When evil thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind, Lu Bukong suddenly raised his power and struck Mu Yun in the back of his heart with a deep shout.
If this palm was taken seriously, even if Mu Yun was lucky enough to save his life in the end, his internal organs would definitely be severely damaged.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mu Yun, who seemed to have no power to resist, straightened up, and then a cold light shot out from his vest. It turned out to be the one that the woman had previously injected with the Earth Heart Destroying Needle technique.
Plum blossom needle!
Lu Bukong had traveled around the world for a long time and had seen all kinds of tricks to launch hidden weapons, but it seemed like this method was unheard of.
He had an obvious advantage in previous battles. He captured Mu Yun in less than ten moves. It was inevitable that he was underestimating the enemy. But now that the two of them were so close, how could he react in such a flash of lightning?
Suddenly, I saw the plum blossom needle penetrate through the clothes, and by chance it hit the Xuanji point on Lu Bukong's left chest.
This Xuanji point is an important point on the Ren meridian. Lu Bukong suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his true energy was instantly dispersed. Although his right palm hit Mu Yun's back heart with the original move, the powerful force was gone.
As soon as Mu Yun succeeded in his move, Lu Bu Kong did not allow Lu Bu Kong to regain his strength. He immediately kicked out his legs backwards, attacking Lu Bu Kong's vital parts of the stomach as fast as lightning.
Lu Bukong didn't have enough time to recover, and knew that he couldn't resist, so he could only let go of Mu Yun's collar, and at the same time, he tried his best to move his feet to move away, temporarily avoiding the enemy's edge.
However, even though Lu Bukong's physical skills were extraordinary, he was greatly reduced when he was restrained, and his retreat speed could not be the same as usual.
Mu Yun did not hesitate, twisting his waist and flying into the sky with a flying cloud, turning his back in mid-air, his feet flying and kicking like a shadow, his moves never leaving Lu Bukong's chest energy.
Seeing that Lu Bukong could not dodge, he had no choice but to use both palms to quickly catch Mu Yun's attack.
But as a result, Lu Bukong had no chance to breathe, and the movement of his true energy became even more sluggish. His chest was filled with suffocation, and his hands were in pain as well. He was at the end of his strength.
Mu Yun's quick attacks failed to work, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration, secretly thinking that this "god without a trace" was indeed well-deserved.
The plan was decided in the blink of an eye. Mu Yun took advantage of Lu Bukong's seal and stepped on it with both feet. He suddenly looked up into the air and kicked Lu Bukong's chest from a high position.
Determined to win, he has already used the top move of the Eight Dances of Yunyi: Yunlong Zongjiutian. This move is originally a lifting technique that uses the strength of both feet to pull up out of thin air. It can penetrate several feet through the air just by blowing the wind.
Without falling, now all this huge power falls in Lu Bukong's hands, the ferocity of the offensive is self-evident.
This situation was going up and down, and Lu Bukong was even worse. He tried his best to catch five or six kicks, and then he could no longer hold on.
Then there were only a few muffled bangs and crackling sounds, and several ribs on Lu Buyong's chest were kicked off by Mu Yun on the spot!
Lu Bukong suffered such severe injuries, and finally could no longer suppress the surge of energy and blood in his chest. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body staggered as well. Seeing Mu Yun kicking at his throat again, he was unable to parry.
merit.
This unexpected change happened suddenly, which is a bit embarrassing to say, but it only took a few blinks of an eye.
Before everyone in the Chang'an Gang could react, they saw Lu Bukong vomiting blood and suffering heavy losses. They couldn't help but exclaimed in unison. They wanted to help, but there was no time.
Mu Yun was angry that Lu Bukong had acted ruthlessly before. He had already had murderous intentions, but when he saw that the other party was seriously injured and dying, he changed his mind and finally refused to kill indiscriminately.
Then I saw him moving his feet sideways, stepping directly on Lu Bukong's shoulders, taking advantage of the momentum to jump onto a low wall, and then walked away.
Mu Yun had already made it clear that Lu Bukong and Feng Zhanyi had no ability to fight anymore, and the rest of the people believed that they would not be able to catch up with him. Since there was no way to explain it, they simply stopped entangled with the Chang'an Gang. What was right and what was wrong?
Just let them judge for themselves.
Although the position of the woman was unclear, Mu Yun didn't know why, but he was sure that she would not make things difficult. Otherwise, with her superb hidden weapon skills, and now they are waxing and waning, Mu Yun would not be able to escape even half a day.
No chance.
While he was thinking about the blessings of the gods and Buddhas, Mu Yun heard the woman's tender voice: "What a thief! Stop for the girl!"
Mu Yun's heart sank, and the rustling wind behind his head was threatening to kill him. He had no choice but to gather his energy to dodge, but suddenly something happened in his heart.
It turns out that the momentum of these plum-blossom needles seems to be unparalleled, but the methods are completely useless. Compared with the previous sweet methods, they may not be much better. It seems that the woman is mostly merciful and does not really use the bottom of the box.
ability.
When Mu Yun thought of this, he suddenly felt heroic in his chest. He simply ignored it and took advantage of the wind to escape even faster.
Sure enough, there were just a few whistling sounds, and more than a dozen plum blossom needles flew past Mu Yun's body, not even touching half of his clothes.
Mu Yun felt grateful and deliberately groaned: "Good wife! I have written down this account, and I will repay you generously in the future!"
He said this with gritted teeth, but the meaning behind it was completely different. After hearing this, the woman was relieved and funny at the same time. Just as the corner of her mouth was slightly raised, she suddenly heard Mu Yun scream, and her whole body fell back.
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The woman raised her eyebrows, and then she saw a square brick passing over Mu Yun's head, hitting a brick wall on the side of the road, and instantly shattered into pieces.
Mu Yun barely managed to stand still with the stake, and when he was focused and alert, he quickly glanced around and saw that Gan Tian had already supported Lu Bukong's body and was inquiring about his injuries with great concern. Ma Yifeng and the Taoist priest had indignant looks on their faces and were surrounding them from left to right.
Besiege them.
Mu Yun couldn't help but feel depressed, and even felt very depressed. It turned out that just as he was about to leave, something dark suddenly flew in front of his eyes.
Not only was this thing powerful, but what was even more surprising was that its trajectory was unpredictable, completely blocking Mu Yun's path forward, and ultimately forcing him to turn back.
Knowing that the other party must have come for reinforcements again, Mu Yun could only cheer up and shouted in a secret voice: "Are you a friend of the Chang'an Gang? Your gang is indeed a big tree with deep roots and a lot of talents. It seems that tonight is the night.
Do you want to stay here?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the woman quickly, showing a hint of apologies in his gratitude. However, the woman seemed a little shy, and she nodded slightly and looked away.
When Mu Yun saw that the woman was behaving differently, he was slightly surprised when he heard a long laugh and said: "What you said is so unreasonable. Who is that thief's subordinate? Mr. Di is just out to look for my wife."
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Amidst the laughter, silhouettes of people were seen flickering, and a sturdy man appeared in the field. He was about thirty-five or sixty-six years old, more than eight feet long, and was wearing a gray robe of grass cloth.
Looking further at his face, he has silkworm eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, a wide forehead and narrow cheekbones, and a nose like a hanging gallbladder. Although his skin color is dark and translucent, his teeth are as white as jade. A beard on his face is as long as a halberd.
Coupled with the stiff black hair that fell casually all over his head, it gave off a full sense of oppression.