Standing behind Zhang Kui, Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi could hardly stand. If Hu Zi hadn't used Chongyu to suppress the two of them to the ground, they would have been blown to the sky by the strong wind blasted by Zhang Kui.
"How can there be such a strong aura!" Mu Ziyun thought to himself: "This violent aura smells of blood. Could it be?" After taking a closer look at Zhang Kui's body, he found that his skin was glowing red, and he suddenly realized, "It turns out that Leader Zhang is consuming his own blood, what kind of technique is this?"
After a long time, Zhang Kui left his head with both hands and spread them flat on both sides. The red slit on his head was three inches wide at its widest. His eyes were all red. He looked really scary. When he opened his mouth, his voice became dry: "I will deal with the sky. Yes, you only have one stick of incense to leave from the ground."
"Du Hu! Hold on to the ground!" Zhang Kui shouted.
Hu Zi immediately pressed down on Mu Ziyun's shoulders, increasing the gravity between the two by fifty times. At this moment, Zhang Kui stamped his feet on the ground. It was like an explosion under his feet. First, a pit half a foot deep was sunken, and then it was shaken out. As a result of the energy wave, the disciples of all sects standing on the battlefield were all ejected into the sky without exception.
Huzi and Muziyun felt as if their thighs had been amputated, so they were not surprised. While the disciples were falling down, Muziyun tapped their acupuncture points, forcing the blood in their legs to flow quickly again and regaining consciousness. , and then rushed into the crowd.
The two of them flew very fast, and with the strength of their transformation, they cleared the obstacles along the way. The disciples holding the precious phantoms died immediately before they could use their methods. After a while, Mu Ziyun was a little confused, why he still didn't have any weapons. A person of sect level came to block them, and when he looked back suspiciously, he found that Zhang Kui alone was blocking everyone in the sky, and even half of the long-legged old monster of the Fallen Leaf Sect was still tightly held in his hands.
"So fast!" Mu Ziyun said to Hu Zi while flying: "I have never heard of Master Zhang's martial arts. I didn't expect it to be so powerful. Look! He has already killed an old monster!"
"I haven't heard of the master's technique. The elders said they have never seen it. Should we run away? Let's go back and fight the enemy with the master."
The two stopped and started killing the enemies around them. Zhang Kui kept feeling the breath of the two and knew that they had stopped, so he yelled angrily: "Get out!"
The two boys were stunned and hurriedly ran out. Zhang Kui turned around and shouted: "I, Zhang Kui, insist on dragging you to death together today!" After that, go to Chang Ke Zong to transform first Flying in the direction of the enemy, the speed is comparable to that of Mu Ziyun and Li Ziwen, and even better than that.
The Changke Sect's shapeshifter had never seen such a strong martial spirit and did not dare to fight head-on. He flew towards the left guard of the Luoye Sect with great scheming. The Luoye Sect had just killed an old monster. He was angry and also No matter what cunning plot Chang Ke Zong had, he always ran into Zhang Kui.
Zhang Kui didn't have any skills, just boxing and kicking skills, but he was extremely powerful. As soon as they met, Zuo Zhiwei and the old monster regretted it. After making eye contact, the two of them ran away to both sides. Zhang Kui did not pursue him, but again Pay close attention to the Bailian Weapon Path
Soon, a funny scene appeared on the battlefield. Zhang Kui was chasing four or five shapeshifters. The armies of several sects below were confused and intertwined. It was not known who started the fight, and they started fighting in a confused manner. He didn't know who he was beating, and many disciples died unjustly.
The fleeing shapeshifters finally cooperated and surrounded Zhang Kui, using their respective martial arts. Zhang Kui couldn't dodge and was hit by many attacks, but his body was not damaged. It turned out that the layer of red light outside the skin contained not only blood, but also strong martial energy.
"This is a monster!" The old monster of the Fallen Leaf Sect said to Zuo Zhiwei: "This guy's aura has increased about twenty times, and it has not dropped."
