At this moment, the smaller Wind Eagle appeared. She suddenly appeared in front of Mu Hanyue and swung her sharp claws down without mercy.
Mu Hanyue looked at Feng Ying coldly, abandoned the silver thread in her hand, and moved her body towards the ground, but there was still a mark on her arm from the claws.
Fortunately, it was only three or four meters above the ground, so it wasn't a big deal for Mu Hanyue.
After she landed, she immediately ran to Zizhu's side, squatted down to help her up, and asked in a deep voice: "How is it?"
"Miss, it's okay, just rest for a while, don't worry." Zizhu's face was pale at the moment, and as he spoke, a few traces of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth again.
"Haha... A waste is always a waste. Even if you are a warrior, you still can't beat me." Mu Shiying looked at Mu Hanyue's master and servant, and smiled happily.
Feng Ying also had mockery in his eyes. He had now become a smaller version, standing on Mu Shiying's shoulders.
Sure enough, there are just as many slaves as there are masters.
Mu Hanyue stood up, looked at Mu Shiying coldly, and smiled disdainfully: "Who do you think you are? No one dares to be arrogant in front of me, including you." After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared from the place.
Listening to her arrogant words, Mu Shiying was about to get angry, but in the blink of an eye, Mu Hanyue's body disappeared from the place.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked around, but no one found Mu Hanyue. A trace of surprise flashed in her heart. Where had she gone? This was the thing she was most concerned about now.
Standing on her shoulder, Feng Ying also narrowed his eyes and looked around, trying to find Mu Hanyue.
"Good-for-nothing, get out of here. Those who are timid can only hide. What kind of skills do they have." Mu Shiying shouted loudly, with an unhappy look on her face.
She turned her head and was about to say something to Feng Ying. Suddenly, her body moved to one side very quickly. A gash was cut on her back, and her clothes were dyed red with blood.
The next second, Mu Hanyue's figure also appeared, and the next attack followed.
The silver wire in his hand bent into an arc and struck towards Mu Shiying's neck.
Although her speed was too fast, Mu Shiying had no time to take precautions, but she is a person who knows fighting spirit. At the critical moment, a touch of yellow fighting spirit condensed on her hand, and a yellow halo was emitted from her body. The silver thread was close to the aperture, although it was extremely harmful.
, but it couldn't penetrate.
Mu Shiying sneered, gathered a fighting spirit with her hands, and struck Mu Hanyue's chest.
Mu Hanyue frowned slightly and dodged to one side very quickly. She was not a fool, she didn't know how to fight, and she wouldn't go head-to-head with her and take her move.
She dodged quickly, but Mu Shiying's attack was even faster. The yellow fighting energy hit Mu Hanyue's back, but Mu Hanyue didn't change at all and still dodged aside very quickly.
Mu Shiying's lips curled up with a hint of ridicule, and just as she was about to make her next move, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Stop, the eldest young master will be released from seclusion soon. Third Miss, do you want to bear his anger? You should try it." Zizhu's voice came from behind.
Mu Shiying's raised hand froze in place and did not move. Then she clenched her fists tightly and looked at the cold woman in front of the big tree. A trace of anger flashed in her eyes: "Damn good-for-nothing, come on.
Don't let me catch you this time, otherwise..."
The words were not finished, but everyone could understand the meaning of the remaining half of the sentence.