When Mu Chengfeng heard his voice and turned his head to look around, he happened to see a soldier of Dayu raising a meniscus knife and slashing towards Mu Xian's head.
This knife was very fierce and extremely fast. With Mu Xian's ability, there was no way to avoid it.
"Mu Xian squatted down!"
Mu Chengfeng immediately yelled, and the sword in his hand also exerted ten percent internal force, and then flew over there.
Mu Xian squatted down quickly when he heard what he said, but his speed was still not as fast as that of the soldier of Dayu.
As he squatted down, the soldier's machete was already swung toward his neck.
Seeing that Mu Xian was about to be cut off his head under the scimitar, Mu Chengfeng was heartbroken, and there was a kind of hopeless despair.
Between the electric light and flint, there was a flash of silver light like lightning, and it hit the machete of the soldier of Dayu with a soft clang.
The scimitar had touched Mu Xian's neck with only a few minutes, but at such a minute, the silver light hit the scimitar just in time, and the scimitar broke into two pieces in an instant.
Mu Xian was in a cold sweat, his legs were soft, as if he had turned around from a moment of life and death, his front foot had already stepped into the underworld, and then he was immediately pulled back.
He fell to the ground with a plop.
The Dayu soldier hadn't reacted yet, yet another silver light shot over, infiltrated from the side of his head, then directly penetrated, and even shot to the opposite side.
This should be the internal force in the multi-hundred humor to be able to have such power.
The soldier of Dayu opened his eyes and still hadn't figured out who killed him. His tall body had slowly fallen down.
When Mu Chengfeng flew over, he stopped another Dayu soldier, kicked him away, and then picked up his own sword.
He looked towards the back of the tower, and saw a few riders galloping, there was still a long way from the tower.
The silver light that rescued Mu Xian before obviously came from that direction, but the opponent is still so far away, and the tower is high, how did they see the situation clearly
How did they save people at such a distance
How deep an internal force can this be done!
Mu Chengfeng was shocked.
But the other party is helping them, should it be your own
Although he was surprised in his heart, the movement in his hand did not stop, and after pulling Mu Xian up, he swung his sword towards the person who was on the side.
The fighting on the tower continues.
There was a sudden rushing wind in the ear, and one person had already approached Mu Chengfeng.
Mu Chengfeng's heart trembled. He had not seen the person who came, but he had already felt a powerful threat.
The man stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards his throat.
Mu Chengfeng immediately pushed Mu Xian away and turned to face the enemy with his sword.
But he felt the gap between himself and the opponent quite a bit!
The strength of the incoming person is extremely strong, and before the person arrives, the strength has been pressed so that he almost can't breathe.
Mu Chengfeng also saw the appearance of the visitor clearly at this time.
King Yi!
He is coming up too!
Mu Chengfeng has no chance of winning against King Shang Yi.
His Mu Family's swordsmanship has not yet been practiced to the level of proficiency, and his internal strength is still lacking.
King Yi is his strong opponent. He had thought of this since the day he was sent to Guyuguan. He has been training himself with King Yi as an opponent for so long, so he and Yi Wang's gap he knew very well himself.
It may not be necessary to give him another three years.
But he did not expect that the world would not leave him three years time.
King Yi had already come to him in a time he hadn't imagined, and had already approached him.
"General Mu, go with this king. This king has something to ask the general."
Before such a pass, Wang Yi looked much more relaxed than him, and he was able to say such a word to him in such a calm manner.
Mu Chengfeng couldn't.
Under the pressure of King Yi, he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth. His whole body was forced to a point, and he was about to fight King Yi.
"You are not the opponent of this king yet."
As Wang Yi said, his five fingers were about to pinch his throat.
But at this moment, a figure flew like a goshawk, and a huge internal force patted here, like a huge wave, although invisible, it made people feel shocked, and the chest was tight and suffocated. The blood surged.
King Yi was forced to give up Mu Chengfeng first, and flew back.
That huge internal force has not disappeared, and the soldiers of Dayu on the side also retreated several steps together.
The situation changed sharply in an instant.
The soldiers on Dajin's side were greatly relieved, they were really a little unable to hold it, and they were only supporting it with a strong will.
If they were not the Mu's army or Mu Chengfeng's soldiers, they would have given up resistance already at this time.
"Who is here?"
King Yi had already seen the group of horses that had galloped downstairs, and he gave a deep sigh, and the voice was sent out with great pressure. Soldiers who were a little closer to him felt their ears hurt. The expression is also a bit painful.
"You don't deserve to know."
Soon, the voice of the man headed by the tower came slowly and low, and an internal force was also countered.
The soldiers on the side of Dajin only felt the pressure relieved, but on the contrary, the faces of King Dayuyi's men showed pain on their faces.
This voice carried aloft majesty, arrogantly looking at everything.
As soon as the voice fell, those people had already jumped up, as if they were flying up in a gas wave, and landed on the tower.
The headed man wore a black mask on his face, and he couldn't see what it looked like under the mask at all, but his figure was tall and straight, with a deep purple brocade robe with a subtle nobility and majesty, standing there motionless like a mountain, There is already an inexplicable momentum that makes people want to surrender.
The few people he brought also wore black masks and held long swords. They looked like they were not weak in martial arts.
Mu Chengfeng also looked at these people, and he had never heard of such a person.
Although this person helped them, the black aura on his body made him dare not regard the other party as his own for a while, so he could only make a gesture to get everyone around him to come together and watch first. Its change.
"Your Excellency has a big tone, do you know who this king is?"
Although he didn't see the other person, Wang Yi felt an inexplicable hatred and rejection when he looked at this person.
The purple-robed man just glanced at him faintly.
It seems that at a glance, endless disdain has been revealed.
This made King Yi feel deeply insulted.
"Your Excellency is hiding your head and your tail, is that so shameless?"
"Man? Are you?"
Such a fluttering sentence from the man in the purple robe almost made Mu Chengfeng unable to hold back his laughter.
Poisonous, toxic.