Mu Qing had made Murong Xing very embarrassed before, but now the fisherman beat him to the point where he was even more helpless to fight back.
From the moment the fisherman took action until now, Mu Qing didn't even have the slightest chance to counterattack.
The fisherman punched again, Mu Qing bent forward, always supporting the back of his right hand with his left palm.
The fists hit the dagger, and the energy of the two people collided first, like a red-hot iron sizzling into cold water. After the energy dispersed, the force that could not be offset penetrated through the sword body. Entering, the muscles on Mu Qing's arms trembled rapidly countless times in a very small arc, and his upper body leaned back again.
The fisherman's fist has the tendency to move forward and cut the waves. Mu Qing is standing in front of this momentum, locked by the fisherman's energy. Not to mention the elusive fish intestine sword, if he rashly moves sideways to avoid it, the fisherman's next punch will only take advantage of the opportunity. He was injured more seriously.
So now Mu Qing can only stand and passively take the beating. Every time the fisherman punches him, two long dangerous marks will be left in front of him and behind the fisherman.
His mouth and nose were filled with the lingering smell of blood. Mu Qing's breathing became heavier and heavier. He blocked the fisherman's punch again and barely managed to keep his body steady. The fisherman's next punch was not far from his face.
Mu Qing's eyes were a little depressed.
After the recent fierce battles, he boasted that Zhenqi Zhoutian's breath was long. Even though the Qi machine was not as good as before, the breath became shorter and it took more time to replace it with new ones, but he still had the ability to fight again. Power.
But the fisherman's fist clearly told him that there was a mountain higher than the other. Mu Qing suddenly discovered that every time the fisherman punched, he used the consumed energy to the extreme without wasting any of it. Therefore, even if he fired nearly ten straight shots, Fist, his breath still had no tendency to bottom out, but Mu Qing could no longer hold on.
After the fish intestine sword failed to achieve success several times in the past, even though it was obvious that Mu Qing could only parry but had no ability to fight back, the fisherman still no longer attacked with the sword at will.
Mu Qing knew full well that the fisherman was just using every subsequent punch to consume his breath. When his Zhou Zhenqi can no longer digest his punching power, the gap between him and the new Qi will be the time when his defense is at its weakest. When this time comes, Yuchangjian will not mind taking his life.
Mu Qing knew that he was stepping into the muddy swamp of death step by step, so he did not dare to escape easily, because the moment he escaped would also be the moment when he would have more flaws. Fisherman His fist might be more than ten times heavier there.
"Boom——" The strength tore through Ye Wu, and another punch without any fancy.
Mu Qing bowed his waist and shrank his shoulders, bending his whole body to the limit, like a bow stretched like a full moon. When his fist hit him, the arrow flew away from the string.
After that, he immediately opened his body upwards. When his upper body was about to fall backward uncontrollably, he dug his heels into the ground, directing the undigested power to the ground. After plowing a distance of more than ten feet, he He had to grip the ground with the soles of his front feet and take a few quick steps back to barely stabilize his body and mind.
Shaky.
The heel was already bloody and bloody, with bones visible deep inside.
The fisherman stopped for the first time and looked at the young man in front of him.
Mu Qing's shoulders were rising and falling uncontrollably, and even the waves of the forest swaying on the mountain peaks were rising and falling vigorously. His sight down to the ground was blurred by sweat mixed with blood.
Countless spirits seemed to have been poured into his chest, and every breath of air he breathed into his lungs seemed to be filled with fire, igniting the pain in his chest. Even so, Mu Qing still heaved and contracted his chest freely and wantonly, breathing greedily. Holding the air.
Even if the fisherman stopped, Mu Qing still didn't dare to relax at all, not even taking one breath to get a breath of fresh air.
Although his head was lowered, his mind was entirely focused on the fisherman, knowing that the fisherman was always watching him.
"What realm are you in?"
"What? You can let us go if I tell you?"
Mu Qing straightened up his upper body slightly and rearranged his upper body.
At the moment he spoke, he finally took a breath of fresh air. The opportunity was fleeting. The fisherman turned his head and glanced at a place not far from Mu Qing. Without making any move, he continued: "There has been no fresh blood in the hidden killing for a long time. Well, if you can give up, I can save your life and even recommend you to join the hidden killing team."
Mu Qing bared his teeth and breathed in the spirit mist greedily, turning a blind eye to the fisherman's kindness.
The fisherman was also a little surprised as to why he, who had always been cold-blooded, wanted to cherish his talents. He said silently: "You are so young and can display such strength at the third level of spiritual life. It would be a pity to die."
"Spit--" Mu Qing spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and took this opportunity to absorb the large piece of spiritual mist in front of him into his body. Mu Qing found that his injuries were healed by a point or two.
He didn't mind buying a little more time, "How strong is Murong Xiu Ming?"
"Both of them are at the second level of cultivation. Murong Xiu Ming's true strength is that of a weak first level." The fisherman's voice was low, without any fluctuation.
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, not expecting the other party to betray his companion's information so readily.
Seemingly understanding the surprise on Mu Qing's eyebrows, the fisherman said bluntly, "Even if Huaifenghua joins the battlefield, I can guarantee that I will kill both of you within a quarter of an hour."
The implication of his words was particularly cold. If he did not compromise and accept his fate tonight, even if Mu Qing knew better, he would still be dead.
