Chapter 15 Lie down

Chapter 15 Lie down

"Uh..."

Those fierce disciples of the martial arts school were dumbfounded when they saw the horrible scene in front of them, as if they were a dead dog pinched by the neck. It was just two or three moves, and the brother of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum was killed.

This way of death is extremely tragic, which they have never seen before.

Mu Zifeng got his hand, immediately turned around and stood aside quietly, regulating the qi and blood in his body. Just now, he was not proficient in using the tiger-shaped fist. Fortunately, with the 'energe' in the eight vigor, the 'collapse' and 'energetic' still killed one person again.

The headless human body retreated four steps by inertia before falling to the ground. His limbs twitched, and there was a 'woo' sound from his chest. Obviously, it was dead but not stiff, but this tragic scene also made the spine of the people around him rise a cold current.

Fu Tianlian, who was standing at the door, swallowed a few big mouthfuls of foam. After not seeing him for a few days, the power of this little brother he had just met was so terrible that even the warrior in the divine realm slapped him to death. Although I don't know how he will advance again in a few days, the explosive power realm and the divine power realm are several times different in power. It is quite difficult to cross this hurdle.

Some talented martial artists are more than ten times more powerful than the explosive realm, because they are also divided into three or six nine levels in power at the same level. The higher the level, the greater the gap.

Murong Prodigal son also has a gloomy and handsome face at this moment, and he can also see the difference in Mu Zifeng. There are no martial artists in the leapfrog challenge, but it is not so easy to kill the opponent by nearly ten times the gap. Moreover, he also saw that Mu Zifeng's ability to kill disciples of the martial arts school within several moves seemed to have a lot to do with his strange martial arts.

Before the world's foreign martial arts were reborn, their muscles and bones were extremely stiff. Although they were strong, they did not have enough resilience. The martial arts they practiced were also mainly strong and mainly attacked and killed. The person in front of him is agile, flexible, and his whole body strength seems to be well controlled and used. This is definitely not what ordinary people can do.

Murong's prodigal son's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to think of a possibility, "Did this guy also get the martial arts inheritance of some practicing ancestor?" Otherwise, it is impossible to break the routine and overstep the challenge.

"Kill him, and I will reward him with two solid elixirs." Murong Prodigal Son slowly stood up and looked solemnly at Mu Zifeng. People who have been inherited from the martial arts of the ancestors will have some amazing killers. Like Ning Dong of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce, his fighting power is very powerful. If it is forcibly urged, even the martial arts master is unwilling to confront him head-on. Murong Prodigal Son once met him. Both of them were arrogant people and self-prouded to be the proud sons of heaven. They were arrogant and domineering. Naturally, they started to fight without saying a word after meeting.

The result can be imagined that both of them know deeply about each other's strength. Therefore, Mu Zifeng's performance at this time was misunderstood by Murong's prodigal son, which was also reasonable.

Among the disciples from Tiandao Martial Arts Museum this time, he is the only one who has changed his blood situation. It is impossible for him to personally take action with a lowly martial artist who only has explosive power. Whether he wins or loses, his reputation will be swept away. Winning is bullying the weak. If you lose, you will bear this shame for the rest of your life.

"Young master, this boy is not weak, wouldn't it be a pity to kill him like this? The old slave is willing to go to war, demote him to a lowly slave, crawl at the feet of the young master all his life, and become your stepping stone. At this time, the groom bowed and said in a low voice.

"Okay, knife slave, whether you win or lose this time, after returning to the family, I will remove your son's slavery, and I will train him well and work for our Murong family."

"Thank you for your kindness. The old slave will definitely capture him alive." Mafu Daonu couldn't help showing a trace of surprise on his face. He turned to look at Mu Zifeng, and his eyes gradually became cold and ruthless, as if he had forgotten the joys and sorrows of the world. The wide-back knife in his hand and blood stains are not dry, and the momentum on his body is getting stronger and stronger, and his strength is much better than that guy just now.

Mu Zifeng looked at him quietly. The knife slave was not simple. The knife he put on pointed to heaven and ground, and the momentum was not scattered. His whole person seemed to have entered a magical state.

"A knife?" Mu Zifeng's mind came up with this idea, because he had felt it in Wu Yidao. The only difference was that the strength of the two was not the same level, and there was a world of difference in the understanding of the knife.

"With the mercy of the head of the family, I taught the old slave the cultivation method of the supreme martial arts 'heavenly knife'. Although it is a remnant of it, I have some insights after 30 years of practice. Boy, you don't have a chance to win again. In the face of absolute power, there is no chance. Dao Nu stared at Mu Zifeng with fierce eyes, trying to defeat his heart with momentum.

"As long as you lie at Master Murong's feet obediently, knock on ten heads, and be willing to become a dog in Murong's mansion, I will make you a complete person. Otherwise, don't blame the power of the knife in your hand, I will cut off one arm and demote you to a slave, and you will never turn over."

"Ha ha." Mu Zifeng did not laugh angrily when he heard the knife slave's words. With sarcasm in his eyes, he shook his head gently and sighed, "With Murong Prodigal Son, you real dog slaves have become crazy. Your souls have been completely polluted by the devil. You used to be slaves who wave your tails for mercy, and you still can't get rid of this in the future. A fate."

