At the same time that Feng Zhanyi was being smashed away, Mu Yun also jumped out of the Tianzi Furnace, holding a crystal piccolo in his hand, and his eyes were filled with majestic flames, intent on burning the person in front of him to ashes, and doomed him forever.
Although he was seriously injured, seeing Mu Yun appear like a ferocious spirit, how could Feng Zhanyi kill him without restraint. So he managed to stand up straight, glared at Mu Yun and said, "Well, you surnamed Qi, you are indeed a bit
You have a lot of knowledge about ghosts, but if you want to kill me, you are not qualified!"
Mu Yun said coldly: "Feng, just because you just set up a poisonous plan to burn me to death, I can take your life."
"What's more, you have defiled Ting'er, which is even more unforgivable. If you have any last words, please tell me!"
Feng Zhanyi raised his eyebrows and said fiercely: "Bah! That's such a strong tone. I don't know who is better between the two of us. If you have any last words, please keep them to yourself!"
Mu Yun had already noticed that Feng Zhanyi's appearance was fierce and his heart was cold, so he simply ignored his harsh words and stepped closer.
Feng Zhanyi's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a thick-backed machete placed on the anvil beside him. He gritted his teeth and held the knife in his hand, slashing at Mu Yun with his head while shouting fiercely.
Knowing that not only was he not strong enough at this moment, but his momentum was far inferior to that of Mu Yun, Feng Zhanyi made up his mind to attack first, and he could regain some momentum with the strength of his weapon.
However, Mu Yun did not pay attention to Feng Zhanyi. He had already made up his mind instantly, and the piccolo in his hand swept towards him. Suddenly, there was only a crisp sound, and the thick-backed machete collapsed from the piccolo into a huge hole.
The blade was immediately covered with chips and cracks, and it was obviously no longer usable.
Feng Zhanyi was shocked. Before he could recover, Mu Yun had already punched him hard in the face.
This time, he was full of anger. Feng Zhanyi's moves were old and he had no time to respond. He groaned and staggered back violently, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was dizzy, but before he could catch his breath, Mu Yun's attack followed him like a shadow, flying up with a kick that hit Zhan Zhanyi's chest.
How could Feng Zhanyi withstand it? His whole body was kicked out, and blood spurted out again in the air.
Mu Yun used only two moves to almost disperse Feng Zhanyi's whole body's true energy. He fell to the ground with a thud and could not get up for a long time.
Seeing this, Mu Yun hesitated for a moment, but then the anger in his chest boiled again, and he gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
Feng Zhanyi's whole body was twitching, and he was breathing heavily like a bellows. He had just received a punch from Mu Yun on the face, and now his skin and bones were cracked, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
In a daze, he felt something touched by his hand. Feng Zhanyi grabbed it tightly without thinking, then jumped up and struck at the blurry figure in front of him again.
When Mu Yun saw Feng Zhanyi, he attacked fiercely with a black forging hammer as big as an ox's head. For a moment, he didn't dare to use the piccolo to strike him hard.
When he looked at it, he saw a fire tongs placed on the anvil next to him. Mu Yun casually held the handle of the tongs and used all his strength to hit the forging hammer.
In a moment, the two of them exchanged several moves. Feng Zhanyi made a desperate move this time, and the forging hammer was so heavy and powerful that Mu Yun was forced to be unable to get close.
However, moving such a large weapon consumes a lot of internal energy, and Feng Zhanyi was at the end of his strength. After barely fighting for more than a dozen moves, it was finally unsustainable.
Mu Yun sneered inwardly, and taking advantage of a missed move, he suddenly struck out with the fire tongs in his hand, which was like a blow to Feng Zhanyi's vest.
Feng Zhanyi could not withstand this heavy blow. He fell to the ground again with a cry of blood spurting out. The forging hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he almost fainted.
Mu Yun paused, turned around and said coldly: "This is your last chance, tell me your last words, and I will bring them to you, big brother."
Feng Zhanyi braced himself with both palms, tried his best to turn over, faced Mu Yun Hao Hao and said with a sad smile: "Kill you bitch if you want, I will be a good man again after eighteen years!"
Seeing that Feng Zhanyi was still strong even before death, Mu Yun was filled with hatred and rushed towards him, intending to kill the lewd thief with one blow.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yun was hesitant just before he brought up the fire tongs. He recalled his past relationship in a flash. It was just a quarrel out of suspicion, but it ended up in this desperate situation. Although Feng Zhanyi was narrow-minded
, I will retaliate, and I will provoke you in every possible way, but am I really not at fault at all?
Seeing Mu Yun's hesitation, Feng Zhanyi felt the desire to survive in his heart. He suppressed the pain all over his body, flicked his feet, and flew away quickly.
When Mu Yun saw this, his eyebrows twitched, and he saw a black iron chain beside him. He was not in a hurry to chase it, he grabbed the chain and shot it down from Feng Zhanyi's back.
Feng Zhanyi was exhausted at this time, and his body was covered with bruises. How could his body skills be the same as before? This time, the iron chain came last, and struck him on the back like a thunderbolt. All he could hear was a muffled groan, as if the wires were broken.
It fell with a crash like a kite.
The blood had already soaked all over the silk robe, and Feng Zhanyi was unable to even moan. He just fell to the ground slumped, his limbs trembling from time to time, clearly on the verge of death.
Mu Yun held an iron chain in his left hand and a fire tongs in his right hand. As he approached, he said in a deep voice, "Do you really have no last words?"
Feng Zhanyi's consciousness has been completely blurred, and even if he has last words, he may not be able to say them out. Although Mu Yun feels pity, he is still full of resentment. He clenches his fists for a moment, and only hears him sigh softly and tighten his grip.
Poke Xiangfeng Zhangyi's heart.
The tongs had just penetrated his clothes and touched his skin, but Mu Yun paused. The hand holding the tongs trembled slightly. He tightened and loosened his grip several times, but after all, he still couldn't really poke it.
Mu Yun sighed inwardly and took a step back. Just when he didn't know how to make a decision, he suddenly heard a voice like thunder: "Sixth brother! You... it really is you?!"
Mu Yun was startled, and turned around to see that it was Ma Yifeng, the "quick knife and mess" who was shouting angrily. There were two figures behind him, but they were the same monk who had fought a fierce battle before.
Mu Yun took a quick look and saw clearly that the monk's face was still pale and he was obviously seriously injured. The Taoist priest was also bare-handed and did not carry a new weapon.
Knowing that the fighting power of these two people had been greatly reduced, Mu Yun was a little relieved, and he clasped his fists in greeting and said, "You guys are here just in time..."
The three of them had already seen Feng Zhangyi lying in a pool of blood, and they all looked sad and angry. How could they still be in the mood to be polite to Mu Yun?
Ma Yifeng was even more furious. Huo Di pulled out a sharp knife from his waist and shouted in a stern voice: "You turtle bastard, you bastard, please pay with your life for my sixth brother!"
Amidst the shouts, he could be seen rushing forward, with the sharp knife in his hand striking Mu Yun's chest, as if he was about to disembowel him on the spot.
Mu Yun knew that explanations were useless, but he was also annoyed by Ma Yifeng's brutality and brutality, so his face was as dark as water and he said nothing. He opened the iron chain fire tongs and bowed left and right, and both of them faced him.
Ma Yifeng has a huge body, but his body skills are not slow at all, and his sword moves are faster than meteors. He is truly worthy of the name of "quick sword and messy".
On the other hand, although Mu Yun's body is light and light, the weapons he holds in his hands are heavy and powerful, and his moves are wide open and closed, with a powerful momentum, and he clearly refuses to show any weakness.