Super Brain Valkyrie

"Obsidian Warrior! Fight to the death!" Jing Muchen roared.

The eight obsidian warriors who were still capable of combat showed a look of resignation on their faces. In groups of two, they successively launched desperate moves, all of which were fierce attacks, without any regard for defense.

"Tch", Mo Yun's right ankle was slashed with a knife, and the blade penetrated into his muscles and bones, causing him to bleed wildly, making it difficult to move his right foot.

Immediately afterwards, another sharp spear tip pierced under his left rib, broke two of his ribs, and grazed his internal organs.

"Bang", a sledgehammer hit Mo Yun's shoulder so hard that his shoulder bones were sunken, and he staggered back a few steps.

The life-sacrificing attack of the eight obsidian warriors finally hurt Mo Yun, causing him to lose three or four points of his strength.But these eight people died under Mo Yun's powerful attack in an instant.When they shot, they didn't have the idea of ​​defense. Under the attack of the master and strong, everyone had no way to survive.

Fang Ping couldn't bear to see one obsidian warrior after another dying tragically under Mo Yu's hands.Although this was probably the only tactic that could possibly defeat Mo Yun, Fang Ping couldn't bear to let his subordinates, Tiangang Guard and Blast Wind Guard, follow him, do this kind of suicide attack too.

These Tiangang Guards and Blast Wind Guards were all seconded from Heyuan Yaozhuang and the Meng Family, not his direct lineage.Even if it was damaged, it didn't have much effect on him.However, it was precisely because they came to help out of righteousness that Fang Ping was unwilling to let them give up their lives and make suicide attacks.

"Brothers, fight!" A not-so-tall Tiangang Guard roared like a tiger. The sharp sword in his hand whistled suddenly, and immediately struck Mo Yu's left shoulder like lightning.

This move he imitated the attack of the Obsidian warrior, but he wanted to leave a wound on Mo Yun's shoulder, and he didn't have the slightest thought of cherishing his own life.

Mo Yun let out a gloomy sneer, "If you want to die, the old man will fulfill you." He moved his foot and stretched out his five fingers, like an iron dustpan, pierced deeply into the heart of this Tiangang warrior, and shattered his heart.

The Tiangang warrior, before his heart was pierced, his arm suddenly stretched a few inches, the joints on his arm suddenly stretched several inches, and the edge of his sword soared in an instant. Eye.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

More Tiangang Guards and Blast Wind Guards let out low-pitched roars, and rushed forward like crazy tigers, trying to inflict fatal damage on Mo Yun at the cost of their lives.

The strong blood energy began to float in the air.The air that was originally somewhat gloomy and cold has now become extremely hot.

Although Mo Yun's body has a strong recovery ability, after repeated heavy injuries, his strength has inevitably declined.Especially for some injuries, such as the stabbed left eye, it is very likely that he will be with him for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to recover.

As a grandmaster, Mo Yun regards all opponents below the realm of a grandmaster as ants.However, these desperate ants today caused real harm to him.

"You all die for the old man!" Mo Yun opened his mouth, and suddenly began to breathe violently, as if someone who was about to suffocate desperately wanted to inhale some air.As his breathing quickened, his chest bulged and shrank like a toad.At the same time, the internal breath energy in his body began to skyrocket.

"This is a mysterious martial art, Lianzhu Breath Shooting Jue! Everyone retreat!" Jing Muchen ordered loudly.

Lianzhu Breath Shooting Jue is a martial skill that moves the lungs at an extraordinary frequency, making the breathing rate several times that of ordinary people, thereby stimulating the rapid circulation of the inner breath, and making the strength double and skyrocket.

This kind of martial skill is powerful, but it will also put great pressure on the internal organs and suffer a lot of wear and tear.Especially when the five internal organs have not been fully trained, the performance of any mysterious martial arts will be restricted by the high-intensity load that other internal organs cannot bear.

