Mu Jieyuan's speed gradually increased, and soon he was fighting with Xingyan.

The fighting is getting more and more intense.

Listening to the rumbling sound, Shan Chun realized that he had thought too simplistically.

Even with the light provided by the moonlight and the two will-o'-the-wisps, he could only see in a daze, unable to accurately judge the situation on the field.

This cheap master must win!

Shan Chun hung on the inside of the dragon colt, peeking at the situation on the field from time to time.

The hairy fleshy whiskers lifted Shan Chun up so that he could have his hands free.

Two short-handled scimitars are pinned to his waist, and Shan Chun is ready to draw them out at any time.

The confrontation between the powerful Dan Chun men opened Shan Chun's horizons.

Both sides flashed afterimages.

It seems that Mu Jieyuan has the upper hand, and his clothes are quite neat.

On the other hand, Xingmeng's body was in tatters and covered with bloodstains.

After a while, Mu Jieyuan pressed forward step by step, and finally slapped Xingyan to the ground with one palm.

Xingmeng's body arched back, butt slid on the ground, and his eyes were still firing beam attacks.

Xingmeng's reaction was obviously unable to keep up. Mu Jieyuan easily completed the dodge and approached again.

The distance between the two sides continues to shorten.

He wants to take the opportunity to kill Xingyan.

Shan Chun looked at the fishy nightmare sliding in his direction, and secretly complained in his heart.

Don't come to me...

Even so, Shan Chun didn't dare to move.

A monk at the level of pill formation would break him into pieces with a casual blow.

Shan Chun touched two short-handled scimitars, feeling a little more courageous and ready at any time.

Xingyan stopped about ten steps away from Shan Chun, and Mu Jieyuan also approached him with the sound of wind.

Ha!

Mu Jieyuan roared, and slapped Xingxiang's head with his right palm.

Xingmeng fell to the ground and only had time to shoot out beam attacks, but Mu Jieyuan dodged them one by one.

Go to hell!

Mu Jieyuan's eyes were filled with rage, and the death of six of his confidants made him extremely murderous.

Shan Chun hung on the inside of the dragon colt, with only a pair of eyes staring at him, watching Mu Jieyuan's slap fall on Xingxiang's bald head.

Click!

This palm slap is solid.

Shan Chun's face showed joy, it was finally solved!

Although Xingmeng's head did not explode as expected, it also split open.

Mu Jieyuan has withdrawn his palm, and Xingmeng's bald head is split in two.

Shan Chun was close and could see clearly. He swallowed subconsciously, unable to believe the scene in front of him.

Inside, there is a head inside...

At the same time, Mu Jieyuan's spirit was instantly shocked. In front of him was a face with only nine eyeballs.

Nine eyeballs emit a faint blue light, evenly distributed on this face, no, evenly distributed on this human skin covering the head.

"Your head belongs to me..."

Xingmai used a spiritual attack magical power.

Too bad!

Listening to the muffled sound, Mu Jieyuan realized that he could no longer control his body. Only then did he see that there was a mouth hidden under Xingmeng's neck, making a sound.

Mu Jieyuan only felt that he was getting more and more tired, and tried hard to control his body, but there was no way.

Go to sleep...go to sleep...

Although Xingmeng couldn't move at this time, the sound coming from his mouth below his neck made Mu Jieyuan feel dizzy.

No!

Mu Jieyuan worked hard to fight against it.

He knew that once he lost consciousness, he would be completely finished.

The two powerful men are engaged in a final confrontation.

Shan Chun hung on the inside of the dragon colt and peeked out secretly. He was also frightened by the sudden change in the situation on the field.

Those who are less timid will be frightened by the scene in front of them.

At this time, Mu Jieyuan fell on his side on the ground, his face reflected a faint blue light, he had rolled his eyes and was about to close them.

Xingmeng, who was looking at Mu Jieyuan, also fell to the ground. Although his head was split into two halves, the lower part was still attached to his neck.

The red liquid was flowing, dripping down the neck and the two halves of the head.

The head inside is bare, pink, and smaller in size.

The big head wraps up the small head.

Is this Damn still a person?

Both of them were lying on their sides, with Xingmeng's back facing Shan Chun.

There is still a chance.

Shan Chun's teeth were chattering, but luckily he bit it to death without making any sound.

You have to risk your life.

Shan Chun's face was shocked, and he gently pulled out two scimitars and slid them to the ground.

He leaned over, tightened his waist, and exerted force on his feet.

Shan Chun's eyes fell on Xingmeng's butt, and the two scimitars came together.

A strong elixir-forming person with a strong physical body, Shan Chun could not break through the defense even with a scimitar.

But as long as we are human, we always have weaknesses.

Shan Chun needs to be blocked.

He ejected.

Whoosh!

Poof...hiss...

Shan Chun was seen landing behind Xingmeng like a big bird. He put his hands together, put two scimitars together, pointed at Xingmeng's back door, and stabbed it in.

The bet was won.

There has been no renovation here.

The two machetes penetrated deeply into this passage smoothly until they were completely submerged.

Shan Chun then grabbed the handles of the two knives and spun them around.

"Mother...hiss...hiss..."

"Mom..."

Shan Chun's hands were not idle when he suddenly heard the sound of leaking wind and became even more frightened.

The knife handle turned into a whirlwind.

Next, Shan Chun saw an extremely terrifying scene.

The flesh-pink head of the fishy nightmare that was originally facing Mu Jieyuan turned around at this moment.

It was a face with nine blue eyes and no other organs.

Under the neck, a mouth is still opening and closing to make sounds.

This small head is still dragging the two halves of the big head, swaying...

"Oh my God..."

Shan Chun's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help shouting, and the handles of his two knives turned so much that sparks appeared.

Bang!

Shan Chun’s two scimitars have full output.
To be continued...