Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 244 Fierce Battle

At the same time that Feng Zhanyi was being smashed into the air, Mu Yun also jumped out of the Tianzi furnace, holding a crystal piccolo in his hand, and his eyes were filled with fierce flames, he wanted to incinerate the person in front of him into ashes, so that he could never recover.

Although the injury was serious, seeing Mu Yun appearing like a monster, how could Feng Zhanyi kill him without a fight.So he managed to stand up straight, stared at Mu Yun fiercely and said, "Okay, your surname is Qi, you really have some ghost skills, but you are not qualified to kill this young master!"

Mu Yun said coldly: "Feng, just because of your 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, feel free to say them!"

Feng Zhanyi raised his eyebrows, and still said violently: "Bah! What a big tone, it's not sure who is better between the two of us. If you have any last words, you can keep them yourself!"

Mu Yun had already seen that Feng Zhanyi was stern, so he simply ignored his harsh words, and immediately approached him.

Feng Zhanyi's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of a thick-backed machete lying on the anvil beside him, he immediately gritted his teeth, held the knife in his hand, and slashed towards Mu Yun with a sharp shout.

Knowing that not only his strength is weak at this moment, but also his aura is far less than that of Mu Yun, Feng Zhanyi made up his mind to attack first, so he can regain some of his aura by relying on the strength of his weapon.

But Mu Yun didn't pay attention to Feng Zhanyi, he had already made up his mind in an instant, and swept the piccolo in his hand.Immediately there was a crisp sound of ding, and the thick-backed machete had a huge gap broken by the piccolo, and the blade was immediately covered with cracks, obviously it was no longer usable.

Feng Zhanyi was taken aback, before he had time to recover, Mu Yun had already punched him hard in the face.

This time he was full of anger, Feng Zhanyi had already used his old tricks, and he had no time to deal with it, he staggered and retreated amidst a miserable groan, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could catch his breath when he was dizzy, Mu Yun's attack followed him like a shadow, and he flew up and hit Feng Zhanyi's chest.

Feng Zhanyi couldn't stand it anymore, he was kicked out of the air, and blood spurted out again in mid-air.

With only two moves, Mu Yun almost scattered all the vital energy in Feng Zhanyi's body, he fell to the ground with a slap, and couldn't get up for a while.

Seeing this, Mu Yun hesitated for a moment, but in the next moment, the anger in his chest was steaming, and he gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Feng Zhanyi twitched all over his body, panting like a bellows, his face had just been punched by Mu Yun, and now his skin was broken and his flesh was bloody.

In a daze, he felt something in his hand, and Feng Zhanyi grasped it tightly without thinking, then jumped up vigorously, and slashed at the blurry figure in front of him again.

When Mu Yun saw that Feng Zhanyi was attacking fiercely with a black forging hammer as big as a bull's head, he didn't dare to use the piccolo to beat him for a moment.

He saw a pair of tongs on the anvil next to him. Mu Yun casually held the handle of the tongs, and used all his strength to meet the falling forging hammer.

After a while, the two of them made several moves again, Feng Zhanyi was desperate, and the forging hammer was so heavy, fierce and domineering that Mu Yun was forced to be unable to get close.

However, using such a large object consumes a lot of internal energy, and Feng Zhanyi is already at the end of his strength, after struggling with more than ten moves, it is finally unsustainable.

Mu Yun sneered inwardly, taking advantage of a move that missed his body, he suddenly struck out with the poker in his hand, which was as good as a stroke in Zhan Yi's vest.

Feng Zhanyi couldn't bear the heavy blow, he fell down again with a wow spurt of blood, the forging hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he almost passed out.

Mu Yun stopped in his tracks, turned around and said coldly: "This is the last chance, tell your last words, and I will bring them to your elder brother."

Feng Zhanyi braced his palms, tried his best to turn over, faced Mu Yun and said with a wry smile: "Dog, you can kill if you want, I will be a good man after 18 years!"

Mu Yun saw that Feng Zhanyi wanted to be stronger when he was about to die, so he rushed forward with contempt and hatred, and wanted to take the life of this prostitute with one blow.

Unexpectedly, he just lifted the tongs, but Mu Yun hesitated, recalling the past in a flash, it was just a quarrel under suspicion, but it ended up in this endless situation.Although Feng Zhanyi is narrow-minded, he will retaliate, and provokes in every possible way, but is he really innocent?

Seeing Mu Yun's indecision, Feng Zhanyi felt the desire to survive suddenly, and immediately suppressed the pain all over his body. He flicked his feet and fled away.

Seeing this, Mu Yun raised his eyebrows and saw a black iron chain beside him, so he didn't rush to catch up immediately, grabbed the iron chain and shot it down behind Feng Zhanyi.

Feng Zhanyi was exhausted at this time, and his body was covered with bruises. How could his body skills be the same as before, this time the iron chain hit him first, and he hit his vest like a thunderbolt. The kite fell with a bang.

The blood had already soaked the silk robe all over his body, Feng Zhanyi couldn't even groan, he just fell to the ground slumped, his limbs trembled twice from time to time, clearly he was dying.

Mu Yun held the iron chain on the left, and the poker on the right. When he approached, he said in a deep voice, "Is there really no last word?"

Feng Zhanyi's mind is completely blurred, even if there is a last word, he might not be able to say it.Although Mu Yun felt pity in his heart, he was full of resentment after all, and he clenched his fists for a moment, only to hear him sigh softly, and suddenly he stabbed Feng Zhanyi's heart with his pincers.

The fire tongs had just pierced through the clothes and touched the skin, but Mu Yun stopped abruptly, the hand holding the tongs trembled slightly, clenched and loosened several times, after all, he still couldn't really stab it.

Mu Yun sighed inwardly, and took a step back dejectedly. Just as 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 taken aback, and turned his head to see that it was the "quick knife and mess" Ma Yifeng who was yelling outrageously, and there were two figures behind him, which were the same monk who had fought fiercely before.

Mu Yun looked clearly, and saw that the monk was still pale, apparently seriously injured, and the Taoist priest was also unarmed and did not carry a new weapon.

Knowing that the fighting power of these two people has been greatly reduced, Mu Yun felt relieved, and immediately clasped his fists together and said: "You guys came just in time..."

The three of them had already seen Feng Zhanyi lying in a pool of blood, all of them showed expressions of grief and anger, how could they be in the mood to be courteous to Mu Yun?

Ma Yifeng was furious even more, Huo Di pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, and shouted sharply: "You bastard bastard, whore thief, pay for my sixth brother's life!"

In the sound of drinking, he jumped 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 it was useless to explain, and was annoyed by Ma Yifeng's brutality, so his face sank and he didn't say a word, and the iron chain pokers bowed left and right, and both of them greeted him.

Ma Yifeng has a burly body, but his body skills are not slow at all, and his sword moves are faster than meteors.

On the other hand, although Mu Yun is light and thin, he is holding heavy and strong utensils in his hands, and his moves are wide open and closed, with a compelling momentum, clearly unwilling to show weakness.

(End of this chapter)