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, with majestic flames in his eyes, intent on burning the person in front of him into ashes and destroying him forever.
Although the injury was serious, 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 fiercely and said, "Well, you, Qi, do have some tricks up your sleeve, 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, just tell me!"
Feng Zhanyi raised his eyebrows and said fiercely: "Bah! That's such a strong tone. It's unclear who is better between the two of us. If you have any last words, keep it to yourself!"
Mu Yun had already noticed that Feng Zhanyi's appearance was fierce and his heart was filled with anger, 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 even worse than that of Mu Yun, Feng Zhanyi made up his mind to attack first, and he could regain some of his momentum with the strength of his weapon.
Mu Yun, however, did not pay attention to Feng Zhanyi. He had already made up his mind instantly, and the piccolo in his hand swept across. Suddenly, there was only a crisp sound, and the thick-backed mountain cleaver was broken by Piccolo, leaving a huge gap. The blade was immediately covered with cracks, and it was obvious that it could no longer be used.
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 deal with it. He stumbled back violently with a groan, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Before he could catch his breath while he was dizzy, Mu Yun's attack followed him like a shadow, and he flew up with a kick that hit Feng 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 he suddenly felt anger boiling in his chest, 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 bruised.
In a daze, he felt something touch his hand. Feng Zhanyi grabbed it tightly without thinking, then jumped up and struck at the blurry figure in front of him again.
Mu Yun saw Feng Zhanyi coming at him with a dark forging hammer as big as an ox's head. For a moment, he didn't dare to use the piccolo to force him forward.
At first glance, 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 more 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, using 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 as good as Feng Zhanyi's vest.
Feng Zhanyi could not withstand this heavy blow. He fell to the ground again with a loud cry and spurted blood. 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 and tried his best to turn over. Facing Mu Yun Hao Hao, he smiled miserably and said, "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 hesitated just as he brought up the fire tongs. In a flash, he recalled his past relationship. It was originally just a quarrel out of suspicion, but it ended up in this desperate situation. Although Feng Zhanyi is narrow-minded, retaliatory, and provocative in every possible way, is there really nothing wrong with him?
Seeing Mu Yun's hesitation, Feng Zhanyi's desire for survival suddenly ignited in his heart. At that moment, he suppressed the pain all over his body, flicked his feet fiercely, and flew away quickly.
When Mu Yun saw this, his eyebrows twitched, and he saw a black iron chain beside him. He didn't rush to catch up, grabbed the iron chain and shot it down from Feng Zhanyi's back.
Feng Zhanyi was now exhausted 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 hit his vest like a thunderbolt. Suddenly, all he could hear was his muffled groan, as if the wires were broken. It crashed down like a kite.
Blood had already been 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 dying.
Mu Yun held an iron chain on his left hand and a poker on his right hand. As he approached, he said in a deep voice, "Do you really have no last words?"
Feng Zhanyi's consciousness was completely blurred, and even if he had any last words, he might not be able to say them out. Although Mu Yun felt pity, he was still full of resentment. He clenched his fists for a moment, only to hear him sigh softly, and stab Feng Zhanyi's heart with a pair of pincers.
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 chaos" who was shouting angrily, and there were two figures following behind him, but they were the same monk who had fought a fierce battle before.
Mu Yun glanced at him clearly and saw that the monk was still pale and obviously had not recovered from his injuries. 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 felt a little relieved, and immediately 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 sternly: "You bastard of a turtle, pay for my sixth brother with your life!"
Amidst the shouts, he could be seen lunging forward, and the sharp knife in his hand seemed to stab Mu Yun's chest fiercely, intending to disembowel him on the spot.
Mu Yun knew that explanations were useless, but he was also annoyed by Ma Yifeng's brutality and violence, so his face was as dark as water and he said nothing. He opened the iron chain fire tongs to the left and right, and both of them faced him.
Ma Yifeng is tall and tall, 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 is light and light, the weapons he holds in his hands are heavy and powerful, and his moves are wide open and wide, with a powerful momentum, and he clearly refuses to show any weakness.
