When the distance between the two parties narrowed, Mu Yishuang saw a horrifying scene that was destined to be unforgettable for her for the rest of her life.
The man actually held his own head in both hands. His neck was neatly cut off. Under the wash of rain, the exposed bones and flesh of the broken neck began to turn white, and there was very little blood left.
The person holding his head was clearly Ni Duanhun, who had escaped earlier.
At this moment, the sky is dark and the earth is dark, coupled with the cold wind and rain, the "whimpering" of the wind is more like the sound of ghosts. It makes the picture even more weird and terrifying. It makes people feel as if they are in hell.
Mu Yishuang suddenly felt that all the hair on his body stood on end.
When he came back, he looked in surprise at Ni Duanhun, who was holding his head in his hands, with a confused look on his face.
What's even more incredible is that the head held in Ni Duanhun's hand actually spoke. But his voice became light and airy, like an echo.
"Madman, come and play with me. You see, I cut off my own head and hold it for fun. Is it fun? If you want to learn, I will teach you how to do it?"
"It's fun, it's fun, teach me..."
Wang Huihui jumped from his horse in front of Ni Duanhun, bent over and looked at the head that actually spoke, as surprised and excited as a child.
Suddenly, Ni Duanhun opened his mouth and shot out a round ball. The ball shot back toward the door.
Caught off guard, the distance was so close that it was difficult to dodge, so he simply exhaled and blew towards the small ball.
Wang Huihui's inner strength was so deep that the ball turned instantly. Before Ni Duanhun's mouth could close, the ball was reflected into his mouth. At the same time, Wang Huihui's body flew out upside down, and Ni Duanhun made an explosion from his mouth.
, his entire body was torn apart in an instant, and the pieces of flesh and limbs were flying around in the rain and fog.
The moment Ni Duanhun's body exploded, a figure hidden behind him also flew out. The speed was very fast. The figure was thin and hazy, like a faint water mark. It was raining on this day, making people even suspect that the image was formed by raindrops.
Wang Huihui let out a scream and shot through the wind and rain like an arrow towards the thin figure, and shouted: "Where is the 'monster' running away!"
The image made a child-like voice, but the voice was sharp and harsh.
"Hey, the old madman has the ability to catch me. If you can't catch me, you're just a turtle bastard."
"What the hell are you?"
"You'll know when you catch me."
The other party let out a harsh, mocking laugh.
This undoubtedly stimulated Wang Huihui even more. Just when Wang Huihui was about to catch up with the mysterious image, a figure suddenly appeared in the rain and fog on the left side of Wang Huihui in the wind and rain.
It was the Feng Yun Demon. The strange face of the Feng Yun Demon was even more ferocious in the wind and rain. When he saw the enemy who killed his brother, he let out a sharp scream, and his robes suddenly swelled up, and his whole body was like a big rubber ball.
He hit Wang Huihui with both palms. Wang Huihui's left hand struck him continuously with a single palm, and a series of palm shadows with his right hand hit Fengyun Demon. Fengyun Demon made a sound like a drum, as if it was knocked on a cowhide drum. Fengyun Demon
His body was actually undamaged. The force of Wang Gui's palm was completely absorbed by his bulging robe.
The strength of Feng Yun Mo's palm was so shocking that even his arms felt numb when he looked back.
Fengyun Demon was shocked by the force of Wang Guihui's palm, and his blood was boiling.
At this moment, Feng Yun Mo completely believed the report of his subordinates. This crazy old man's martial arts skills were already terrifying and unbelievable.
Fengyun Demon's robes bulged out like magical armor, which surprised Wang Huihui.
This further aroused Wang Hui's warlike spirit, and he shouted: "What the hell are you doing? Watch me beat your 'skin bag' to pieces!"
