While the two mages were fighting hard, Mu Ziyun fell into a bitter battle.
He used his body skills to distance himself from the old monster, and then hit Zuozhiwei with a fire punch. Zuozhiwei clenched his fist and faced the flames and hit him.
A strange thing happened. Zuo Zhiwei's right fist collided with Mu Ziyun's fire fist. When they just touched, Mu Ziyun's fire claw instantly returned to its original shape. Not only that, there was not even a trace of martial energy on the fist. No, and Zuo Zhiwei's Yan Xiu was much stronger than Mu Ziyun. After this punch, Mu Ziyun's fingers were shaken to the point of crunching.
Zuo Zhiwei grabbed Mu Ziyun's fist and broke his wrist upward. Mu Ziyun, who was in pain, had to evacuate desperately. Fortunately, the flames on his feet did not disappear. He kicked Zuo Zhiwei away and retreated to a dozen A few feet away, Mu Ziyun's hand turned into a fire claw again.
"Huh?" Mu Ziyun thought to himself, "That hand, no, that glove is very weird." Mu Ziyun held a ball of fire in his left fist, and grabbed Zuo Zhiwei with his right paw, deliberately touching Zuo Zhiwei. Just like before, the moment his right hand touched Zuo Zhiwei's right hand, the flames and martial energy in Mu Ziyun's hand disappeared, and they would become the same after they were separated.
"You actually deliberately suppressed the martial energy and my flames. What the hell are these gloves of yours!" Mu Ziyun asked.
Zuo Zhiwei touched his right hand and replied coldly: "It's not suppression but isolation. It's not just martial energy and your flames, but all energy will disappear when touched by this hand. This is our sect's treasure." ——Soul hunting"
"Don't talk nonsense to him!" said the old monster: "We must end the battle as soon as possible, and we cannot let all the disciples be wiped out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monster's thin stick-like body was struck by a fire fist. Mu Ziyun glared at the scorched yellow eyes and said fiercely to the old monster: "This soul harvester actually has such an ability. In this case , I have no choice but to kill you first, what do you think, hehe, old-timer!"
The old monster waved his thick arm and pushed Mu Ziyun into the sky. Then he pulled back his arm to gain full strength and punched Mu Ziyun. Don't underestimate this monster. He is also Yan Xiu Mahayana. From his deformed body It seems that his strength must be in this arm.
The fist he just punched, with an invisible force, hit Mu Ziyun's abdomen. Mu Ziyun immediately spat out bitter tears. The worst was yet to come. Taking advantage of Mu Ziyun's distraction, Zuo Zhiwei quickly When he came to Mu Ziyun's side, he kicked Mu Ziyun's left hand to the right.
Before Mu Ziyun could cry out in pain, his left and right hands were grabbed by Zuo Zhiwei's soul-catching hand. Under the action of the soul-catching hand, the flames lost all their strength and dispersed. Not as good as Zuo Zhiwei's Yan Xiu. , Mu Ziyun is like a chick caught in the claws of an eagle.
Zuo Zhiwei's horse stance was as steady as a rock. No matter how hard Mu Ziyun's two hams kicked, he could not move an inch. Then Zuozhiwei raised his left hand to his side and kicked his left foot upwards, and a gust of wind was kicked into his left palm.
Mu Ziyun was shocked: "You must use that move!"
"Ha! So you still remember!" Zuo Zhiwei's left foot kept kicking new wind into the palm of his hand. After a while, his left hand produced a wind ball with a harsh hissing sound, and placed it on Mu Ziyun's face. beside.
Zuo Zhiwei looked at that half of his face ferociously and said viciously: "You ruined my face, I will ruin your face now!"
Mu Ziyun's hands were grabbed and he couldn't pull them away at all. The suction force of the wind ball stirred his head in. Ignoring Zuo Zhiwei's words, Mu Ziyun closed his mouth and inhaled hard through his nose, but he couldn't breathe out. , gradually his belly grew two or three times, and then Mu Ziyun opened his mouth, and a hissing sound came out of his mouth, and a fire point floated on his tongue, and slowly turned into sparks under the infusion of fire. , fire points, and finally gathered into a fireball the size of a fist. The fireball was formed due to a high degree of accumulation of fire energy. The force of the fireball was so strong that Mu Ziyun's jaw would burst.
The two stood in the air. A wind ball and a fire ball merged together with a bang. When the black smoke dissipated, they looked at the two of them. They had both flown a long distance away, and their clothes were all in tatters. Zuo Zhiwei's front body was scorched with large pieces of skin, Mu Ziyun was miserable, and four eye-catching cracks were scratched from the side of his neck to his heels.
The old monster of the Fallen Leaf Sect had no intention of paying attention to Zuo Zhiwei's injury. Seeing that Mu Ziyun was still alive and walking with his hands, he bumped into him like a head and chest. Some of the disciples from Qingfeng Peak on the battlefield saw Mu Ziyun's situation and ran over to help. The teenage boy who started shooting arrows is still alive, holding up his huge crossbow and aiming specifically at the old monster's head.
The old monster was not weak in strength. He put one arm in front of his head and one in front of his legs and ran with one hand on the ground. His arms were much thicker than his body, protecting him extremely well. The old monster was vicious. If anyone came to block the way, even if it was a disciple of the Fallen Leaf Sect who was thrown over, he would beat them to pulp with one punch without saying a word.
Seeing that the old monster was about to come in front of him, Mu Ziyun had not yet recovered. He kept applying medicine to the scars with both hands. Seeing that the situation was not good, he directly rubbed the blood roots to pieces and touched his body. The flesh and blood was turned out. When he encountered the powerful medicine Xuegennagi, the pain made Mu Ziyun roll his eyes.
Whoosh! A sharp silver arrow shot out from the side of Muziyun's head, bang! It hit the old monster's arm. The force of this blow was really powerful. It can be seen from the slightly embarrassed appearance of the old monster. When Mu Ziyun raised his head, he saw a large silver bow standing next to his neck, looking deeper. When I saw it, I was shocked. The person holding the bow was not a human, but a ghost.
The gloomy air-conditioning made Mu Ziyun feel much less painful. Mu Ziyun stood up, turned around, and said, "Oh my God!" Behind him, there were seven ghosts, four black ones fighting on the ground. Three green ones were floating in the air, each holding an evil demon-suppressing bow, with their arrows pointed at the old monster.
Standing among the ghosts is Hu Xian. He has an empty sleeve and only his right hand. I saw him holding four fire talismans in his right hand, walking slowly and placing them in the four directions. Then he made gestures and chanted some French, and the sword and fire array was formed. Hu Xian said to Mu Ziyun: "This guy I Come and deal with it, you go and deal with Zuo Zhiwei."
"Don't be careless. You haven't moved your skills yet and have no magic energy. That old guy is Yan Xiu Mahayana, which is equivalent to his transformation. You have many tricks but they may not work." Mu Ziyun stood up and said in a cold sweat.
"He won't be able to kill me for a while, just kill Zuo Zhiwei as soon as possible!" After saying that, Hu Xian jumped into the air, grabbed the foot bone of a Li Gui, and then with a strong force, he turned over and stepped on Li Gui's back. superior. The seven fierce ghosts opened the demonic demon-suppressing bows and moved towards the old monster together with the sword and fire array below.
