When evil thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind, Lu Bukong suddenly raised his power and punched Mu Yun in the back of his heart while shouting.
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 was the one that the woman had previously injected with the Earth-centered Destiny Needle technique. Plum blossom needle!
Lu Bukong had been traveling around the world for a long time and had seen various methods of launching hidden weapons, but it seemed that such methods were unheard of.
He had an obvious advantage in previous battles. He captured Mu Yun in less than ten moves, so he was inevitably underestimating his opponent. 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 strength 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, striking at 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 back, temporarily avoiding the enemy's edge.
But 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 he could not dodge, Lu Bukong had no choice but to shoot out his palms quickly, but he could not catch Mu Yun's dozens of attacks in an instant.
But as a result, Lu Bukong had no chance to breathe, and his true energy flow became increasingly sluggish. His chest was filled with suffocation, and his hands were in pain as well, and he was at the end of his strength.
Mu Yun's fast attacks failed to work, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration, secretly thinking that this "god without a shadow" really was not a wasted reputation.
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 form of the Eight Dances of Yunyi, the Cloud Dragon Zong Nine Heavens. This move was originally a lifting technique that used the strength of both feet to pull people out of thin air. Just by blowing the air to control the wind, it could penetrate several feet without falling. Now all this huge power fell on Lu Bukong's palm, and the offensive was fierce. Self-explanatory.
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, followed by crisp cracking 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 spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body staggered as well. Seeing that Mu Yun kicked him in the vital part of the throat again, he was unable to parry. merit.
This sudden 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 a heavy loss. 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 after seeing that the other party was seriously injured and dying, he finally refused to kill indiscriminately.
So he moved his feet sideways, stepped directly on Lu Bukong's shoulders, took advantage of the momentum to jump onto a low wall, and was about to walk 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 is no way to explain it, we simply stop entangled with the Chang'an Gang and leave it to them to judge what is right and what is wrong.
Although the woman's position was unclear, Mu Yun didn't know what was going on, but he was sure that she would not make things difficult. Otherwise, just relying on her superb hidden weapon skills, and now that they are waxing and waning, Mu Yun may not even have a chance to escape.
While thinking about the blessings of the gods and Buddhas, Mu Yun heard the woman's tender voice: "What a thief! Stand down 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 moved 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 stronger. 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 any piece of clothing.
Mu Yun felt grateful and deliberately groaned: "Good mother-in-law! I have taken note of 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 immediately pleased and amused. Just as the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, she suddenly heard a scream from Mu Yun, and her whole body fell back.
The woman raised her eyebrows, and then 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 glanced around and saw that Gan Tian had already supported Lu Bukong's body and was inquiring about the injury with great concern. Ma Yifeng and the Taoist priest had indignant looks on their faces and were surrounding them from left to right. The siege came up.
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 eventually 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 really big and deep-rooted and full of talents. It seems that tonight is a good match." Do you want to stay here?"
After he said that, he glanced at the woman quickly, with a hint of apology in his gratitude. The woman seemed a little nervous, nodded slightly and looked away.
Mu Yun was slightly surprised when he saw the woman's behavior was different, then 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. "
Amid the laughter, silhouettes 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 Gebu robe.
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 complexion is dark and translucent, his teeth are as white as jade. The beard on his face was as long as a halberd, and coupled with the stiff black hair that fell casually on his head, it gave him a full sense of oppression.
