Chapter 223： Fighting spirit (2/2)
puff……
That seal blasted directly on Jun Wuxie's chest, and the sound of broken bones creaked, and Jun Wuxie spouted blood.
He couldn't even dream that Mu Yun could find him.
”Ok?”
However, after that print was printed, Jun Wuxie's face changed.
The mark on the chest, with the power of thunder and lightning, penetrated into his body bit by bit, and was still corroding his body.
”Damn it!”
Glancing at Mu Yun fiercely, Jun Wuxie hummed: ”Meng Yifan, play here by yourself, I won't accompany you.”
Jun Wuxie let out a loud cry, his figure flashed, and he left like this.
gone?
Meng Yifan was stunned.
what happened? Jun Wuxie was injured by Mu Yun? How can this be!
Seeing Jun Wuxie withdraw, Meng Yifan immediately shouted: ”Lu Kui, Xue Wushuang, you two have captured him!”
”Yes!”
”Who would dare to capture my grandson! I broke his limbs!”
However, just after Meng Yifan's words fell, a voice resembling thunder echoed throughout Nanyun City.
”It's him!”
”He's not dead!”
”grandfather!”
With this shout, a figure with gray hair stood in front of Mu Yun.
”Grandpa, where have you been?” Looking at Mu Dingtian, Mu Yun said with joy.
He thought there would be something unexpected about Mu Dingtian, and now he saw that Mu Dingtian was intact, and he was relieved.
On the other side, the man in black also arched his hand towards Mu Dingtian, silently.
”Hey, are the guys in Tianyun Continent amazing? You still want to catch my grandson, you guys are great!” Looking at the crowd, Mu Dingtian shouted.
”Now, let me see who dares to die!”
”Keep talking!”
Xue Wushuang's face was cold, and he stepped out directly.
He was in the tenth realm of power, although the precious blood soul orb was broken, but his own strength was still there.
Take one step and pat it open with one palm.
The thick **** palm prints, like ghost claws that kill their lives, grabbed directly towards Mu Dingtian.
”Go away!”
With a roar, Mu Dingtian stood on the spot with his hands behind him, and he didn't even move. But the blood palm, one inch in front of his body, exploded.
It was as if there was this invisible protective film around Mu Dingtian.
”War spirit!”
Seeing Mu Dingtian's actions, Mu Yun was stunned, then laughed.
The so-called fighting spirit, in some respects, is similar to sword intent and sword intent, but sword intent is aimed at swordsmen, and sword intent is aimed at swordsmen.
The fighting spirit is the precipitation and fusion of the martial artist after thousands of hard work, which can only be figured out.
Mu Dingtian’s ability to comprehend the fighting spirit surprised Mu Yun, but think about Mu Dingtian at the bottom of the Leiyin Valley. His body has indeed reached a terrifying situation.
”War spirit!”
Seeing this scene, Meng Yifan's face changed.
Unexpectedly, this little Nanyun Empire would be in such a big trouble. A trivial and tri-level Mu Yun could make him feel devastated.
Now there is an extra grandpa.
And this grandpa seems to be amazing!
”Haha... grandson rest assured, grandpa is here, no one can hurt you!” Mu Dingtian laughed and looked at everyone: ”Whoever of you wants to come up, come on!”
Seeing that Xue Wushuang, who was the tenth layer of Tongshen, was repelled by Mu Dingtian's move, he was embarrassed, who would dare to head-on with this person.
Except Meng Yifan, who can resist this person?
”Wonder, it's you!” Mu Dingtian pointed his finger at Meng Yifan, and shouted: ”Just now you called the happiest one. Let's start with you today.”
When the words fell, Mu Dingtian stepped out, fisted his lower abdomen, and then suddenly, there was a bang, and Mu Dingtian punched out.
boom……
This fist rushed out, forming an arch-shaped air current barrier, and directly scraped toward Meng Yifan.
”Humph!”
Meng Yifan's eyes trembled, and he suddenly took out the golden brush in his hand.
The brush is all over the body, the momentum is waves, and the sharp pen point gives a domineering aura that can cut the world.
”Emperor Pen!”
Meng Guangling's expression was joyful, and when he saw his father take out the Dihuang Pen, his morale was immediately boosted.
Both the Earth Emperor Pen and the Human Emperor Jing are the best earth tools, but his realm is not enough to be able to exert the power of the best earth tools, otherwise Mu Yun would have died long ago.
At this moment, seeing his father take out the Di Huang pen, he couldn't wait for his father to kill Mu Yun in one stroke.
”Go away!”
As soon as the Emperor of the Earth's pen came out, Meng Yifan's face exploded with fierce momentum, and the sharp strokes of the pen and even the cutting air shook.
”Emperor Pen...”
Mu Yun whispered slightly, the moment the local emperor pen appeared, Zhu Xiantu trembled again, seeming to be extremely eager.
”Honestly, you have swallowed the Human Emperor's Scriptures. Are you still not satisfied?” Mu Yun scolded: ”The emperor's pen is so sharp. Grandpa may not be able to carry it. You still want to eat!”
Hearing Mu Yun's words, Zhu Xiantu gradually stabilized.
It's just that every stroke of Renhuang's pen is drawn, but it is full of abnormal desire.
Meng Yifan stroked each stroke, and every time he stroked a stroke, the surging murderous aura continued to envelope Mu Dingtian.