Chapter 18 Strength

Mu Zifeng's footsteps gradually accelerated, and the qi and blood in his body hit Dantian Cave one after another. He leaned forward, scratched his feet, and used the horse-shaped boxing in the eight fists. The strong horse's hooves were not only a fierce attack move, but also a physical method.

The more he walked, the more he felt that he seemed to have turned into a strong horse, as fast as the wind and as a tiger.

A strong horse can fight with tigers and leopards with great momentum.

"Drive...Drive..."

There was a rumble of horses' hoofs behind him, and there was a scream. Mu Zifeng looked back and dodged to the roadside.

"Master, that momentum is more than ten times stronger than Murong Prodigal Son." Mu Zifeng's eyes swept over this group of uninvited guests and was secretly shocked. There are many foreign martial artists in the realm of divine power, changing blood, and Pannirvana, especially the one who takes the lead. That momentum alone gives people a thrilling feeling.

In the six realms of external skills, there are still martial arts masters in the master's realm that have not been seen. Mu Zifeng guessed that the man is likely to be the martial arts master.

As soon as this group of people passed, a group of fast horses appeared in the distance, and their overall momentum was not weak at all.

"What's going on in Hexi? Their clothes should not be any of the forces in Hexi vassals." Mu Zifeng watched them go away, muttered in his heart, and restrained his mood and went back on the road.

After two hours of running all the way, Mu Zifeng felt that the qi and blood in his body were a little unstable. He knew that he was anxious. Martial arts practice is steady and steady. If you don't take shortcuts, you will hurt yourself if you don't go too far.

There are many small towns between Wuyi County and Youzhou, and many villages that rely on mountains to hunt for a living. There are many mountain roads on both sides of the official road leading to different villages. A gust of wind blew, Mu Zifeng frowned slightly, and he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.

Looking in the direction, there were messy horseshoe marks on the road. Mu Zifeng walked more than 4,000 meters along the road and turned an intersection, and the smell of blood in the air was even stronger.

In front is a small village with only more than 20 families, facing the mountains and rivers. This was originally a place to live and work in peace, but now it has become a hell. There are several corpses lying at the entrance of the village, all of which are fatal.

Mu Zifeng looked at the blood still flowing and knew that these people had not died soon. The smell of blood in the village is even stronger. Mu Zifeng's mouth ** a few times. Is there a massacre here?

I dodged and entered the village. From time to time, I saw a corpse lying on the ground. There were old people, children, strong hunters, and more than 30 people.

"Old and weak women and children are not let go, a group of inhuman beasts." Mu Zifeng's eyes became crazy. His blood gathered and listened to the surrounding environment and chose a direction to sneak in. At the entrance of another mountain road in the village, there are hundreds of fierce horses, and only more than a dozen warriors guard them.

However, the left-behind person formed a confrontation, which was exactly the two gang that had rushed through the official road before.

"I heard that the fifteenth master has secretly cultivated many martial arts geniuses. Your name is Liefeng, and you should be one of those warriors. At the age of 20, he is already the peak of divine power. It seems that the talent is really good.

"Stop talking nonsense, you bastards, even the old and weak women and children."

"Hahaha, what you said is really high-sounding. You and I all know very well what we do when we come all the miles to this corner of Hexi. Prince Yu is the right-hand man's right-hand man. Although Hexi is his territory, the two martial arts masters under the tenth master have been assassinated. What kind of mystery is there... Humph, as for killing these villagers, they are the most despicable, and they are not as good as ants in our eyes. Moreover, the news of the cultivation cave left by the suspected gas practice ancestors on this mountain must not be leaked. We think your god of war master also thinks so in his heart, right?

There was a silence between the two sides.

Mu Zifeng, who was not far away, frowned when he heard it. The executioners were also the tenth master, which means that he was in the same group with Ling Ge. But I don't know who the tenth master is, and there will be so many masters under him.

However, since they have met themselves, they all deserve to die. Thinking of this, Mu Zifeng came out of the dark with his sword.

"Who?" The group of people gathered their eyes, especially those who had an extremely vicious tone just now, and their eyes were like a white-eyed wolf who had been hungry for a long time. Seeing that Mu Zifeng was just a little warrior in the explosive realm, the man smiled and showed a cruel look.

"A man dares to break into the village, but he is a little guts to kill him."

Two warriors in gray clothes rushed out, one with a sword, one with a fist, and the air was whistling. The momentum was four or five points stronger than the explosive warriors they met before.

"It's too weak." Mu Zifeng said secretly in his heart, his legs suddenly strength, and his body rushed out of the move of 'a fierce tiger to eat'.

Bang, two loud noises in a row, the two explosive warriors were shot out, and all the ribs in their chests were broken, and the thorns pierced deeply into their hearts and lungs. After throwing five or six meters, he fell to the ground. His seven orifices were bleeding, and his body twitched a few times and did not move.

"Who are you?"

