Xiao Ye and Mao Zong were already fighting fiercely in the thick fog.
"roar!"
In the surging blood mist, Mao Zheng extinguished the flames on his body while throwing himself at Xiaoye who looked like a man on fire.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Xiaoye used his remaining strength and hit Mao Zheng with three punches in a row.
"Roar!" Mao Zheng took a few steps back, and he rushed forward again with blood mist rolling all over his body.
During the fierce fight, Xiaoye didn't notice. His right arm hit his left shoulder, and he screamed and flew backwards to the edge of the thick fog.
For a moment, Xiaoye fell so hard that he could no longer struggle, and the flames all over his body were immediately extinguished.
"roar!"
Seeing that all the enemies were knocked down, Mao Zheng became excited, grinned ferociously with two smelly fangs, and walked towards Xiaoye.
It seems that it will be the first to suck Xiaoye's blood, because among the four people, Xiaoye is the one who suffers the most.
"It's over!" Xiaoye smiled bitterly in his heart: "This hairy stiffness is almost turning into flying stiffness. It's so powerful."
But the strong unwillingness once again ignited Xiaoye's fighting spirit.
Suddenly, Xiaoye came back to his senses, flames rose in his left hand, and the temperature around his right hand dropped rapidly. His two hands were struggling to get closer.
The airflow on the left has become distorted under the strong high temperature. Countless ice crystals the size of soybeans have been produced in the airflow on the right.
Xiaoye's hands slowly came closer, getting closer and closer, and finally came together.
The collision between ice and fire broke out instantly. This was the first time Xiaoye used the energy of ice in front of the enemy, and it was the first time in his life that he fused the two energies together.
"Hahahaha! Finally succeeded."
Xiaoye endured the physical discomfort, suddenly laughed, struggled to stand up, and looked at the approaching Mao Zheng staggeringly.
"Roar!" Mao Zheng looked surprised. He didn't know why Xiaoye, who was about to die, was laughing.
However, at this moment, the two colliding energies suddenly shone brightly, and a red and blue energy appeared out of thin air.
"Good knife!" Xiaoye clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and shouted calmly.
Faintly, there was even a tiny dragon flashing and circling on the sword, making a low roar.
In an instant, a dazzling golden light flashed from Xiao Ye's physical strength, which seemed to have the potential to conquer the heaven and earth.
"Roar!" Mao Zheng seemed a little frightened and took a step back involuntarily.
"Be afraid, you son of a bitch, I'm going to chop you up alive today!" Xiaoye said with a ferocious look on his face.
The three people outside the thick fog suddenly heard Xiaoye's wild laughter and cruel words. Although they didn't know what it was like inside the thick fog, everyone's blood boiled for no reason.
"Xiaoye, come on!" Yiren and Wang Huan brother and sister struggled together and shouted.
Now, Xiaoye is their only hope.
"Ah!" Xiaoye roared angrily, and his whole body seemed to be filled with great courage and strength.
"Roar!" Mao Zhan was not willing to admit defeat. He roared wildly and rushed towards him quickly, his ten sharp claws flashing with strange blood.
"###, chop!" Xiaoye turned aside quickly, and the sword in his right hand passed through a fierce flame and slashed down.
"Crack!" Like cutting tofu, the sharp sword quickly passed over Mao Zheng's arms, and actually cut off the arms as hard as steel.
"Peng!"
The arms that lost the support of the Mao Zombie Demonic Power were immediately surrounded by the flames emitted from the sword. Before they even landed, they had already turned into a pile of ashes scattered by the mountain wind.
"Roar!" Mao Zheng was in pain and frightened. He suddenly shouted, turned his head, and jumped up, trying to escape into the air.
Xiaoye knows that as long as the zombie's body is not destroyed, its terrifying regeneration ability can quickly regenerate a pair of arms.
"Where to go, die, you beast!"
Xiaoye's heart moved, and the sword came out of his hand. It kept spinning in mid-air, like a sharp and huge oblique moon-shaped wheel. Under the control of Xiaoye's mind, it flew after Mao Zhan who was about to escape into the darkness.
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The sword flew like the wind, catching up with Mao Zhan in an instant, and engulfed Mao Zhan's body with the force of thunder in mid-air, bursting out into a glorious blood mist.
Under Xiao Ye's control, the sword rotated crazily around Mao Zong, cutting Mao Zong's body over and over again, fearing that it would not die.
The blood mist was like rain, and the flames were like crazy. Poor Mao Zong was cut into countless pieces by the sharp and fierce sword in an instant. However, before these pieces hit the ground, they were already frozen into bricks of ice.
Immediately after, there was a crisp sound of "Pah! Pah! Pah!", and the ice bricks suddenly cracked and turned into small fluffy ice crystals.
In just ten seconds, the once arrogant Mao Zheng turned into light breeze and smoke in the air.
In the sky, under the moonlight, there is another clear moonlight.
"Back!"
Xiao Ye gave a soft drink, and the huge sword instantly shrank in size. In the blink of an eye, it was thrown into Xiao Ye's body and disappeared.
At this time, the thick fog gradually faded, and the three people outside could finally see clearly what was going on inside.
Everyone exchanged glances with each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
In front of their eyes, only Xiaoye stood erect, and Mao Zheng had disappeared.
"Finally solved!"
Xiaoye smiled happily, but suddenly his whole body went limp and he couldn't even stand still. With a plop, Xiaoye fell to the ground and could not stand up again for a while.
"Hahaha, Xiaoye, you did a great job, I didn't expect you to be so good! Cough, cough, cough..." Yi Ren was lying on the ground, coughing up blood and cheering.
Xiaoye didn't even have the strength to speak, she just felt exhausted.
