Mu Yin and Yan Chen took a closer look and saw the person coming.
There were a total of twelve people on the other side, all dressed in uniform white clothing. But they are three completely different styles, because their body shapes are different. To put it simply, they are tall, short, fat, and thin.
The twelve people were divided into four groups, and each three had the same body shape, which looked particularly even.
However, the most similar thing between them is the same face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick and thin lips, a high nose bridge, and smooth and clear facial contours.
"Come back with us." No. 1 Gao Gao, who was standing closest to Feng Xinglan and the other three, said in a cold tone, with indifferent eyes.
Short One sneered, "Don't even think about escaping. You three foreigners will inevitably die."
Fatty No. 1 held a piece of pancake in his hand, took a bite, chewed something in his mouth, and echoed vaguely: "Death."
The remaining people were silent, standing like wooden stakes.
Mu Yin sneered coldly and retorted: "If we go back with you, you will turn us into grains of sand. Ha, you are so funny."
No. 1 Gao Gao had cold eyes and a cold tone: "When outsiders enter the mortal world, they must abide by the rules of the mortal world. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve people immediately rounded up Feng Xinglan and the other two people. The speed was astonishing, and they almost flashed to the side of Feng Xinglan and the other two people. Each of them held a white sickle in their hands and raised it. He stabbed Feng Xinglan and the other three in the neck.
Qiang——
At that moment, Feng Xinglan and the others summoned their weapons and barely blocked the twelve white sickles.
The sickle had a corrosive effect, eroding holes in Feng Xinglan's long sword, Yan Chen's cauldron, and Mu Yin's double-edged sword.
Feng Xinglan blocked the sword with one hand, and used his free hand to strike at the people in front of him.
With a bang, four people were immediately blasted away, and then Feng Xinglan swept away and swung the sharp blade with vast sword intent at the four people who fell on the ground.
Boom boom boom!
The wind of the blade hit the four of them directly. Unexpectedly, they reacted quickly and used a mysterious power to control the sickle in their hands to block the menacing blade.
The next moment, the four people fought back, and the scythe, which was originally only the length of an arm, instantly grew in size, almost reaching the height of an adult.
They quickly clasped their white sickles.
A buzzing sound was heard, and the white sickle instantly exuded a pressure of death, surging, surging, dangerous, mysterious, and cold.
The four of them attacked Feng Xinglan together.
Feng Xinglan stood on the spot, his clean brows and eyes a bit cold. He held a long sword in his hand, and with a 'bang', it instantly split into countless sword shadows. The sword shadows went from blurring to taking shape, and their power continued to increase. .
He jumped up and faced the enemy directly.
The sword moved together, and thousands of sword shadows followed it, as if it could shatter the void.
"Shadow Sword Technique!"
boom--
The sword moves and the scythe with mysterious power clashed head-on. The countless sword shadows followed the main sword and hit the scythe, then passed through the scythe, making a harsh sound, and finally attacked the bodies of the four people.
The expressions of the four people changed in shock, and they stepped back continuously, raising their sickles to block the shadow of the sword.
Feng Xinglan's eyebrows were slightly cold, and the wind of his sword was fierce. He swept the sickle off one of them with a sweeping movement.
Clang——
At this time, Feng Xinglan sensed the danger and subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, as a sickle came from behind him.
Feng Xinglan raised his sword to block, and with a 'clang' sound, the long sword and the sickle clashed. The two powers were competing. Feng Xinglan's face turned slightly pale. The opponent's mysterious power was actually able to get stronger.
These people in this world are really strange. Their strength is erratic and depends on the strength of their opponents. The stronger the opponent, the more people in this world have to overwhelm them.
In other words, in this mortal world, outsiders are weaker than the original residents.
Gao Gao No. 2, who was competing with Feng Xinglan, narrowed his eyes and said with a cold expression: "Go back with us!"
"No." Feng Xinglan spoke concisely.
The moment he finished speaking, Feng Xinglan suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power. The sword slid down to the hilt of the sickle and scratched Gao Gao Er's hand with lightning speed.
Gao Gao No. 2 felt pain and let go of his hand.
Feng Xinglan took advantage of the victory and pursued, and when he was about to kill Gao Gao No. 2, several other people attacked him again, forcing Feng Xinglan to retreat continuously.
During the fight, Feng Xinglan also suffered many injuries, and the wounds caused by the sickle were extremely difficult to heal, as if they were tempered by unknown toxins.
During this period, Feng Xinglan's attention was on Mu Yin and Yan Chen from time to time, and he was relieved when he found that they could not die.
As long as you don't die.
Mu Yin and Yan Chen also had the same idea in their hearts.
Yan Chen held a huge cauldron and smashed it at those people.
boom! boom! boom!
Several sickles collided with the cauldron. The cauldron was chopped into pieces, but the opponent's sickle was not much better and was also half corroded.
These people looked at the scythe in their hands, which was rotten and broken, and made a "sizzling" corroding sound. They were a little confused for a while.
How could the sickle be corroded by the cauldron? !
Shorty No. 2 stared at the broken cauldron in Yan Chen's hand, and asked with deep confusion: "Why is your cauldron corrosive?"
Yan Chen: "Secret."
Shorty No. 2: "..." Foreigners are really cunning.
The two sides fought again, and Yan Chen was struck dozens of times with the sickle. Fortunately, he was not struck too deeply, so it was not a big problem for Yan Chen.
The opponent's short number two was hit on the head several times by Yan Chen with the cauldron.
One sound is louder than the other.
There was even one time when Shorty No. 2 was directly hit by the cauldron and pinned to the ground. His head was broken and blood flowed, and he fainted directly.
Others were afraid of Yan Chen because they always felt that their spiritual power was dissipating unknowingly when they were fighting Yan Chen.
Moreover, their scythes...
Now only the hilt remains.
On the other side, Mu Yin was beaten badly.
Mu Yin held a double-edged knife in both hands and fought against those people. The blade was sharp and sharp. He almost had his throat cut and died several times.
Mu Yin's face was pale and pale, with wet blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Mu Yin shouted breathlessly.
"Come on, hit me!"
After a pause, he added, "Just don't kill me."
Hearing this, the cold eyes of those people were filled with confusion and subtlety. Is there something wrong with this foreigner's brain?
When Mu Yin saw them frozen in place, he immediately clasped his double-edged sword and killed them.
As a result, before he even got close to them, a Gao Gao No. 4 behind him slashed his back with a sickle. There was a 'stab' sound, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood.
"Ah!" Mu Yin screamed, the broken hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat. He looked back with stern eyes and threw the double-edged knife in his hand towards Gao Gao No. 4 like a flying knife.
The double-edged sword was extremely fast and actually hit Gao Gao No. 4 directly in the chest.
