Mu Fan's eyes changed instantly when he looked at Xuanyuan Ming.
When he fought against Xuanyuan Ming, the opponent did not show such strong strength.
It seems that he still had some plans at that time.
And now Xuanyuan Ming, who is full of firepower, is bursting with unparalleled sword intent, and he can be called the number one swordsman.
Faced with the fierce sword light coming from the tiger flying down the mountain, Tieyi Shenhou did not panic at all.
A red light suddenly appeared from his left hand and went straight towards the sword light.
"Blood Bodhi!"
Mu Fan heard someone murmuring around him, with a hint of shock in his tone.
Looking up again, the red light and sword light collided suddenly.
All that was heard was a loud noise.
Those who were closer had thin scratches instantly appearing on their faces.
The skill was slightly weaker, and blood even oozed out.
Mu Fan waved his sleeves, and a purple light flashed, directly blocking several people around him.
Then he stared at the ring with his eyes.
After the first sword light was shattered by the red light, Xuanyuan Ming did not advance but retreated.
Just when everyone was puzzled, the red light suddenly exploded on the route of Xuanyuan Ming's attack.
The energy contained in the explosion made Mu Fan's scalp numb.
If Xuanyuan Ming hadn't retreated immediately, half of his life would have been lost.
Just as the smoke of the explosion passed, a figure rushed out of the smoke.
It was Xuanyuan Ming. He was holding a big sword and had a strong figure, stepping forward.
Mu Fan's eyes lit up as he looked at the pace of Xuanyuan Ming's feet.
This pace is a bit interesting.
Three steps and two steps shortened this distance.
It's like a swimming dragon, but different from the surge of a swimming dragon.
He moves like a cunning rabbit, but is a little more swift and fierce.
Xuanyuan Ming, who was so far away from the Iron-clad God, would never dare to release the Blood Bodhi easily.
The distance was too close, Xuanyuan Ming directly slashed with his sword.
There is a trace of golden light in the sword energy.
"Original power!" Mu Fan's eyes were a little shocked.
Although the original power of swordsmanship is only a little, it is enough to dominate one side.
Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Ming actually understood the art of swordsmanship.
However, the Iron-clad Divine Marquis opposite Xuanyuan Ming not only did not panic at all, but instead glanced at Xuanyuan Ming with interest.
"It's very good that you have realized a trace of your original power, but an old dog is an old dog, and he will die after all."
Xuanyuan Ming was not confused by the words at all, and directly struck down with his hand.
But the sword was unable to strike downwards in mid-air.
I saw the Iron-clad Shenhou just pushing up with his palm.
This sword won't be able to cut it down.
Xuanyuan Ming increased his strength.
But it was all in vain, the Iron-clad Divine Marquis gently closed his palms, and the sword was like a handicraft, falling apart inch by inch.
"Your swordsmanship is good, but there is something wrong with your sword."
The Iron-clad God has not forgotten the taunt.
Then he turned his hand, a red light suddenly appeared in his left hand, and his right hand turned into a fist.
"careful!"
Mu Fan, who saw the Iron Lord's movements from the side, immediately shouted out, but it was to no avail.
The iron-clad god moved so fast that almost in an instant, his two hands hit Xuanyuan Ming heavily.
Xuanyuan Ming, who was using his old strength and had not yet developed new strength, spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
Then the whole person hit the ground like a kite with its string cut off.
Mu Fan couldn't care about anything else at this time. He stretched his arms with his hands and pushed his feet on the ground like a discharged cannonball towards the direction where Xuanyuan Ming landed.
After receiving Xuanyuan Ming, Mu Fanli laid him down.
"How's it going? Is my dad okay?"
Xuanyuan Rou had tears in her eyes and was extremely flustered.
As long as you are not stupid, you will know that Xuanyuan Ming has been holding back, and Xuanyuan Rou is now full of guilt for her father.
Looking at the miserable Xuanyuan Ming, Xuanyuan Rou almost collapsed.
"I can only protect his heart pulse first." Mu Fan said in a deep voice, and then he kept moving his hands, and the black flame followed Xuanyuan Ming's five meridians and six meridians to directly cut off the heart pulse to protect him first.
After protecting his heart, Mu Fan sighed.
This injury is serious.
I didn't expect the Iron-clad God to be so vicious.
That punch directly shattered the meridians around the heart.
Then he dispersed the energy from his Dantian with a palm.
It can be said that Mu Fan's medical skills are superb just to be able to hold his breath.
"Ahem!"
Xuanyuan Ming struggled and coughed twice, and glanced at Xuanyuan Rou, who was wearing pear blossoms and raining rain, with tearful eyes:
"It was almost the same. If I hadn't injured the foundation when I instilled the spiritual energy of the white-eyed wolf, it would have been that dog thief who fell to the ground."
"I know, I know my father." Xuanyuan Rou burst into tears.
"Don't cry anymore. The children of my Xuanyuan family are not made of tears." Xuanyuan Ming raised his hand to wipe away his daughter's tears, but he could no longer lift his hand. He gave a bitter smile and fainted again.
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"It's okay." Mu Fan comforted Xuanyuan Rou while checking Xuanyuan Ming.
At this time, the iron-clad god in the ring coughed twice: "Who else is there?"
There was silence under the arena.
No one wants to learn about the Blood Bodhi of the Iron-clad God.
Just when the iron-clad god was extremely proud, a gust of breeze blew past his back.
"The God of Iron Clothes has a good nature, why not let me come down and accompany the God to go through two moves."
An elegant voice drifted from behind.
The iron-clad god turned his head sharply, but there was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the smiling Xiaoyao King.
"Why did King Xiaoyao want to have fun?" Tieyi Shenhou's expression did not change.
"Of course, my poison has been cured to some extent. I don't know who poisoned me. I have to return it, otherwise my thoughts will not be clear." King Xiaoyao stared at Tieyi closely.
God waits.
But the iron-clad god sneered: "This is none of my business."
King Xiaoyao shook his head: "You came into contact with Zhang San from the restaurant that day. What a coincidence, I also got poisoned after eating the food he cooked. Apart from you, God of Iron, I can't think of anyone else who is so mean.
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Xiaoyao Wang has made almost all the problems clear.
Mu Fan knew that this elegant Xiaoyao King, who had met him once, had always had anger in his heart, and now he was about to let it out.
I don’t know how strong King Xiaoyao can be.
Mu Fan really wanted to know the background of King Xiaoyao.
After all, this was the first place last year.
"You're such a free-spirited king. You dare to shove any shit in my face. If you want to hit me, just say so. Why beat around the bush?"
Of course, the Iron-clad Divine Marquis would not admit that he had poisoned King Xiaoyao.
If he admits it, then every one of the Africans here today will spit on him to death.
"It's useless to talk more. For a despicable person like you, it's better for your subordinates to see the truth."
King Xiaoyao didn't expect the Iron-clad God to admit it on the spot, so he flipped the folding fan in his hand.
Suddenly the wind started to rise, and the breeze came slowly, bringing with it a little bit of coolness.
King Xiaoyao is like a banished immortal in the world, calling for wind and rain.
The iron-clad god finally lost his disdain as before.