"Hey, Xiaoye, is your kid dead?" Wang Huan became a little worried.
Wang Shuang, whose shoulders were bleeding profusely, also struggled and shouted: "Brother Xiaoye, are you okay?"
"Don't worry, you won't die!" Xiaoye said with a bitter smile: "This perverted Mao Zong has exhausted me to death!"
"By the way, Xiaoye, what was that mist just now? You and Mao Zheng were dueling in the mist, and we couldn't see anything!" Wang Huan said in confusion.
Xiaoye calmly changed the topic, "Ahem, I think you have the strength to ask me questions, so why not heal your wounds and stop the bleeding quickly! Otherwise, attacking the heart with corpse poison is no joke!"
Everyone was shocked, and Wang Huan struggled and used glutinous rice and talismans to detoxify several people.
After a long struggle, Wang Huan, Wang Shuang, and Yi Ren finally stabilized their injuries, and then struggled over to help Xiaoye stop the bleeding, who was too tired to crawl.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the three of them came to Xiaoye, they suddenly burst out laughing together.
Wang Shuang's face turned red with embarrassment. He turned his head suddenly and muttered: "Pervert Xiaoye, bad guy Xiaoye!"
Xiaoye wondered: "What's wrong? Stop my bleeding quickly, or I'm going to die!"
"Xiaoye, you are really shirtless and you are so heroic!" Yiren pursed his lips maliciously.
Wang Shuang also covered his mouth and laughed secretly, his face almost cramping from laughing.
Xiaoye looked around in confusion, and suddenly discovered a serious problem. At this moment, he was completely naked, with nothing on him.
Xiaoye suddenly remembered that when his whole body was in flames just now, everything on his body was burned to the ground. Just now he was only focused on fighting Mao Zhan and did not notice such a serious problem.
"Ah! How miserable!"
Xiaoye didn't know where the strength came from in that moment, he sat up suddenly, covered his vitals with both hands, his face was red and hot, and he stammered: "This...this...mistake,
Mistake! Yiren, I have spare clothes in the car, please go down and get them, please!"
"Hahaha!" There was a burst of hearty laughter on the hillside.
Xiaoye is very depressed and shy.
After much tossing, everyone finally returned to the underground base.
In the medical room, Xiaoye's whole body was covered with snow-white bandages, and he was lying on the hospital bed like a rice dumpling. At first glance, he looked like a large mummy.
To his left and right are two equally miserable brothers: Wang Huan and Yi Ren!
"Hey, buddy!" Xiaoye reluctantly turned his head, looked at Wang Huan and Yi Ren, and said with a smile, "What do you think the three of us look like now?"
"Mummy!" Wang Huan grimaced helplessly. Four ribs were broken on his chest, and he was grinding his teeth and cracking his mouth in pain.
"Haha, be satisfied! If Xiaoye hadn't suddenly shown off his power at the last moment, we would have died, and we wouldn't even be lucky enough to be lying here! Damn it, this bird-feather stiffness is really powerful!"
Yi Ren smiled boldly, with a lingering fear in his expression.
"Yes, thanks to Xiaoye! Hey, wait a minute!" Wang Huan suddenly woke up and stared at Xiaoye eagerly: "By the way, I have long thought that you are a dishonest kid. You must be hiding some secrets from us! Especially tonight.
Tell me what's going on with that thick fog."
"Hahaha!" Xiaoye hurriedly said, "Well, the three of us are lucky to be fine, but we don't know what happened to Wang Shuangmei."
At this moment, two beautiful girls suddenly walked in. Xiaoye had already known the nurses here when he was in training.
"Haha, two nurse sisters, I'm so happy to be alive to see you! By the way, how is sister Wang Shuang?" Xiaoye turned a blind eye to Wang Huan's face, which turned purple with anger.
A nurse glared at Xiaoye angrily, "You are so virtuous yourself, and you still think about others?"
Suddenly, a little head poked out from behind the nurse, with a pair of cute big eyes that turned around, "Hello everyone, I'm fine!"
Damn, it was the injured Wang Shuang who was leaning on two crutches but still in high spirits!
Wang Huan looked at Yiren angrily, then glared at Xiaoye, and said with a bitter smile: "Sister, you were just injured and you didn't stay in the ward. Why are you running around?"
"Hehe, I'm less injured than you. It's just a little flesh wound on my shoulder. It's much better after the corpse poison is removed. It's okay, brother, I feel so bored when I'm alone!"
Wang Shuang glanced at his small mouth and started to act coquettishly towards Wang Huan.
"It's up to you, I really can't do anything to you!" Wang Huan had always loved this baby girl so much that he had no choice but to let her go.
Wang Shuang limped to Xiaoye and sat down next to him. He blinked his two cute big elf eyes and said, "Hehe, brother Xiaoye, are you okay?"
"Look at my virtue, you will know if something is wrong!" Xiao Ye said with a bitter face, "If Mao Zhan pats me more, I will probably go to see God."
"Haha!" Wang Shuang was delighted: "See if you can still joke, I know you're fine, just pretend!" As he said that, he stretched out his right hand and struck Xiaoye's chest hard.
"ah!"
Xiao Ye screamed in pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and screamed: "Here comes someone, help me, get this little witch away quickly! Otherwise, I will die in her hands soon instead of in Mao Zhan's hands."
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Everyone laughed, Wang Huan covered his mouth and said happily: "You know it hurts, let's see if you are still crazy in the future!" But he said with a straight face: "Sister, Xiaoye is really seriously injured, don't mess with him."
"You are the most afraid of pain!"
Wang Shuang made a face at Xiaoye and sat next to Wang Huan with a cane.
Xiaoye was so angry that his teeth itched, so he stopped overdoing it and ignored her.