Zhao Qing kept jumping around the room to dodge the enemy's attacks, and she was also aware of the impact of this small space on herself.
Her weapon, the Great Sickle Fengshen, is too huge and is more suitable for fighting in open spaces.
In this kind of room, it cannot even exert one-tenth of its strength.
She could only avoid it, which made her feel extremely anxious.
"Go to the living room" Mu Fei reminded from the side.
They couldn't lure Ma Yang outside because it was daytime and their location was a residential area with constant pedestrians.
If you go outside to fight, it is very likely that unrelated passers-by will be involved.
In this case, you can only choose a living room that is larger than the bedroom.
However, after shouting this, Ma Yang immediately shifted his attention and looked back at Mu Fei.
"Uh" Mu Fei was horrified by being stared at by those six eyes, and couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.
Damn, I don’t even have a weapon, why did I invite this monster?
But Zhao Qing took this opportunity to aim the giant scythe at Ma Yang's head and swung it down.
Ma Yang reacted very quickly at this time.
Although his eyes were on Mu Fei, he felt the crisis coming from above his head and ducked away without thinking.
However, although he avoided the sharp blade of the giant scythe, the air flow from the demon hunting weapon still hurt Ma Yang's skin.
The slight pain stimulated the monster's nerves, and Ma Yang focused his attention on Zhao Qing again.
Seeing that he had successfully attracted the other party's attention, Zhao Qing stopped fighting and turned around and ran towards the living room.
Mu Fei saw Ma Yang running to the living room with Zhao Qing, walked to the corner of the bedroom, and took a brief look at Lin Qingyue, who was still unconscious on the ground.
It's no big deal to see her.
Nor was it affected by their battle.
The mind is somewhat settled.
The sound of ping-pong-pong fighting soon came from the living room, mixed with the sounds of broken furniture and broken glass.
I don’t know what Lin Qingyue’s expression would be like when she wakes up and finds her home looking like this.
Mu Fei couldn't help but secretly guess.
Of course, now is not the time to think about this.
He must take advantage of Ma Yang and Zhao Qing's fight to get his dim light back.
The only thing he can rely on now is Zhao Qing's weapons.
The two people over there were already fighting fiercely.
Although the living room is larger than the bedroom, it is still too narrow for the huge scythe.
Due to such limitations, even elite hunters find it extremely difficult to fight.
Mu Fei found a fruit knife on the dining table against the wall, weighed it in his palm for a while, got used to its weight, and then stepped forward to join the fight.
The material of the fruit knife is just ordinary stainless steel, and the blade is very short.
He definitely couldn't withstand Ma Yang's blow, so he could only swim away and use it to distract Ma Yang.
In addition, he had to let Zhao Qing know that his weapon was in the opponent's abdomen, otherwise the woman would not think of helping him cut open Ma Yang's abdomen.
Having said that, if they could easily cut open the monster's abdomen, would they still be fighting so hard?
Mu Fei sighed and spun around behind his enemy.
His speed was as fast as a black shadow cutting through the air.
Before the opponent could react, he stabbed Ma Yang's back of the neck with the blade in his hand.
The opponent's skin was as smooth and sticky as a frog, and he stabbed it with the knife.
The tip of the knife sliced open the skin, leaving only a white mark.
No harm was done at all.
Ma Yang felt something strange on the back of his neck, opened the big mouth on his neck, turned his face upward, and turned his three eyes in the direction of Mu Fei in unison.
His eyes were as cold as a reptile, looking at this sneak attack from the side. one's own enemies.
After their eyes met, Mu Fei felt a chill all over his body and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Damn, this guy's eyes are really scary.
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That's what the so-called eyes that can kill are just like this.
When Sakuragi Hanamichi worked hard to practice the magical skill of "killing opponents with his eyes", he should have worshiped this monster as his teacher.
After a lot of random thoughts in his mind, Mu Fei's movements did not stop.
Retracting the fruit knife, Mu Fei raised his knee and gave the opponent a hard blow on the lower back.
Then, regardless of whether the attack had any effect, he quickly turned his leg away and hit Ma Yang's abdomen with his elbow.
Ma Yang spat out a mouthful of saliva as he was beaten, and the smelly and viscous liquid splashed everywhere from his big mouth.
Mu Fei, who was closest to him, bore the brunt of it and was sprayed all over his face.
The "evil" disgusting liquid made Mu Fei grin.
He held back the strong turbulence in his stomach and stabbed the fruit knife into the opponent's abdomen with all his strength.
While Mu Fei was attacking, Zhao Qing also waved his sickle towards the enemy.
The huge scythe slid horizontally in the air, and the blade of the scythe came to Ma Yang's back.
Ma Yang seemed to rely on his instincts to know that the sickle was a greater threat to him, so he leaned forward to avoid the dark blade behind him.
As a result, his whole body faced the attack from the front.
Mu Fei's strength was immense, and with Ma Yang's own cooperation, even the stainless steel fruit knife had unexpected effects.
There was a pop, and the tip of the fruit knife actually penetrated into Ma Yang's belly.
Hot red blood flowed out along the silver-white blade, covering Mu Fei's palm.
After breaking through the hardest outer skin, the muscle tissue inside the abdomen became much softer, and the half-foot-long blade slid in like a loach.
Mu Fei knew that this was the critical moment that could not be lost and would never come back.
He immediately grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, pressed it with all his strength, shouted and slashed hard.
After all, the fruit knife was not very sharp.
With Mu Fei's full strength, it could only cut an inch.
But this is enough for Mu Fei.
He suppressed the feeling of nausea and opened his left eye.
He aimed at the red light in the opponent's abdomen and thrust his right hand into the wound.
Soon he felt his index finger touch something hard.
He said nothing at that moment. , pinch it with your index finger and middle finger and jerk it.
The dark blade was stained with blood and was pulled out from Ma Yang's abdomen.
The severe pain caused by the tearing made Ma Yang raise his head and scream wildly, and his huge mouth made a piercing cry toward the sky.
Zhao Qing was so shocked by the sound that he hugged his head.
Mu Fei just frowned and jumped up holding the dim light in his hand.
When his feet lightly touched the ground again, the hem of his coat was raised high, making him look like a black butterfly, elegant and beautiful.
On his face, the strange-colored eyes shone with an icy cold light, as emotionless as the god of death.
The dim light shone with a dark red light in his right hand, and the enemy's blood flowed in the blood groove of the blade, disappearing before it even dripped, as if it had been swallowed up by it.
The miserable screams stopped abruptly.
Behind Mu Fei, Ma Yang froze for a moment, and then a mist of blood burst out.
In this bloody storm, the monster's body collapsed and turned into a pile of broken corpses
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