannot directly seal my acupuncture points like he did with Atu. Once my inner energy is exhausted, I will completely fall into his hands. My whole body cultivation will also be destroyed by him, and I can only become a mermaid from now on.
The only plan now is to fight to the death and strike hard. If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent. Even if you die, you must not fall into his hands."
After thinking for a while, Fang Ping regrouped the remaining inner energy in his body and prepared to use the last move in the Cold Spring Art, Thousand Mountains Dusk Snow. This move, Thousand Mountains Dusk Snow, had never been used before when he was practicing.
.His current state is the Small Perfection of the Body Tempering Realm. However, Qianshan Muxue's move is too fierce and overbearing. Only those who have cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Body Tempering Realm and whose bones have been tempered to perfection from the inside to the outside can use it.
Withstand the impact of this move on the body. If you are not practicing well enough and use it forcefully, even if you injure the enemy, you will be seriously injured. You may even be counterattacked by the force and die of broken bones.
In normal times, Fang Ping would not risk being killed by the backlash and forcefully use this move. But in the current situation, using this move as a last resort is the best choice.
The internal energy in Fang Ping's body was running wildly, and every joint of his body's bones crackled and exploded continuously. A biting chill seeped out of his body.
There was a hint of surprise in Mo Yun's cold and deep eyes. Relying on the movement of inner energy to create chills or heat in moves, this is something that only people in the master realm can do. Only by practicing kung fu to the internal organs
, in order to transform ordinary inner breath energy into either cold or hot energy impact.
Fang Ping's realm has obviously not reached that of a grandmaster. However, his moves have the artistic conception of a master-level strongman. This shows that the martial arts he performs are very powerful.
Mo Yun saw the determination in Fang Ping's eyes and the danger of the cold energy brewing in his palm. He slowly stretched out his palm, and a blazing energy began to condense in his palm.
"Little guy, I advise you not to use this move. Your current cultivation level is not yet to the point where you can control this kind of energy. Even if you use this move, I can't guarantee whether you will survive." Mo.
Yun threatened in a gloomy voice.
Fang Ping's talent in refining medicine is astonishing. Once he can be kidnapped as a slave pharmacist, it will be a huge fortune, which can change Mo Yun's fate of being chased and beaten by Obsidian and driven to the point of despair.
However, the last move performed by Fang Ping contained extremely dangerous attack power. Even Mo Yun did not dare to look down upon it and had to deal with it with all his strength. This move would not only determine victory or defeat, but also life and death.