Mu Fan was feeling weak and weak while bathing in the spring breeze.
The spring breeze turned into rain and hit the iron-clad god, making the sound of metal and iron ringing together.
Moreover, the iron-clad god's expression was very tense, as if he was suffering from great pain.
"What's going on? Is it like this after being blown by the wind?" He Xiaopang didn't quite understand.
It was obviously just the spring breeze, mixed with light rain at most, but why did the iron-clad god feel as painful as his dead mother?
"Look at their feet." Mu Fan said calmly towards He Xiaopang.
Mu Fan had long noticed that the lower part of the ring was crisscrossed, like scratches made by swords and guns.
It wasn't there just now, but now each one is deeper than the other.
The spring breeze is like a knife, and the spring rain is like a falling tree.
No wonder Tieyi Shenhou is in so much pain.
The wind blows one after another, and the rain comes one drop after another.
It's like scraping the flesh off your body bit by bit with a knife.
The hammer hits the bones on the body bit by bit.
"Ahhh!"
The iron-clad god seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and shouted loudly.
Then golden light faintly filtered through the clothes of the iron-clad god.
After King Xiaoyao saw this, he waved the folding fan in his hand again.
The wind force three times stronger than before directly surrounded and suppressed the iron-clad god.
The spring rain is as precious as oil and turns into the continuous patter of plum rain.
Big holes have been smashed out one after another in the direction where the iron-clad god is standing.
The iron-clad god actually braved the wind and rain and gradually moved forward.
King Xiaoyao was not surprised at all, but waved his hand, and the surrounding wind gradually took on shapes and colors.
A green long bow gradually formed.
After King Xiaoyao got it, he waved his hand forward, put his hand on the bow, and the air gradually condensed into an arrow.
"Oh my god, what kind of move is this? It looks so powerful, and it's so convenient." He Xiaopang looked a little envious.
This light and agile fighting style is what he pursues, but he does not pursue success.
But I didn't expect to see such a light and elegant attack method here.
Mu Fan also liked this method of attack very much.
Because this attack method is so pervasive and extremely fast.
It would be better if the combat effectiveness was stronger.
Mu Fan stared at Xiaoyao King without blinking.
Goodbye King Xiaoyao After the long arrow condensed, without any hesitation, the long arrow left the string with a shake of his hand.
With the sound of breaking wind and the sound of sonic boom, the long arrow hit the left shoulder of the Iron-clothed Divine Marquis fiercely.
The iron-clad god obviously took half a step back, but gritted his teeth, the golden light on his body became brighter and brighter, and pushed forward again.
Seeing this situation, King Xiaoyao no longer hesitated, and shot out long arrows like a barrage of cannons.
The iron-clad god stayed in that position, and every time he took a step forward, he was knocked back one step.
Each time it left a scar on his body.
But the golden light seemed to be getting brighter and brighter.
"Now I can win, now I can definitely get revenge." He Xiaopang said to Mu Fan in a poop, but Mu Fan shook his head.
"Not necessarily, at most it's a repulsive move, and I feel like he has other agendas."
Mu Fan's eyes were extremely vicious.
The iron-clad god didn't use all his strength in every step he took.
If he really wanted to fight to the death with King Xiaoyao, he would not be able to advance so slowly. He must have left some remaining strength.
But if you continue to waste it like this, you will be exhausted sooner or later.
That must be something you are waiting for.
Waiting for a chance?
Mu Fan's eyes were a little solemn, and he felt a little uneasy.
The magnanimous king of Xiaoyao may not be able to win against the villain, the iron-robed god.
I saw King Xiaoyao pulling the string full again, his long arrow whistling, and the arrow shot directly through the left shoulder of the Iron-clad Divine Waiter.
"Haha, have fun, have fun."
The iron-clad god simply threw off his clothes, revealing his upper body covered in scars.
Looking at the iron-clad god Hou Mufan, who looked like a block of iron, he couldn't help but sigh, this man is indeed a master of iron cloth.
The whole muscle is like a piece of iron sheet.
The only thing that went against the grain was the arrow stuck in his shoulder.
"Don't you want to see what's behind you?"
The Iron-clad Goddess Ning smiled and said to King Xiaoyao.
"With this little measurement, you still want to lie to me?" King Xiaoyao sneered, this trick is too low-level.
Mu Fan's eyes moved, and he saw a black shadow flashing across his face, and he quickly reminded King Xiaoyao loudly.
"Watch your back!!"
After hearing Mu Fan's reminder, King Xiaoyao immediately turned around without hesitation at all. He drew his bow and shot an arrow. The whole action was like running water for less than two seconds, but it was still too late.
I saw a middle-aged woman patting Xiaoyao Wang with her dark palm.
Although this palm was light, King Xiaoyao's entire face instantly became as white as a piece of paper.
Then King Xiaoyao pointed at the middle-aged woman with one hand, blood oozing from her mouth.
"Despicable! You are such a poisonous empress."
Mu Fan instantly recognized the middle-aged woman from below. She was none other than Empress Wandu.
Just as King Xiaoyao was about to say something more, the man suddenly kicked him over.
After the Iron-clad Divine Marquis kicked over King Xiaoyao, he directly grabbed the still-charming Wan Du Empress, put her hands around her waist and kept squeezing her.
It made the Wan Du Empress giggle.
Hearing this laughter, Mu Fan suddenly remembered that the woman's voice he heard that day was the Wan Du Empress.
It seems that the two people have been hooking up for a long time.
No wonder the Wandu Empress was so close to Litai today. She had probably been planning to attack Xiaoyao King for a long time.
The iron-clad god looked around with a cold expression:
"Now I am the leader of the martial arts alliance. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"
There were also some brave men among the crowd. When they heard this, they immediately exploded:
"Bah, how can a despicable person like you become the leader of the martial arts league? Get off now."
Seeing such a despicable iron-clad god talking nonsense there made me feel a mouthful of phlegm.
Of course there were supporters of King Xiaoyao and even Xuanyuan Ming among the crowd.
How could these two supporters turn around and support the despicable and shameless Iron-clad God?
Immediately afterwards, many people spit on the ring.
At this time, Empress Wandu avoided a lot of phlegm with a strange figure.
Some of the ones who aimed relatively accurately vomited directly onto the clothes of the iron-clad god.
The iron-clad god, who had been baptized by thick phlegm, looked ferocious.
"It seems that you are drinking as a penalty instead of drinking the toast." After looking at those people fiercely, he waved his hand.
With a wave of his hand, he saw restraint chains descending from the sky.
The purple-black chains engraved with many indescribable inscriptions sealed the entire arena space like a nightmare wrapping everything around them.
The crowd began to get confused.
Mu Fan felt something in his heart. He raised his head and saw that the sky of the space where the chains were coming out was gradually being torn apart.
Once the distortion is huge, space turbulence appears that makes people sick at first glance.
In this huge space turbulence, a huge insect covered with fat and even dripping with unknown liquid rolled out and crawled out.
"Space Worm!"
Mu Fan stared at the insect and knew in his heart that this battle was probably unavoidable!