Jing Muchen could see that Mo Yun hadn't practiced all the internal organs, so when he saw that he had activated the Lianzhu Breath Shooting Art, he ordered everyone to retreat immediately to avoid his sharp edge.

As long as everyone can avoid his sharp edge, soon, his heart will have to stop working because it can't bear such a high-intensity load.Moreover, after his internal organs suffered this wear and tear, they could not recover within a short period of time, and he could use Lianzhu Breath Shooting Art again.

"Hmph, if you had fled in all directions at the beginning, you might still have a chance to survive. Now that you are under the old man's Lianzhu Breath Shooting Art, can you still have a way to survive?" Mo Yun's eyes were full of killing intent, and his body The shape changed one after another, and the warrior guards around him fell down like mowing grass.

In just a few breaths, Fang Ping was left with himself, Jing Muchen, Ah Tu and the two killers.The only surviving Obsidian warrior, with a pale face and blood from his mouth and nose, was still holding on to protect Atu.A gust of wind blew by, and the warrior fell limply.

Seeing the last Obsidian warrior who was desperately protecting him fall down, Atu's little face was full of ferocity, and he rushed towards Mo Yun recklessly.

Mo Yun looked at A Tu who was flying towards him with contemptuous eyes, and there was a cold and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Atu, don't!" Jing Muchen jumped out, stopped in front of Atu, and struck Mo Yun with his palm.

The violent wind driven by his palm rolled up a large number of dead leaves on the ground, which looked very powerful.

Then such a palm, in Mo Yun's view, is not threatening and full of flaws.With a movement of Mo Yun's soles, his body leaped out, and he swung his palm out. The back strike came first, piercing through Jing Muchen's defense, and hitting him firmly on the chest.After beating Jing Muchen, Mo Yun's figure flickered again, and he immediately enveloped the two surviving ghost killers.

A mouthful of blood spewed out of Jing Muchen's mouth, and his body flew out like a battered catkin, bumping into Ah Tu, and the two of them fell upside down together.

After Jing Muchen fell to the ground, he stopped moving and made no sound.Ah Tu's body was hit violently, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.She hugged Jing Muchen in her arms, stretched out her hand to check his breath, the expression on her face was extremely sad.Jing Muchen's breathing is faint, and he doesn't know whether it is dead or alive.

The two ghost killers, under Mo Yun's Lianzhu Breath Shooting Art, could not survive three moves, and they were all killed.Under Mo Yun's powerful attack like a god, many guards and warriors were slaughtered like ants.

"It turns out that this is the true strength of a master-level powerhouse! No wonder a master-level powerhouse can sit on one side and maintain a huge force. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I will never have the chance to become a master." Fang Ping looked Looking at the bloody and tragic scene in front of him, many thoughts surged in his heart.

Only at this moment did he truly see what a real strong man is, and what is real force.In the face of such a powerful force, everything is nothing.

Ah Tu kept wiping away the blood gushing out of Jing Muchen's mouth, but the blood in Jing Muchen's mouth was endless like a spring, and she couldn't wipe it clean.

After wiping for a while, Ah Tu's expression turned pale, she raised her teary eyes, and yelled at Mo Yun, "You killed Brother Muchen, I will fight with you!" The stern expression on her small face was like Like a ghost, it looks very vicious and hideous.After saying this, she flew towards Mo Yun again with a desperate attitude.

Mo Yu's eyes showed a bit of obscenity, he smiled, and said, "The little girl is quite beautiful, and her temper is also extremely strong. Wait until I capture you, go back and have a good time, and then kill you soon .”

Fang Ping restrained his mind, urged his inner breath with all his strength, moved the sole of his foot, rushed in front of Atu, and pointed out two fingers quickly, like a sword or a halberd, towards Mo Yu's heart.