Huai Fenghua walked up to Mu Qing in an elegant manner. Without saying a word, she directly took Mu Qing's left hand. In the previous fierce fight with Murong Xing, his left wrist seemed to have been broken vertically. Such a miserable look, I didn't expect that I could hold on for so long.
Without saying a word, Huaifenghua decided to use Wanhua Valley's unique healing technique to replace Mu Qing's wrist.
Mu Qing flexed his left hand slightly and said softly: "When I was treating Uncle Master's injuries just now, I was not idle either. I was always treating him."
Instead of asking Mu Qing where he learned the superior healing techniques, Huaifenghua frowned and said, "You just managed to stabilize the injury. It won't work if you continue like this."
Next, you practice hard, and I will block you for a while.
The fisherman's cold voice came, "Have you thought about it? If you agree, even if Murong Xiu Ming wants to kill you, I can temporarily protect you. When you join Hidden Valley, your life will be safe."
Mu Qing has actually been thinking about countermeasures, but it is obvious that the fisherman is never willing to let a good situation slip away from his hands.
Huaifenghua and Mu Qing stood side by side, sighing a little. If she and Mu Qing hadn't mastered the healing arts, the Shang who suffered such a serious injury would not have even a chance of winning against such a confident fisherman. She whispered to Mu Qing: "The spirit mist formation will not disappear until dawn, and it will be delayed for another quarter of an hour."
The fisherman snorted coldly, and the next moment, he was standing in front of Mu Qing, while Huai Fenghua flew backwards.
Mu Qing did not pay attention to the situation of Huai Fenghua. The dagger he had been holding upside down in his right hand drew a bright blue arc. The fisherman moved his right foot forward and his left foot backward. He leaned his upper body back and hid. After passing this passage, there was a hot atmosphere.
He had been observing in secret for a long time, and knew that both Xing Zuo and Geng Jian were exposed to this strange sword intention aimed at the spiritual fetus of Taoism. Now that he had just entered the early stage of transcendence, his realm was not completely stable, and he did not dare to stand up under this sword. Before Mu Qing's sword moves could be connected, he took the lead and flew back two blocks away.
Mu Qing was not really brave enough to take the initiative and flew towards Huaifenghua's position. The fisherman had obviously heard what Huaifenghua said just now, but everyone was in the spirit mist formation. If Wanhua Valley insisted on not compromising, it would not be possible. The only option is to wait until the influence of the spiritual mist array begins to exert its influence on people like the fishermen.
"I'll hold him up. In order to prevent them from jumping over the wall, you go and protect A Chu and Shaoyao."
Mu Qing shook his head and said: "Uncle Master, are you kidding? As soon as I leave, you might use that same death trick again."
The two were very close, face to face. Huaifenghua looked at Mu Qing's bright eyebrows, as if she were meeting an old friend. Her lips, which were stained with blood, pursed into a thin line, and she looked away. , said: "There are some things that I originally planned to tell you after you successfully completed the mission and returned to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, but I didn't expect that things changed suddenly and everything happened too fast."
"What?" Mu Qing was a little confused, and his heart suddenly palpitated. He felt that what Huaifenghua knew must be very important to him.
The voices of the two were very soft, but the roar of the wind was already approaching. It was obvious that the fisherman had murderous intentions and no longer planned to waste any time.
Huai Fenghua and Mu Qing swept forward at the same time, Huai Huafeng shouted sweetly: "Be obedient! Go and protect Shaoyao and the others."
Mu Qing shook his head to dispel the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and faced the fisherman with Huai Fenghua on the left and right.
The energy vibrated, and the heavy fog around the three of them was first pulled towards them. When the three of them were knocked down together, they quickly escaped to the surroundings, and the sound of rumbling energy being consumed was endless.
The blade of the sword dragged a bright color in the air, and the green sword was like a leaf of the evergreen pine tree in the Tiannan Marsh Forest.
Huaifenghua slashed at the fisherman's neck with his sword. The fisherman raised his right hand and protected his jaw with the back of his hand. The sounds of gold and iron mingled together, making one's teeth ache. The fisherman actually blocked this powerful force with just one flesh palm. Definitely a first-grade sword.
The fisherman's eyes were joking, and he flipped his right hand instantly, placing his palm against the iron sword. He clenched the sword with his five fingers and folded it hard, breaking the iron sword directly.'
But before he could fully express the physical strength of the extraordinary early warrior, Mu Qing's stored up sword arrived.
The fisherman snorted coldly, and the fish intestine sword that was originally going to stab Huai Fenghua was wrapped around his right waist, grazing his chest and blocking Mu Qing's sword.
Mu Qing was used to using Zhenqi, unlike Huaifenghua who distributed his breath meticulously. He gave a light drink, and a faint blue Lihuo Sword Qi with a little bit of red quickly rose from his dagger. Therefore, it is half a beat slower than Huaifenghua's sword draw, that is, he directly uses his entire breath on Lihuo Poling's move.
Seeing that the dagger was blocked, a sword energy came straight towards him. It was less than three feet away. It was really close at hand. Seeing that it was too late to control the sword to block it, the years of fighting experience became crucial at this time. Importantly, the fisherman staggered forward and inserted himself between Mu Qing and Huai Fenghua. His head lowered and turned, and after dodging Mu Qing's charged blow, he hit Mu Qing's temple with his head.
Mu Qing's upper body tilted, and the fisherman gained the upper hand and punched him on the temple. Just as Huaifenghua on the other side was about to take action, the fish intestine sword immediately stabbed her.
The fishermen were one against two, and they still looked very oppressive!
