Seeing Mu Yun and Ma Yifeng fighting fiercely, with endless tricks and tricks, the monks were all amazed.
After a while, the Taoist priest came to his senses first and said to the monk: "Third brother is not at a disadvantage for the time being. Let's come back to raid the formation later. Now go and see the situation of sixth brother."
The monk Zhai Ran woke up and nodded quickly, and the two of them immediately went to Feng Zhanyi to investigate. Although he had turned into a bloody man at this moment, he still had a faint breath in his nose. The two monks and Taoists
We all have an open heart and hope that God will bless us.
The Taoist priest calmed down and said decisively: "I'm here to heal the sixth brother. The fourth brother is also seriously injured, so let's raid the formation for the third brother."
The monk said hello and turned to look at the battle scene. The Taoist priest did not hesitate, first straightened his body with Feng Zhangyi, and then put his palms on his vest to pour in the true energy.
Mu Yun fought with Ma Yifeng for dozens of moves, but actually gained less than half of the advantage. At that moment, he couldn't help but secretly admire him, thinking that this youngest member of the Chang'an Gang really had an amazing talent.
It should be noted that Mu Yun had just experienced a crisis the day before yesterday, and had even injured himself in order to uniform Zhan Meiling. The loss of true energy had not been recovered in the first place.
At this time, after another night of fierce fighting, Mu Yun felt a little tired after all. He had no choice but to finally raise his voice and said: "My brother is still breathing, and his life should be fine. Please let me explain this misunderstanding."
Although she didn't want to give in, since she had severely punished Feng Zhanyi, she finally let out a bad breath. Besides, after much thought, it was difficult to kill him. Expanding the hatred would be harmful to both parties, so even though Yan Ting was humiliated, she still felt aggrieved.
At the moment, Mu Yun can only swallow his anger and seek to end the war.
Unexpectedly, Ma Yifeng had no intention of stopping. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fart! Why don't I chop you, a bitch and a thief, into pieces and drink it today? I'm not a fucking human being!"
Mu Yun paused for a moment, suddenly thinking that Ma Yifeng was not very bright, and suddenly shouted in his mind: "Ma Laosan! Do you know that Brother Lu has secured a good marriage for you?"
Ma Yifeng was astonished when he heard this. He had not yet married a wife, which had long been considered a huge heart problem. At this moment, when he suddenly heard Mu Yun's words, even though he still hated this "dog thief" like crazy, he still felt
He blurted out and asked: "Seriously?"
In this moment of emptiness, his energy suddenly weakened. Mu Yun was waiting for this opportunity. Taking advantage of the situation, the chain in his hand rolled out and hit Ma Yifeng straight on the bridge of the nose.
When Ma Yifeng's vision went dark, he immediately understood that he had been tricked, but he really struck out with great speed, roaring with a sword, and swung the iron chain away.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yun's blow was aimed at luring the enemy. At the same time as the iron chain was rolled out, the fire tongs were also swept towards Ma Yifeng's legs. It turned out that he had already seen that this "quick knife and mess" was fast, but he was also wrong.
Due to the word "quick", his lower body kung fu is actually not stable, and it is indeed the biggest flaw in his martial arts.
Sure enough, the tongs hit his calf with a snap, and Ma Yifeng immediately screamed and fell down. Mu Yun did not hesitate, stepped forward and kicked him in the Jianjing point, then he cupped his fist and said, "I agree."
Ma Yifeng's eyes were spitting fire, and he said fiercely: "Thanks to your grandma, if you dare, kill me too!"
Mu Yun hesitated again, and turned to look at the monk with a wry smile. He had just said a few words and one move to defeat the enemy, but the monk had no time to step forward to help.
At this moment, the monk glared at Mu Yun angrily and shouted sternly: "Liu, if you dare to act crazy again, the monk is going to use a trick!"
Mu Yun felt clear in his heart, knowing that the monk was just a false threat. Now that this battle has a result, there is no point in continuing the fight. How long will it take if he doesn't leave now?
While thinking about it, I caught a glimpse of the Taoist priest sitting cross-legged, concentrating on healing Feng Zhanyi's injuries, and he could not pose a threat for a moment. As for the monk, although his injuries were not serious, if he untied Ma Yifeng's acupuncture points and then entangled them, it would really be a big deal. An annoying thing.
Mu Yun had made up his mind, so he apologized to the monk: "There is no other way, so I have to ask the master to lie down for a while."
The monk couldn't hide his anger and said: "You bastard wants to do it again, you are so shameless!"
Mu Yun smiled faintly and said: "Don't worry, master, I will definitely use more force this time, and I will never let you have the chance to 'do it again.'"
The monk had been fingered by Mu Yun before and deliberately pretended to faint. After he left, he opened the Taoist's acupuncture points and rescued Ma Yifeng on the way there.
At this moment, Mu Yun said it out, the monk couldn't help but blush and said: "You are a bitch and a thief, if you have the guts, come and fight the monk to the death!"
Mu Yun responded proudly: "I have this intention, master, please be careful."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at the monk's shoulder. Unexpectedly, at this moment, several strong winds suddenly came from behind.
Mu Yun was secretly startled, and hurriedly swung the iron chain in his hand backwards, sweeping away those strong winds. Looking back in awe, it turned out that the sweet girl was approaching quickly, with her hands between her fingers. The silver light is shining, and it seems to be a small hidden weapon such as a plum blossom needle.
Mu Yun nodded secretly and saw Gan Tian rushing into the field quickly. His face changed suddenly after a quick glance. He pointed his halberd at Mu Yun and shouted angrily: "What a thief! How dare you hurt my sixth brother!"
The monk became anxious at this time and shouted quickly: "Seven sisters, run! You can't beat Liu Lingfei, the bitch and thief. Come and find your elder brother!"
Gan Tian was startled and said: "Liu Lingfei? Isn't his name Qi Muyun?"
The monk stumbled and shouted: "How dare the thief use his real name? Sister Qi, run quickly, don't let him harm you!"
Mu Yun was so angry that his mouth was full of smoke. When he looked at Gan Tian, his expression was stagnant. When he stepped back slightly, a look of contempt appeared on his face, which made Mu Yun feel depressed.
Then he remembered Yan Ting's humiliation, and Mu Yun felt even more passionate. He couldn't help but sneered: "Well said, I am none other than the shameless thief Liu Lingfei. If Miss Gan knows the current situation, she should run away for her life." Lest I harm you."
Gan Tian is a stubborn person who takes advantage of the soft but not the hard. Hearing this, his eyebrows raised and he spat in a hateful voice: "Shameless thief, how can this girl be afraid of you? Just wait and see!"
After she said that, she raised her palms sharply, and a cloud of plum blossom needles came at them like a downpour. Mu Yun saw Gan Tian's exquisite skills and did not dare to underestimate him. He moved away while waving the iron chain to block it, which was enough to protect himself. More than enough.
Sweet and sweet, several plum blossom needles appeared in succession, but Mu Yun couldn't help but feel anxious.
Seeing that the plum blossom needles were almost gone, Gan Tian suddenly felt anxious, attacked and scolded at the same time: "What a slut, I want you to learn how to use this girl's fists and kicks again!"
Mu Yun had no intention of getting entangled with Gan Tian. When he saw this, he sneered and said, "Forget it. It's better for the girl to learn my hidden weapon skills."
As he was talking, he saw Mu Yun drop the iron chain, reach into a nearby furnace, and directly grab a large handful of charcoal.
The charcoal was still burning at this moment, and the red color was astonishing, but Mu Yun didn't care. With a few flicks of his finger, the charcoal was like thunder and lightning, attacking Gantian's vital parts.