Mu Shao, your wife is not simple

Chapter 200 Waste
Hong Feng exerted force on his feet, leaped, smashed through the gate of Mu's villa, and rushed into the room.

As soon as a person entered, it was as if he had fallen into the newly melted river water, and the bone-piercing chill hit him, causing him to lose control of his body in an instant.

The crazy Taoist didn't need Hong Feng to speak at all. With a shake of his right hand, streaks of talisman papers shot out.

The cinnabar on the yellow talisman paper seemed to be flowing, bright and eye-catching, as if a red-hot sword was about to break through the paper, and was about to cut through the coldness of the room.

hiss……

There was a desperate sound as if ice water was splashed on the red-hot steel.

The talisman papers burst in the air instantly, as if torn into pieces by invisible big hands, they danced unwillingly in the air, and finally fell down.

The crazy Taoist seemed to have been severely injured, and he stepped back a few steps, a smear of bright red dripped down the corner of his lips, and his face was as white as paper.

A figure condensed by a cloud of black mist rushed towards his face in an instant, the madman's eyes widened in horror, and the fingers holding the magic weapon trembled slightly due to the huge consumption of spiritual power.

With a bang, a powerful circle hit the black mist figure, and the black mist was instantly dispersed.

Hong Feng stood in front of the mad Taoist.

The mad Taoist said sadly: "It's useless, if it's not a magic spell, they can't die!"

Relying on force alone can at most resist them for a while. After a long time, Hong Feng's true energy will be consumed and he will still be killed.

Hong Feng didn't care about this, he bullied himself.

Bang bang bang, Hong Feng's fist was so strong that the black mist figure exploded in an instant.

It's a pity that after the explosion, the silhouette of the black mist condensed again, and it couldn't be killed at all.

"Damn it!" The madman gritted his teeth and cursed, how could such a ghost come out of that place?
The madman has no extra thoughts to think about this problem.

Now Hong Feng is buying time for him, even if he fights, he will destroy that thing!
Just when the crazy Taoist was about to get angry, suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a person, and he suddenly shouted: "Hong Feng, come back!"

Hong Feng frowned, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and punched out two punches, breaking up the black mist figure on the opposite side, and retreated before it could condense.

To deal with this kind of thing, the crazy Taoist is better than him. Since the crazy Taoist said so, he must have his reasons.

"Let's do it." Hong Feng stood beside the crazy Taoist, protecting him.

The crazy Taoist gave Hong Feng a blank look like an idiot: "I can't beat it."

Hong Feng almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the crazy Taoist with tearing eyes, is he really crazy?
He can't beat him, so why ask him to retreat?
wait to die? !
"Someone can beat it." The crazy man raised his chin slightly, motioning Hong Feng to look forward.

Hong Feng turned his head and saw a slender figure meeting the black mist figure.

"Master of spells?" Hong Feng asked suspiciously.

"A master!" The crazy Taoist laughed triumphantly.

If he knew she was here, what was he doing so hard just now?
"What are you proud of? Trash!" Hong Feng's contemptuous words made the crazy Taoist's face freeze, he snorted coldly, and shot back, "Trash!"

What happened to his trash?
When encountering this kind of thing, he still has the possibility to fight. Does Hong Feng have it?
In addition to being consumed to death, it is consumed to death!

Hong Feng didn't reply, not because his temper suddenly changed, but because... he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

Hong Feng's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "Isn't she a master of spells?"

"Eh... the level is too high, I can't understand it." The madman swallowed his saliva and said dryly.

(End of this chapter)