At this moment, Miao Fenglang suddenly pounced on him.
He was like a cheetah who came to the old man in Wood Sword, and his legs locked the old man in Wood Sword's neck.
Support the ground with both hands.
"ah--"
With a roar, Miao Fenglang's body turned back, and the old man from Mu Jian fell to the ground with a bang.
But the old guy is really a fierce man, and he still doesn't have any serious damage to such a heavy blow.
He kicked Miao Fenglang away and quickly stood up.
Atagu and Miao Fenglang did not give him a chance to cushion, and they went up close to their body, and their fists and whip legs were whipped out.
The old man who hit the wooden sword was in the chest.
The low collision was mixed with the old man with wooden swords!
The old man Mu Jian gritted his teeth and endured the pain, stood firm with his feet, and fought back the same.
"Bang bang bang!"
The three of them kept punching and dismantling their fists at a distance of only half of their bodies...
The crackling sounds kept ringing.
With both hands and feet constantly testing, both sides resisting each other's advance.
The two sides fought head-on, with fists and feet facing each other, without any gorgeous tricks.
The three of them simply collided with their strength.
Fists and feet flew continuously.
There were bursts of violent explosions on the deck, like the thunder of rainy days, ringing through everyone's ears.
With fists and feet everywhere, it is difficult for the naked eye to capture the three of them taking action.
The scope of fierce battles was getting bigger and bigger, forcing David and the guests present to retreat and avoid.
The old man from Wood Sword became more and more fierce as he fought, while Miao Fenglang and Atagu took action faster and faster.
"Swoosh!"
The old man Mu Jian was obviously a little bored when he was entangled by the two of them.
His eyes instantly turned bloody.
He fisted back and pulled out his wooden sword and slashed forward.
A sword light slashed towards Miao Fenglang and Atagu's heads like a rainbow.
The sword was very fast, so fast that Miao Fenglang and Atagu had no time to hide or place to hide.
At this moment, Atagu did not retreat but advanced but stood in front of Miao Fenglang.
He roared and suddenly shrank his muscles.
The sword light and the wooden sword all penetrated into his abdomen.
When the armor was cracking, the wooden sword stopped all movements and was tightly clamped by Atagu.
The old man Mu Jian was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that he would play this way.
Just as his movements were stagnant, Miao Fenglang suddenly flashed out of Atagu's back and kicked out a leg with a press of Atagu's shoulder.
The old man Mu Jian's face changed drastically. He quickly let go of the wooden sword and crossed his hands to resist.
With a bang, before the old man Mu Jian could carry his strength, Miao Fenglang had a leg and hit the center of his arms crossing.
With a loud bang, the old man Mujian's arm and chest hurt, and his whole body was instantly washed away by a burst of brute force.
He retreated three meters.
"kill!"
Before the old man Mu Jian could stabilize his body, Atagu's body bounced violently, and the wooden sword blew back with a bang.
The old man Mu Jian's face changed again, and he grabbed the Mu Jian who was shooting with his hands.
Although his palms clamped the wooden sword, the wooden sword still slid forward.
"stop!"
The old man Mu Jian roared, stepped on a bulkhead with one foot, and then pressed 80% of his strength.
With a click, the wooden sword stopped.
But there was a frictional blood mark on the old man Mu Jian’s palm.
It can be seen that Miao Fenglang's leg and Atagu's bullet force are the strength.
The whole audience became quiet invisibly.
Shen Changfeng also sat upright, with a hint of solemnity covering his face with a handkerchief.
Obviously no one expected that Miao Fenglang and Atagu would make the Sword God suffer.
The old man Mu Jian himself did not expect that looking at the sword tip that was close to him, anger flashed in his eyes.
He has been rampant in Xia Kingdom for a lifetime and is known as the Prime Minister of Xia Kingdom. Unexpectedly, he was injured by two stupid people today.
Shame, shame.
Atagu's abdomen armor was basically broken and there was a deep scar, but not only did he not feel pain, but he was extremely excited.
Miao Fenglang also had a lot of external injuries, but he didn't care at all.
Both of them stared at the old man Mu Jian: "Come again!"
