C19

After leaving, Mu Tian Peng was unable to predict what would happen next. If he knew, the current Mu Ling Feng did not have a single bit of elemental energy left, and was also seriously injured.

He would probably regret it to death, but unfortunately, he didn't know, and there was no way for him to know either.

Because right now, he was suffering from the greatest crisis of all time.

Just like the young master of the Wang family who was self-relieving himself, when he went out, he was surrounded by the stars and the moon, and he was surrounded by a group of servants.

This time, after leaving so many disciples of the Mu Clan behind and leaving by himself, he didn't expect to meet the three brothers who were quite famous in the outer sect of the Void Sword Sect.

Zhang San's mouth was wide open as he held a huge stone board that was as long as a person. The corner of the stone board was pushed into the leaves on the ground, making it look extremely heavy.

"Kid, since you're as handsome as me, I won't hold back. As long as you hand over that token, I'll let you go. What do you think?"

Zhang Er tilted his neck as he raised a huge mace that was thicker than a human in his hands. The barbed edges of the mace were blood-red, and there were several areas where some flesh was damaged. It was a terrifying sight.

He tilted his head and said, "What kind of expression is that? Give your grandfather and I will hand over the token. My boss said that as long as the token doesn't injure you, otherwise … if you see the flesh on my club, you will be hung on it!"

Zhang Da's face was calm, and he held no weapon in his hands. He looked as if this had nothing to do with him. However, a sliver of cunning appeared in his eyes from time to time, allowing others to see that he was stronger than his two younger brothers.

Mu Tian Peng felt extremely unwell. These three new disciples who had appeared out of nowhere had chased him all the way here since the moment they saw him.

Now, he was still so arrogant and conceited, causing his heart to be filled with rage and killing intent.

Even though he wanted to know how he had offended these three people, he could not do anything about it.

These three bastards had wanted to catch up to him so badly. Based on his character, he was going to fight with these three people, but he couldn't see the strength of that boss, so he didn't want to fight with them for no reason.

The third brother was impatient. Seeing that the fat in his mouth didn't move after a long time, he lifted up the door board with one hand and sent a surge of elemental energy towards Mu Tian Peng.

Whistling sounds came from the door as Mu Tian Peng watched a huge door that seemed to cover the sky fall from the sky, directly landing in front of him.

Seeing this idiot start to attack without a word, Mu Tian Peng's brows flashed with a trace of anger. A folding fan appeared in his hand as he twisted his body, dodging the attack of the door. The fan pierced into Zhang San's throat.

The door was too heavy, and was being swung too hard by Zhang San. It was actually stuck very deep into the ground and was unable to be picked up from the ground in a short period of time.

He had no other choice but to discover that his rough and big hands could not even last a breath of time. The folding fan passed through his hand without stopping, and continued to pierce through his throat.

It was obvious that Mu Tian Peng wanted to kill his opponent with one strike, but ended up being an enemy.

"How dare you!"

A sound that sounded like thunder exploded in Mu Tian Peng's ears, and he had no choice but to stop moving his hands for an instant.

Right at this moment, Zhang Er made his move. His huge mace didn't seem to have the slightest weight as it smashed towards Mu Tian Peng's forehead.

He discovered that his opponent's aura had completely locked onto him. If he still wanted to be stubborn and kill Zhang San, he might be beaten to death by Zhang Er's spiked mace as well.

He could not believe that his head was harder than his opponent's mace. He had no choice but to give up as the fan in his hand suddenly flew out from Zhang San's hand, bringing with it a trail of blood that sprinkled all over the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Sss …" At this moment, Zhang San seemed to have just experienced a heart-wrenching pain. His eyes were filled with tears, and he no longer cared about the giant door. He directly ran in front of Zhang Chang and began to cry.

The initially laughing Zhang Er calmly widened his eyes as his facial expression changed. His eyes turned crimson as he stared at Mu Tian Peng in the distance.

Zhang San, who was crying beside him, said angrily, "I am the only one who can teach my silly brother a lesson. Everyone else can't do it. You are courting death!"

With a single glance, Zhang Er quickly closed in on Mu Tian Peng with his big mouth, intending to kill him so that he could take revenge for the injuries on Zhang San's body.

At the same time, because Mu Lingfeng's body no longer had any elemental energy, he could not persevere any longer. He wanted to recover some of his true essence while sitting cross-legged, but as a result, he was unable to absorb any more.

He did not know the reason, but looking at Wang Zijian, who was also injured, he looked around, and then pulled him into a place with dense shrubs on the ground. He planned to take out the Heavenly Sword and absorb some of the Spirit Qi.

The purple light circulated within the forest, and no matter how lush the shrubs were, they were unable to stop this powerful purple light, and it quickly shot out from the gaps between the trees.

Those fellows who were hiding in the forest to begin with, saw the light radiating from the shrubs. Their eyes flashed with greed as they quickly approached Mu Lingfeng.

Mu Lingfeng had long known about this situation, but he had no other way. Right now, it was impossible for him to absorb some Heaven and Earth Yuan Energy from the void, so he could only take a risk and pull out the Heavenly Sword to absorb some of the Yuan power in Wang Zijian's body in order to recuperate from his injuries.

Feeling the footsteps coming from his surroundings, a few drops of sweat appeared on Mu Lingfeng's forehead, and some panic appeared in his eyes. If he were to be exposed here, then he would really be done for.

Mu Lingfeng slowly lifted the Desolate Heavenly Sword that was filled with all kinds of runes. He thought of moving faster, but the Heavenly Sword was too heavy. It moved slowly in the air and slowly approached Wang Zijian's body.

"You … want … to … do … what, spare … me!" He did not finish his sentence because Mu Lingfeng had already pierced the Sky Sword into his body.

He, who had only one breath left, suddenly widened his eyes as panic filled them. He pointed his finger at Mu Lingfeng. At this moment, the eldest young master of the Wang family, Wang Zijian, was dead.

"Brother, just one person?"