And that thin image was hidden in the rain and suddenly floated up. The image shot out a string of small balls that were as crystal clear as raindrops towards Wang Huihui. Wang Huihui set off thousands of raindrops with his palm and hit those small balls. At the same time, he flew above the Fengyun Demon,
Another powerful palm hit Feng Yun Mo's bulging robe. Feng Yun Mo's head retracted into the bulging robe like a sphere, like a turtle's head retracting into a hard shell. The bulging "sphere" in his robe was in sight.
Returning and trembling under the powerful palm force.
At this time, Wang Hui suddenly heard Mu Yishuang scream in surprise.
A cloud of smoke was covering Mu Yishuang at this moment. Someone was vaguely flashing in the smoke. At the same time, countless figures were flashing around. In the rain, their figures all appeared distorted and blurred. The weapons in their hands were even more distorted and blurred.
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Mu Yi clapped his horse and came towards Wang Hui Hui's side. However, the horse was shot down with a concealed weapon and fell to the ground. Mu Yi Shuang jumped off the horse and started fighting with the two enemies who rushed towards him. She walked towards Wang Hui Hui.
He shouted: "Wang Hui, come back and save me!"
Only then did Wang Huihui think of Mu Yishuang. Just as he was about to save Mu Yishuang, the head of the Fengyun Demon suddenly came out of his robe, and it attacked Wang Huihui again with a loud shout. The strange image also took the opportunity to attack Wang Huihui again.
This time he looked back and shot out several bright daggers. It was as if these swords were made of condensed rainwater.
Wang Huihui became violent. He let out a chilling roar like a devil, and his eyes seemed to be even redder. Wang Huihui pushed out his palms together, and the overwhelming force of his palms set off layers of raindrops to hit Feng Yun Demon and the strange figure. Take advantage of this.
The two of them took the opportunity to dodge and flew back towards Mu Yishuang. Feng Yun Mo and the phantom came back in urgent pursuit.
At the same time, Feng Yun Demon shouted: "Hold him!"
With an order, more than a dozen figures rose into the sky. A dozen weapons, shining coldly in the rain, struck at Wang Huihui. These people all used their lives to stop Wang Huihui.
Wang Huihui kept screaming wildly, his beard and hair stood on end, and the rain curtain around him flew with his shouts.
Wang Huihui launched a series of attacks, and the masters who blocked him kept screaming and falling from the air while their palms and shadows were flying. Blood and water melted into the rain and fell from the air. They died when they landed, and their bodies were splashed with mud and water.
Wang Hui's body also fell to the ground, but he still couldn't rush through.
More people risked their lives to rob Wang Wang back.
It's not that they are not afraid of killing. But if they disobey the Fengyun Demon's orders, their fate will be more terrible than death. Their families will also be implicated. So even if Wang Guihui is a god, they will kill him!
Wang Guihui was surrounded by at least thirty people.
Moreover, these people are all elites of the "Mutian Sect"! Their martial arts skills are not comparable to those of the local sects. Wang Huihui grabbed a knife and chopped it left and right. Wherever the light of the knife hit, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and various screams were heard. The scene was unusual.
Tragic.
At this moment, Fengyun Demon's body also fell down and joined the battle group.
When Wang came back, he was entangled by everyone and couldn't escape.
And the cloud of smoke had enveloped Mu Yishuang.
At this critical moment, a horse, a furious horse that had been whipped by its owner, rushed over screaming. Several people wanted to intercept the horse, but the people on the horse swung their swords to repel the interceptors, and one of them was unable to dodge.
The head was cut off by the scurrying sword light. The head rolled down into the muddy water, and the body was still waving the weapon in place while spurting blood...
The horse rushed towards the smoke screen, while Mu Yishuang still resisted desperately in the smoke screen.
Just when the horse was still two or three feet away from the cloud of smoke, the body of the man on the horse flew up and rushed into the strange smoke.
Several screams suddenly rang out from the smoke. Two corpses were also knocked out of the smoke.
Then the man put his arm around Mu Yishuang's waist and swept out of the smoke screen with a sword in his other hand.