Chapter 42 Kill all

"Don't be impulsive. The brothers outside are fatal at the same time, and you will end up together." The woman said solemnly, "Let's leave it to the three curators. Let's step back."

This woman has some identity. When she said this, those impulsive disciples retreated one after another. Mu Zifeng showed a little approval. No matter what the situation a martial artist encounters, first of all, he is calm and can do everything without surprise, which shows that his mind has been cultivated to a certain extent.

The old patriarch saw the sonorous swords around him, stared at them fiercely, and swaggered in with Mu Zifeng.

"Sister, where does this person come from?"

"I don't know, but look at the fatal injuries of those dead brothers, they were all killed by stones. Such softness can't be done even by the master. Things are not good today. Let's go in immediately to remind the master and let him act according to the opportunity. Well, the master objected to the matter of destroying people's roots. Unexpectedly, he still caused trouble, otherwise the comer would not have killed the killer. The woman thought, "You guys go to clean up the bodies at the door and close the door."

The Liu Family Martial Arts Hall is divided into several halls, martial arts practice halls, martial arts halls, council halls, punishment halls, etc. Mu Zifeng entered the martial arts practice hall. As soon as he entered it, he attracted dozens of strong eyes. There is a huge martial arts arena in front of the entrance, which is full of people, divided into three factions, with a full of 200 people.

There are more than 50 people kneeling in the empty space in the middle. They are all injured, and some of them are even seriously injured in the legs next door. In the front stood two people. One of them was the little brother Mu Zifeng had met, and the other middle-aged man should be the owner of Liu Guan.

The injury of Liu Guanzhu is also quite serious. His arm bones were removed and stretched weakly. There was a sober claw mark on his right shoulder, and five blood holes were clearly visible. And his left leg bone is deformed and should be broken. But there was a color of fortitude on his face, and he didn't even frown when he was injured.

"Change the blood situation." Mu Zifeng smelled a faint smell of baby meat from the owner of Liuguan, which seemed to have just broken through.

And surrounded by the Wang Family Martial Arts Museum, Xie Family Martial Arts Museum and He Family Martial Arts Museum, and the three sitting middle-aged men are the most powerful. All of them are masters of external skills who have stepped into the realm of Pannirvana with half a foot.

Seeing a stranger coming in, a disciple of the divine power realm in the Wang family team snorted coldly, "No wonder Sister He did not stop the visitor. It turned out to be a martial artist in the divine realm."

"Shi'er, no nonsense, but since your sister He is not strong enough, you, as a world brother, can solve it." The owner of the eagle-nosed restaurant sitting on the chair grinned.

"Yes, Dad." The young man moved, attacked with his hands, turned his palms into claws, grabbed Mu Zifeng with one claw, and grabbed Mu Lao patriarch behind him with the other claw.

Mu Zi's limelight turned, and his plain eyes suddenly burst into a fierce spirit, which was a kind of spiritual momentum that could penetrate the other party's mind.

The power of the tiger's staring eyes has been increased tenfold. This stare is like a huge hammer pounding on the other party's heart, making his eyes suddenly sting violently, and then his facial features seem to be distorted, and his eyes are dark.

"Ah..." When he saw the situation clearly, he retreated and roared desperately. Everyone stared at it, and their calves trembled with fear. Because of their prestige, the right palm of the king's crown owner with his claw skills had disappeared, and a ball of blood pulp stuck to his wrist.

"Well, your claws can crack stones, but my claws can hold iron into mud." Mu Zifeng abandoned his hand with one move and did not continue to chase to death. He watched the three sides retreat five or six meters each.

Those disciples of the Liu Family Martial Arts Museum who knelt on the ground stood up one after another and looked at the prince who was like a heavenly man excitedly.

"Master Liu, how is your injury?" Mu Lao patriarch shook his head and woke himself up. He walked from behind Mu Zifeng to the owner of Liu Guan and said with great concern.

"What is my father-in-law?" The owner of Liu Guan was slightly stunned and didn't seem to know this person.

"Dad, he is Mu's grandfather. Also, that prince is the strange man I mentioned to you. The eyes of the Liu family are like seeing living immortals.

Mu Zifeng walked over and motioned the owner of Liu to stop talking. He checked the owner's injury, first straightened his arms and bones, then straightened his leg bones, and finally pointed his index finger around the blood hole in his shoulder.

"Thank you for your righteous help. Liu is very grateful." A person who can hit the peak warrior of the blood world with one move can definitely be called a senior. And he held the sword in his left hand. Obviously, this man has not used the killer mace.

The disciples of Liujia Martial Arts Museum worshipped one after another.

"Yes, Liu Guanzhu is an apprentice, and the heart of the disciple of the martial arts. No wonder there is no inferiority in Xiaoya's brother and sister." Mu Zifeng nodded, and then his eyes suddenly became fierce and said in a low voice, "Who hurt the little girl?"

"Senior, I'm a disciple of the Wang Family Martial Arts Museum." Hearing that Mu Zifeng was here to seek revenge, the young master of the Liu family immediately pointed to the Wang family's martial arts school fiercely.

As soon as his words fell, everyone felt a flower in their eyes, and a goosebumps sound of sword sounded, followed by a splash of blood.

"Demon, you demon, you have to kill it all." The owner of the palace was sad and angry, and his voice was hoarse. It was just a few breaths. All the 50 or 60 disciples he brought fell to the ground and died, and not even one escaped.

The wind and thunder swordsmanship evolved to the limit, and with the support of almost invincible power, a massacre soon ended. His fierceness enveloped the whole yard, making the other two sides dare not move, for fear of causing him to fight back and bring disaster to the destruction of the hall.

A drop of blood was left from the blade, and the disgusting smell of blood emitted, making everyone pale. Especially the old patriarch, it's good for him to kill a blind man, but he has never killed anyone and has never experienced such a tragic scene.

"I won't interfere in the enmity between your martial arts school. Today, I came here to get justice for the little girl. The Wang family martial arts hall was destroyed in my hands. That's what they did. You should feel very lucky. You are not the ones who hurt my sister. Otherwise, their end will become yours."

Mu Zifeng killed people quietly. He shook his sword, and the blood beads on it bounced away one after another. The peerless sword returned to the sheath. He walked to the crazy Wang Guanzhu, sighed, raised his foot and kicked him, which hit his eyebrows. As for his precious son, I don't think he will have a chance to live. It would be very kind if the people of the Liu family's martial arts school didn't peel him alive.

"Old patriarch, are you all right?"

"No... it's okay." The old patriarch waved his hands repeatedly, but his eyes still betrayed his words.

"It's over here. Let's go home."

"Okay, we'll leave immediately."

Elder Mu walked out first without saying a word. Mu Zifeng smiled. His grandfather seemed to be very scared. After going back, he estimated that he would blow up his invincible image. As soon as he took two steps, he stopped and looked at Miss He, "What a good seedling, it should be a great thing to cultivate."

He looked at the ugly He Guanzhu again, and his eyes were slightly bright. "He Guanzhu has a golden and iron horse momentum, which can only be cultivated by soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles on the battlefield. I have seen it in two master-level generals. If you can make good use of it, you can think about it and think about it.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly showed a clear look. This evil star actually had a relationship with the martial arts master. No wonder he started to kill him. That is the rule of the battlefield.