"One stick of incense!" Zuo Zhiwei said coldly: "Didn't he tell Mu Ziyun just now? I guess he can only hold on to one stick of incense and keep a good distance, and he won't be able to kill us. Once he gets over the limelight, he can't kill us again." Take his life."
Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi had already flown away from the battlefield and ran to the east. After twenty miles, they saw two groups of people fighting together. Chi Miaofeng and the women saw that Qingfeng Peak was almost exhausted, so they came to kill them. , Zheng Qiao was blocked by Xiao Huan in the army and unable to cast spells. Most of the remaining Qingfeng Mountain disciples were exhausted, and many of them were killed by Chi Miaofeng disciples.
Mu Ziyun was very angry, scolding these shameless and treacherous women, and suddenly swayed to Xiao Huan's side. Xiao Huan originally thought that Mu Ziyun would be killed by those sects, but he was not prepared at all, and was hit by a fire fist on his back. , the flame instantly burned the clothes on his back, and the skin was immediately blackened. Xiao Huan screamed in pain and fell to the ground. As soon as his back touched the ground, his skin and flesh were stained with soil, and a lot of it fell off when he pulled it. It hurt so much that Xiao Huan bit his lip and drew blood.
He put his elbows on the ground, but saw another fireman jumping over.
Mu Ziyun stepped on Xiao Huan to the ground, "Ah!" The flesh on Xiao Huan's back might have been rotten. As soon as he screamed, he was slapped on the face, bang! Mu Ziyun grabbed Xiao Huan's neck and cursed: "You old thief! You have caused the death of tens of thousands of our brothers on Qingshan Mountain. I want you to die!"
puff! Mu Ziyun suddenly felt a cold feeling in his arms. He lowered his head and saw some silver light leaking from the middle of his chest. When his vision became clear, he realized that it was a sword. Hey, the sword was withdrawn. Mu Ziyun's clothes were dyed red. With great difficulty, I turned around and saw a familiar face.
Wanmin held the Wuchen Sword tremblingly, her eyes were very red, and she tried her best to look directly at Muziyun. She mumbled something with her mouth, and Muziyun vaguely heard a few words, "She is my leader!" You kill people for your Qingshan Peak, and I kill you for my Miaofeng. Yes, I am a cunning woman. I was before and I am now."
Wanmin burst into tears, and the Wuchen Sword in her hand slipped down. The two stared at each other calmly, and the noise around them became much lighter. Muziyun moved stiffly, letting himself squat down slowly, but his chest continued to Blood was pouring out, and my consciousness gradually became blurred. When I sat down, my head was tilted to one side. My mouth felt dry, but the pain was gone. I just felt that my brain was cold and my stomach was hot.
Covering her face, Wanmin couldn't suppress the pain in her heart and cried loudly. At this time, Huzi finally saw the scene here. In the middle of the fight, he saw Muziyun sitting quietly on the ground, and his heart opened. There was a hole, and the blood on the ground flowed into a stream. The man was stunned for a moment.
Then it went crazy! He stumbled over and hugged Mu Ziyun, unable to speak clearly: "Mu, wait, don't die! I have it on me!" Huzi grabbed his head, eyes like a hungry tiger, and glared at Wan Min lost his thoughts for a moment. He stood up with a loud shout, swung the three-sided stone hammer, and yelled with all his strength: "Kill! I will kill! I want you to die!"
"Senior sister!" Pan Xiaowen shouted in surprise, and at the critical moment, she wrapped the red silk sleeve in her hand around Wanmin's body.
Bang! The huge sound caused everyone to stop, and they saw a figure flying hundreds of feet away. When it stopped, it was bloody and bloody. The face was covered by sleeves of red silk, motionless, but even her head was blown by the wind. They couldn't be lifted up, they were stuck together with blood and couldn't be separated.