"You... want to die." The knife slave's face turned pale, and he suddenly had a murderous intention. The big knife in his hand turned into a whirlwind and cut towards Mu Zifeng. The stone ground broke one after another, and shocking cracks spread to a radius of ten meters. He is more than twice as powerful as the previous guy, and he showed amazing combat effectiveness as soon as he took action.

The power is not terrible. The terrible thing is to integrate the powerful power into martial arts. The knife spirit of the knife slave has been quite hot. When the knife force is exerted, the invisible knife spirit has locked in Mu Zifeng. No matter how he dodges, he can trace his traces.

"Chasing the wind day by day."

The knife slave has crossed a distance of more than ten meters and has arrived in front of Mu Zifeng. The surrounding gas seems to solidify, and the blade reflects the light of the hot sun, like a sickle in the hand of Death.

"Although you have practiced Tiandao martial arts, you are just fur, and you have no soul in your moves." Mu Zifeng felt the unprecedented courage and fierce momentum. Although he was also very surprised, after all, the knife slave was the slave of the Murong family and a groom in front of Murong's prodigal son. How could the real method of practicing Tiandao martial arts flow into the hands of the home slave?

So at the peak of the knife slave's momentum, Mu Zifeng also saw the other party's fatal death hole exposed in front of his eyes. His waist swayed gently and was out of the lock of the other party's knife. His body turned slightly, punched like lightning, and punched the knife, and a buzzing crisp sound sounded.

The knife slave felt a dark force coming from the knife body. The force was too strong and mixed with femininity. I made a full blow, but I failed. He resisted the numbness of the tiger's mouth. The knife changed, and the blade stirrped horizontally and stopped Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng's figure has flashed to the other side. As soon as he grabbed it, the eagle's claws had hit the other party's mouth. He struggled to grasp it, bloody, and the knife slave's wrist muscles were actually torn off alive.

"I will die with you." Dao Nu's face was twisted. I don't know whether it was because of pain or because Mu Zifeng had destroyed his lifelong dream. He rushed to Mu Zifeng and opened his mouth to bite his neck.

"Then lie down."

Mu Zifeng's voice was flat, as if he was telling the truth. He grabbed the other party's shoulder, swept his back and cross-legged, used the 'white tiger's back' in the tiger-shaped fist, and threw the knife slave out.

The knife slave rolled on the ground a few times and wanted to stand up, but only heard two clicks. His legs were broken. The bones pierced flesh and blood, and bones were still so bloody and horrible.

Just now, Mu Zifeng exerted his inner strength. His leg was full of qi and blood, which was abnormally hard. He actually cut off his opponent's legs with a sweep.

"Ah... It's impossible. You are obviously a warrior in the explosive world. How can you defeat me? The world's first knife method, hegemony in all directions, how can it be broken by you? I'm not reconciled, unwilling." The knife slave shouted a few words, and then looked up and roared. His black hair turned white, and his face was much older and paler.

"Young master, please look at the loyal members of the old slave and withdraw my child's slave status, please." Knife slave lay on the ground, holding his right hand in the direction of Murong's prodigal son, and his eyes were full of pleading.

"What I said will naturally count. However, you have failed in the Tiandao martial arts of my Murong family. The reputation of my Murong family has been stained by you. You can do it yourself. Murong's prodigal son's face was gloomy, and the murderous spirit in his eyes seemed to come out.

"Thank you for your success." The knife slave waved his knife, scratched his throat, shot blood arrows, and fell to the ground and died.

The surrounding is silent. Mu Zifeng's viciousness is to protect himself, but Murong's ruthlessness is used on the loyal servants and slaves around him. Such cold things also silenced the disciples of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum.

"Sword service." Murong Prodigal finally stood up and whispered, and saw the girl on the left kneeling down and holding up the sword in her hand, as if she were worshipping God.

Mu Zifeng frowned slightly. Is this Murong prodigal son going to take action? This man is a real warrior in the blood-changing world, and his power may be comparable to that of the master of Pannirvana. Just as he was about to stimulate qi and blood and prepare for the response, but there was a flower in front of his eyes, and a cold murderous intention came from his throat, and a momentum enveloped his whole body. The powerful and outrageous momentum actually suppressed the qi and blood in his body.

A vague figure gradually became clear, and Murong Prodigal appeared in front of him, and the chill in his throat came from the tip of the other party's sword. Mu Zifeng's eyes finally changed. Murong's prodigal son's strength was so strong that even Ling Ge, black-faced iron fist and others were not enemies, and he had no reaction.

"Very good. If you kill the dog in front of me, then you can take his place." Murong's prodigal son smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth, and the sword in his hand sounded slightly, as if he were excited.

Mu Zifeng looked at him with bright eyes, and he suddenly looked up and laughed.

"Are you not afraid of death?" Murong Langzi's sword front has made a blood mark on Mu Zifeng's throat.

"Are you afraid? It's ridiculous. I have never been afraid of words since I practiced martial arts. A man is born in heaven and earth, and he is a hero alive, and he is also a ghost after death.

Mu Zifeng's eyes bloomed with fine light, righteous and fearless.

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