Chen Changfeng coughed: "Li Taibai, kill them!"
The delicate woman and the guests present also agreed:
"Senior Li, don't play with them anymore, just kill with one sword."
"Yes, there is no need to use two or three successful forces to warm up with them. These young men can destroy them with one sword."
"Senior Li, don't worry about being criticized for bullying the small ones. It's these ignorant boys who are seeking death, it's not that you deliberately wanted to kill them."
"Silly, you guys are optimistic. Senior Li is going to take the ultimate move."
"One sword breaks hundreds of armor, so that you can see what amazing things are."
"Senior Li has taken the sword, and this battle is about to end."
As everyone was shouting, the old man from Mu Jian turned the Mu Jian and clasped his hands tightly.
"It's been three years, but I haven't made a good sword in three years."
"Everyone in the world is almost forgetting how fast and sharp my sword is."
The old man from Mu Jian looked at Ye Fan: "Young man, your two men are very powerful, but they still can't stop my sword."
Ye Fan pinched the wine glass and smiled faintly: "It's really time to end, but it's not our end, it's you."
"The wind blows and the clouds fly!"
The old man from Mu Jian laughed wildly and held the wooden sword tightly in his hands: "Weijia returns to his hometown in the country..."
But before he could swing a sword, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He looked down at his chest, and there were a few extremely tiny pinholes there.
He vaguely caught three silver needles and penetrated into his body.
"Old man, your 'why would you be brave and guarding the four directions' will not have a chance to leave!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "No, you may not have the chance to take action again."
The eyelids around the guests were twitching, not sure what they meant.
The old man Mu Jian touched the corner of his mouth and looked at Ye Fan with difficulty and squeezed out: "When did you get the needle?"
“That chair.”
Ye Fan did not hide it: "I feel like you are a little powerful, so I did some tricks."
"You don't think the table you smashed over is lethal. You don't care about the chair you smashed over."
"So you don't want to hit you."
"This collision will make these three needles as thin as cow hair nail into your body."
"Of course, this three-pointed target on the surface is difficult for you to work."
"But after you fought with them with all your might, the three needles flowed into your body with your strength."
"The above drugs begin to take effect."
He pointed to the old man from Wooden Sword: "You are at the end of your strength now. If you do something, you will be beaten to death in minutes."
The old man Mu Jian's breathing became rapid invisibly, and his face was indescribable and ugly.
He didn't believe what Ye Fan said, but after a little luck, he knew that Ye Fan was not intimidated.
He stared at Ye Fan and squeezed out: "You are despicable, you are shameless!"
"Isn't it mean to bully the small with the big one? You suddenly drew your sword and slashed it out?"
Ye Fan pinched the wine glass and said lightly: "Please admit defeat, otherwise the Sword Tomb Sect will be the best."
The old man from Mu Jian roared angrily, with a look of unwillingness on his face, and waved the wooden sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.
"die!"
Others combine swords and try their best to capture the thief first.
But before he could rush out a few meters, he looked bitter, and then his legs became weak and he fell to the ground with a plop.
He could only turn the wooden sword and poke it on the ground to support his upper body.
His hands holding the wooden sword also trembled slightly.
The old man from Mujian spit out a mouthful of blood and roared: "Shuzi, Shuzi!"
Ye Fan slowly walked to the old man Mu Jian with a hint of disdain on his face and spoke:
"If you don't agree, you have to hold it in my mind."
"As an adult, I have been fighting and killing the world for so many years, but I still can't see through this world?"
"There is no such fairness in this world, but there is no such convincing."
"Besides, I care more about the life and death of my brothers than your unwillingness and anger."
"I hope you die with curse and anger on me, rather than killing them and bowing respectfully."
"To me, the false respect of the enemy's unpainful and unthickness means nothing."
"So I will just go over your strong enemy."
"It's not easy for you, so you can save your life and cherish it."
Ye Fan patted the old man Mu Jian on the shoulder, then walked towards Chen Changfeng not far away and spoke lightly:
"Mr. Chen, call your father."
"Ask him, six Mercedes-Benz g65, thirty-six-layer combat soldiers, one Sword Tomb Sect leader, and one you."