Although this finger was sharp and swift, Fang Ping didn't have any confidence in himself.Mo Yun's powerful combat power just exploded has completely dispelled his confidence.But Fang Ping couldn't just watch Ah Tu being captured. Although he knew that all struggles would be futile, Fang Ping still wanted to attack desperately and fight to the end.

Mo Yu snorted coldly, "Hmph, it's just a fight between trapped beasts. Don't you want to catch them without a fight, so as not to suffer less?"

"I will never give in to become a slave pharmacist, kill me if you have the ability." Fang Ping roared.

Mo Yun remained motionless, and when Fang Ping's two fingers were only an inch away from his heart, he stretched out his finger and knocked Fang Ping's sharp finger away, crushing his inner breath condensed on the fingertips, shaking His fingers were in excruciating pain.

At this time, Atu had already flew over, but before she could make a move, Mo Yun had already taken a step, and struck her heart with a palm, directly sealing off several acupoints in her body where the internal energy circulated, making her feel De Atu couldn't exert any more strength, and his body fell limp to the ground, unable to move.

After restraining Ah Tu, Mo Yun turned to look at Fang Ping, and said, "Little guy, you should give up resistance and obediently disperse your internal energy. Otherwise, when I defeat your internal energy, one miss and one move will kill you!" You can't tell either."

Fang Ping calmed down the strongly disturbed inner breath, while turning various thoughts in his mind, "This old ghost wants to take me captive as a slave pharmacist, so he hasn't killed me for a long time. He also taboos my hidden weapon , so I can't directly seal my acupoints like he did with Ah Tu. Once my inner breath is exhausted, I will completely fall into his hands. My cultivation base will also be abolished by him, and I can only be mermaid from now on. The current strategy is to fight to the death and strike hard, if you fail, you will be benevolent. Even if you die, you must not fall into his hands."

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Ping regrouped the remaining inner breath in his body, and prepared to perform the last move in the Cold Spring Art, Qianshan Muxue.This trick, Qianshan Muxue, had never been used when he was practicing.His current state is the Small Perfection of Body Tempering Realm.However, Qianshan Muxue's move was too fierce and domineering. Only those who had cultivated to the Great Perfection of Body Tempering Realm, and whose bones had been tempered to perfection from the inside to the outside, could withstand the impact of this move on the body.If the realm of cultivation is not enough, if you use it forcefully, even if you hurt the enemy, you will be seriously injured, and you will even be backlashed by the force, and your bones will shatter and you will die.

In normal times, Fang Ping would not risk being backlashed to death by forcing this move.But in the current situation, it is the best choice to use such a move as the last fight.

The internal breath in Fang Ping's body was running crazily, and every joint of the bones in his body made crackling and continuous explosions.A biting chill seeped out from his body.

There was a trace of surprise in Mo Yun's indifferent and deep eyes.Relying on the operation of internal energy, to create chill or heat in the moves, this is something that only a person in the realm of a master can do.Only by practicing kung fu to the internal organs can the ordinary energy of internal breath be transformed into cold or hot energy shocks.

Fang Ping's realm obviously has not reached the level of a master.But in his moves, he played the artistic conception of a master-level powerhouse.This shows that the martial skill he used is very powerful.

Mo Yun saw the determination in Fang Ping's eyes, and the danger of the cold energy brewing in his palm.He slowly stretched out his palm, and a fiery energy began to condense in his palm.

"Little guy, I advise you not to use this trick. Your current cultivation level is not enough to control this kind of energy. I can't guarantee whether you will survive after you use this trick." Mo Meteor threatened with a gloomy voice.

Fang Ping's talent in refining medicine can be described as astonishing.Once he can be captured as a slave pharmacist, it will be a huge fortune, enough to change Mo Yun's desperate fate of being chased and beaten by Hei Yao.However, Fang Ping's last move contained extremely dangerous attack power.Even Mo Yun didn't dare to underestimate him, so he could only deal with it with all his strength.This move will not only determine victory or defeat, but life and death.