The Divine Art of Light was born out of the Kunlun Breathing Technique and is good at resisting all kinds of evil karma, shadows and illusions. In the past, Mu Yun relied on this internal skill to break the six-soul centering spell cast by Shang Hongxiu. Although he is limited by his shallow practice and the fire level is still not enough, his power is far beyond ordinary comparison.
However, the situation this time was different. Feng Zhanyi's movements were swift and unparalleled. Although it was dazzling, it was not an illusion that confused the mind. There was no use for the Divine Art of Light, which made Mu Yun really surprised and admired, and his momentum was invisibly weakened.
As Mu Yun was trying to parry, he lost his composure and was struck by Feng Zhanyi's sleeve on his right shoulder, causing a burning pain that penetrated his heart and lungs. Fortunately, his power was now spreading throughout his body, and his pure Qi was flowing through his veins, and he was able to eliminate 70% to 80% of the pain in just one breath.
However, despite this, Mu Yun was still secretly shocked. It turned out that what Feng Zhanyi had just performed was the Buddhist Liuyun Iron Sleeve Skill, and his cultivation level was extraordinary.
When Yan Ting saw Mu Yun suffered a loss, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a sigh, with a look of concern on her face. Lu Bukong looked at him clearly and hurriedly raised his voice: "Okay, let's compete in martial arts until the point is reached. Sixth brother, please stop first."
Feng Zhanyi Man planned to beat Mu Yun to the ground, but unexpectedly, the opponent only paused for a moment and then immediately returned to normal. This aroused his fighting spirit even more, and he couldn't care less about Lu Bu. Empty greeting.
Mu Yun was bent on standing up for Yu Miaohe, but naturally he turned a deaf ear. After a while, the two of them were fighting another thirty moves. Mu Yun knew that his physical skills were difficult to defeat his opponent, so he made up his mind and did not rush to attack. He just used his skills to attack steadily and steadily. Although it looked like he was at a disadvantage, he was actually very defensive. Didn't suffer a loss.
After fighting for a long time, Feng Zhangyi finally became anxious. Suddenly, he heard a long roar, and his body shape changed again and again. Immediately, white shadows surrounded Mu Yun from all directions, and the extremely fast attack enveloped Mu Yun's body and vital organs, without any discernible difference between what was real and what was real.
He had prepared this move, intending to defeat the enemy with one blow, but Mu Yun had hit the target. In an instant, he had already seen through the flaw between the shadows. He shouted with his right hand's parallel fingers like a halberd, pointing to the side. Stab out from behind.
It seemed like a simple and unremarkable move, but it was even more unclear where it hit, but it happened to predict the trajectory of the opponent's movement. Feng Zhanyi was unexpectedly surprised. Before he could regain his senses, his chest felt like a middle finger, and his heart was even more horrified.
Mu Yun hit the target with one blow, and power suddenly burst out from his fingers. The thunderous power of his middle finger combined with the dazzling power of his index finger passed through his body.
Feng Zhanyi suddenly felt that his whole body's energy had dispersed, and the injured area on his chest felt like it was being burned by fire, and he almost fainted from the pain on the spot. But after all, he had a stubborn temperament, and he was not willing to be easily defeated. He immediately changed his mind, endured the pain, gathered his strength, and struck Mu Yun's chest with his palms folded together.
This time, Zhang Fengzhan was a desperate move, but Mu Yun seemed to have been prepared for it, and he used his left hand to catch up with it, and instantly rolled up a fierce and furious wave.
Feng Zhanyi struck out with all his strength, like a whirlwind and a violent wave, which was immediately dissipated into nothingness, and the tyrannical force of the counterattack forced his breath to become stagnant. His vision went dark, and he groaned like a fallen leaf in the wind. The volume flew out.
Seeing that Feng Zhanyi was about to hit the wall hard, Lu Bukong could not sit back and watch. He hurriedly stepped forward to catch his body, and then put his palms on his vest, and his pure energy slowly flowed in, calming the madness in his chest. The surging blood.
