Shi Yan raised his knife, looked ahead, and no longer cared about Mu Fan beside him.
The flying sword in the air stabbed the blade with rain and true yuan, and the rain absorbed by the sword suddenly exploded, splashing countless water droplets.
Shi Yan was knocked back by the flying sword, and after taking a few steps back, his right arm suddenly exerted force and picked up the flying sword.
Because of the force on the flying sword, his knife quickly slid to the side.
Mu Fan stabbed him in the waist with his sword, and the pain in his heart made him sober up instantly.
He snorted, straightened his waist, and deliberately let the sword pierce his waist.
Mu Fan realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly let go, and at the same time used the escape technique.
Shi Yan urged the big knife with all his might, and the blade stabbed into his waist from the side, slashing at Mu Fan, who had not had time to escape.
Mu Fan frantically burned the starlight and ran the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra, the two powers fused, strengthened the physical body, and resisted the sword of the master's words.
His waist was hit by Shi Yan's knife, and his body flew out diagonally, rolling on the ground for more than a dozen feet, and his head was dizzy.
Shi Yan's knife only cut through his flesh and skin, but did not hurt his muscles and bones.
Everyone thought that Mu Fan was going to be cut by a knife, but they didn't expect Mu Fan to be knocked away by the blade after racking their brains!
A young man who practices kendo has a body that is harder than a person from the Buddhist sect.
Shi Yan's situation is relatively bad, he has a sword and a sword stuck in his body.
The knife was pierced by himself, and the sword was pierced by Mu Fan.
Mu Fan had a strong body, but he didn't, and the knife wounds and sword wounds soon made him unconscious in pain.
His body went limp, and he fell into the blood, and the wound on his forehead kept bleeding, and the blood flowed into the water and spread......
Looking at Shi Yan who had fainted, Mu Fan crawled out of the water, his body was covered with muddy water, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"This banquet is not bad, the taste of the food is okay."
He walked over to the unconscious Shi Yan and said softly.
Ding Song rushed into the entrance, stopped beside Shi Yan's body, and raised his hand to brush Mu Fan intentionally or unintentionally.
Mu Fan immediately became nervous, his expression changed greatly, and his calmness turned into solemnity in an instant.
He put his hands on his chest, fending off Ding Song's seemingly unintentional palm.
There was a loud "bang", and a puff of smoke and dust was raised, which was quickly washed down by the rain.
There was a pit on the ground that was five zhang in diameter and more than one zhang deep.
Stretching out a hand in the pit, Mu Fan coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of muddy water, and crawled out of the pit.
Seeing the changes in the situation on the field clearly, his strength in the middle of the atrium realm could not keep up with Mu Fan and Ding Song's movements at all.
But he could see the smoke and dust raised, and "Brother Yan" who crawled out of the pit.
"How can you bully more and take turns to fight."
The little monk plucked up his courage and said.
He can't beat these people, and he doesn't know the bottom of his heart.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the sight, and different people looked at him differently.
The disciples of Xuanmen are not good-looking, because almost all the provocative words are said by the little monk, and they are always smiling when they see sex, which makes people angry.
The people of Buddhism see the nature of seeing, and many of them know the nature of view.
After a quick glance, he pretended not to know.
They have received orders from the elders that "everyone has his own destiny, and there is no need to interfere too much."
Mu Fan waved his hand at the meeting, patted his chest, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, it's very strong!"
” Seeing that the tension slowly disappeared, he palpitated and said, "I see that you don't have the upper hand, and I'm a little worried."
It's fine if you're okay. ” Mu Fan appeased the insightful nature, and remembered the senior brother's entrustment, "Force Ding Song to make a move as much as possible, and if possible, force Ding Song to make a move with all his might."
Just now, Ding Song flicked his hand casually, hiding a killing intention.
It seems to be very easy, but in fact it has put a lot of effort into it.
Mu Fan took out a handkerchief, wiped the muddy water on his face, and said with great disdain: "Xuanmen disciples don't seem to be anything remarkable. ” "You, don't be too arrogant, this is not the Sword Sect, it's the Xuanmen, if you are so open-mouthed, you must look good!"
A Xuanmen disciple scolded angrily.
Mu Fan threw the handkerchief to the ground and stepped on it twice with his foot, "The vast building will fall, the so-called powerful, but it's just empty." ” The tendons on Ding Song's arm jumped, and he was about to make a move, but his breath climbed to the middle and suddenly stopped.
Mu Fan looked around on the surface, and his words seemed to be said to everyone, but in fact, his attention was always on Ding Song.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Ding Song wanted to make a move, but the situation that suddenly stopped fell into his eyes.
He said in his heart: "No wonder Senior Brother wants me to force this guy to make a move, and if I don't make a move, there is definitely a problem." ” This place is located in the headquarters of Xuanmen, if the identity is exchanged, Mu Fan is Ding Song, he will definitely shoot mercilessly and teach the person who is not inferior to him a lesson.
In his own home field, there are other people's handles in his hands, what reason is there to hold back, he is bound to beat up and get angry.
Undoubtedly, Ding Song had this kind of idea, but out of some considerations, he didn't do it.
Mu Fan wanted to verify his idea, so he yawned and said lazily: "Alas......
There is really no one in Xuanmen, and almost all of my contemporaries are mediocre. ” Ding Song said: "You kid is lucky, you successfully lit incense, but you are too floating."
Do you know what you just said?
” Mu Fan spread his hands and said: "I know, I'm not a three-year-old child, how can I not know." ” "Then you should be prepared to suffer the consequences."
"What can be the consequences?"
Mu Fan said indifferently.
Ding Song sneered: "You said that there is no one in the Xuanmen, yes or no?"
” "My peers are full of wine bags and rice bags!"
"Okay, you were injured today, and when the injury is healed, let you see our "wine bags and rice bags" one by one. ” Mu Fan laughed loudly, "I really want to see it, but don't even compare wine bags and rice bags!"
” Ding Song said to the Xuanmen disciples: "Yan Qing despises my Xuanmen people, what should I do?"
” "Teach him, teach him ......" said a few excesses occasionally: "Kill him, a lesson alone is not enough......"
Ding Song motioned for everyone to calm down first, "The Sword Sect is rude first, but my Xuanmen has always been reasonable.
He said that his peers in Xuanmen are all people with wine bags and rice bags, and we let him see who is the wine bag and rice bag. ” Many Xuanmen disciples shouted at Mu Fan in unison: "Wine bag rice bag, wine bag rice bag ......"
Mu Fan was not angry, he clenched his fists and smiled: "I am willing to accompany you and see who is the wine bag and rice bag." ” Ding Song said: "Very good, Xuanmen does not take advantage of the danger of others, and when your injuries are healed, you will fight fairly." ” "Location."
Mu Fan pointed to Mai Mang, although he knew that it would be difficult to deal with the follow-up, he still did not fall behind in momentum.
"It's in the martial arts arena in the west of the city, not far from here."
Mu Fan clapped his hands and said, "Okay!
” The people who came to the Sword Sect to participate in the sacrificial ceremony were mainly elites, and only a few were the same generation as Mu Fan.
When they heard the news, they rushed to support their own people, whether it was right or wrong.
At this time, I still ask about right and wrong, either because of the position or the problem of the head.
On both sides, there are too few people from the Sword Sect, far less powerful than the Xuanmen, and they will definitely suffer if they really fight, but fortunately, they know that they can't fight.
Ding Song waved his hand and took the lead in leaving with Shiyan in his arms.
The other Xuanmen disciples withdrew one after another, and everyone had a deep contempt for Mu Fan in their eyes.