"The one who killed you." Mu Zifeng killed two people with one move and looked motionless. He had already stared at the little leader of the divine power realm. All the people of the tenth master will die.

"What a big tone, I will break your limbs and nail you to the boulders to accompany these corpses." The martial artist in the divine realm is already in his forties, and a pair of big hands are extremely large, which is twice as big as that of normal people. Moreover, the skin on the surface of the hands is yellowish brown, which is obviously assisted by a lot of decoction during the cultivation process.

As soon as the warrior of the divine power realm took action, his momentum was extraordinary. When Mu Zifeng saw the other party's palms, the air between them hit his chest with a bang as if it had been compressed into a huge stone.

Thousands of power, brave and invincible.

Mu Zifeng is not enough to compete with the power of the body alone. He gently lifted his left shoulder, and the Guixi sword in his hand came out of its sheath. The wind and thunder sounded, and a sword stabbed people. Qi and blood are stimulated to directly break the opponent's attack momentum.

"Hey." The other party did not panic and laughed, and his right palm grabbed the blade directly.

Mu Zifeng knew that the other party should practice the external skills of the palm of iron sand. This kind of martial arts can be practiced to a certain level, but it can grasp weapons with bare hands.

"Wow..." Seeing that the other party had rushed closer, Mu Zifeng's return sword suddenly retreated to the sheath, and his body formed a curled up and looked like a deer. The front hand turned into a dragon, and the back hand turned into a tiger, and suddenly wrapped around the other party's arm.

This is the dragon-shaped boxing technique 'pulling the waist' in the Eight Fist.

"Ye, you are looking for death." The thick palm did not retreat at all, but directly slapped Mu Zifeng's face.

Mu Zifeng came to 'push the altitude mountain', avoided the palm of the other party, kicked his left foot on the other party's knee, and threw him up.

The body's qi and blood condensed his right arm, and Mu Zifeng suddenly chopped down. His arm turned into a knife and cut the other party's back spine with a knife. He exerted his strength and burst out his strength between stretching his arms to attack the opponent's lower plate and curb the opponent's offensive.

"Ah..." There was a scream, and the man's waist was cut off.

The waist is dry, and it is the pillar of concentrated and scattered force. The waist strength disappeared, and all the offensive was futile. Even Mu Zifeng pays great attention to the exercise of waist skills. Many martial arts are exerted from the waist to drive the whole body. For example, the dragon-shaped boxing just used, the dragon-shaped snake waist, the cat and lion squatting, and the soft body all pay attention to waist strength.

Mu Zifeng made a move and didn't care about him anymore. He was like a tiger, and his sword was like the wind, and he was killed into the remaining warrior group. The wind and thunder swordsmanship finally began to exert its power with the blessing of a thousand pounds of power.

There were continuous screams, and all the swordsmen pinched their necks with their hands, their throats were punctured, and blood sprayed like arrows.

After the whirlwind, all seven warriors on the tenth master's side fell to the ground, and the only one who had not yet died was the warrior in the divine realm.

They all looked solemn and formed a defensive position. Seven well-trained foreign martial artists died in a few moves. If they hit them again, how could they be spared?

Mu Zifeng wiped his sword clean, looked at the entrance to the mountain, and said faintly, "You will bury all the dead villagers. I don't kill you because you still have a little humanity in your hearts. People are often blinded by power and planted devil seeds in their hearts. Martial arts have human nature, and martial arts can be virtuous. If you understand it, you will suffer endlessly in the future. Remember what I just said.

This is the essence of martial arts in immortal magic. Mu Zifeng also intended to save their lives because of the previous question of the fierce wind of the martial artist in the divine realm. The most important thing is that Prince Yu is the vassal king of Hexi. He made friends with the fifteenth master. If he let these people go today, it may be a personal favor.

"In the strong wind, I don't know what to call Brother Taiwan?"

Mu Zifeng turned his head and looked at him. He was only one or two years older than himself. According to his cultivation talent, this person is indeed a talent.

"Zifeng." After saying that, his body has come out of the entrance of the village and marched along the mountain road into the mountain. Every time he urges qi and blood, he crosses a distance of seven or eight meters, and the speed is also quite fast.

"The explosive realm fights against the divine power realm warrior, and it also seems very easy. This person is talented and evil. Has he also been inherited by an ancestor of Qi in his body?" The fierce wind muttered a few words. It was not until Mu Zifeng's back disappeared that he turned his head and looked at the bodies on the ground and moved slightly. "The three of you went to bury the villagers well. As for the bodies of these scum, they should be put first, lest the blood feather master pointing the spear at us."

"Brother Liefeng, help me."

The fierce wind looked at the guy with broken waistbone and curled the corners of his mouth, "I don't know you well."

Mu Zifeng climbed all the way and soon found more traces left by those people.

"There is a suspected cultivation cave left by the ancestor in this mountain. If this news is true, then you may get some treasures. No wonder those people want to stay."