Although Mu Yun won this battle by luck, his method was honest and upright. When he was proud, he clasped his fists and said loudly: "I accept it. Brother Feng's movement skills are indeed extraordinary. I admire you from the bottom of my heart."
At this time, Yan Ting came over like a little bird, and said with a smile: "Xiaomu played well just now, now I want to see who dares to bully us by spitting shit, huh~"
As she spoke, she glanced at Lu Bukong with a pair of wonderful eyes, teasing with a hint of provocation. Lu Bukong felt helpless and embarrassed, and suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out in shock: "It turns out that the girl has already ...?"
Yan Ting smiled charmingly, held up a silk and embroidered purse in her hand, and said triumphantly: "Brother Lu, just now while you were focusing on taking care of your virtuous brother, I took this purse back without any courtesy. Are you going to accept your defeat?"
Lu Bukong heard that Yan Ting's word "admit defeat" was not as simple as just taking back the money bag. He smiled helplessly and said: "The girl is indeed smart. It's not enough to just admit defeat. I just ask the girl to tell Brother Qi about the situation." Make it clear and don’t seriously hurt the harmony.”
Yan Ting felt even more relieved when she saw Lu Bu Kong surrendered. After a pause, she said slowly: "Brother Lu just mentioned the lewd thief. Your virtuous brother is really..."
Only in the middle of his words, Feng Zhanyi suddenly coughed, struggled to stand up from Lu Bukong's arms, and gasped: "Bastard girl, cough... who do you think is a thief?!"
Yan Ting burst into laughter and deliberately made a face and said: "Why, you just admitted that you used the love potion to plot against the Fish Girl, and then you caught her back with the intention of bullying her. Isn't this a thief?"
Feng Zhanyi's face turned red and white, but he ignored Yan Ting. Instead, he gave Mu Yun a hard look and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! I am a thief, and it is I who want to bully that old lady! The surname is Qi Don't run away, let's compete again, if you can beat me this time, I'll do whatever you want!"
After all, Mu Yun had the spirit of a young man, and he was about to accept the challenge in anger, but Yan Ting pulled his sleeve and comforted him in a low voice: "Forget it, Xiao Mu, there may be a misunderstanding here, let's not push people too hard."
Mu Yun was startled when he heard this, and finally said in a low voice: "If you want to beat me up, Brother Feng had better tell the truth first, so as not to be unjustly accused."
Feng Zhanyi sneered again and again, and said in a sinister tone: "Unjustly accused? Humph...it doesn't exist. It's rare that I am interested in being right with you, and I won't allow you to shrink from the battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him standing up with his feet up, staggering forward and backward with his palms, and pounced towards Mu Yun.
When Mu Yun saw that Feng Zhanyi was showing off his recklessness, he secretly regretted that he had not used the power of piercing clouds and breaking rocks with his finger just now, which allowed him to suppress the injury so quickly and ignore the violent provocation.
But regrets are regrets. Now that Feng Zhanyi is attacking, Mu Yun can only deal with it calmly. In a flash of thought, he twists his waist and retreats quickly. Kankan has already dodged several feet away.
This time, Mu Yun first wanted to avoid the enemy's sharp edge and waited for work, and secondly, he was afraid of accidentally hurting Yan Ting beside him. Unexpectedly, Feng Zhanyi was right in his heart. He stretched his long arms around Yan Ting's slender waist and hugged her horizontally.
Yan Ting was caught off guard, and her body rose up from the ground like a cloud and mist. In infinite embarrassment, she struggled with all her strength and screamed: "Damn thief! Put me down quickly!"
When Feng Zhanyi heard this, the evil fire in his chest became even more intense. He gritted his teeth and pointed out Rufeng, hitting several large acupuncture points on Yanting's body in succession.
Yan Ting was unable to move or speak. She could only stare at Feng Zhanyi with her fiery eyes, wanting to cut him into pieces with her gaze.
