Everyone took action, and then they saw wave-like roars coming around them. Then countless dragon beasts that had long been ambushing around them were stepping heavily on the ground, like thousands of troops pressing against the formation.

Only then did Mu Lin realize that he had fallen into the trap of the other party. The other party deliberately angered them. He had already set up a trap and waited for them to arrive. It was too late to stop them. Everyone had already rushed up, so they kicked the ground hard, wishing they could rush up immediately.

"You immortal, you dare to design a ghost, old man, kill him for me."

Standing beside Mu Lin, wearing a black cloak, the strongest of this group of people slowly walked out without saying anything, took out a golden stick and flew out.

Uncle Feng was still calm, and the whip shadow suddenly flashed in his hand. As the wind blew up, he formed a whip net in front of him, and threw it in his head. The sharpness was not weak at all. The ghost used a sudden move.

Finally, the shadow of the stick and the whip were intertwined, and the impact of the scattering scattered made both of them jump up, hanging in the air, and their clothes fluttered in the wind.

Both of them did not succeed in the attack just now, and they had a tacit understanding. The second attack followed one after another, and they looked like a spirit snake in the air. The shadow of the whip was superimposed and could not see the real and the real, and the shadow of the stick could not tell the true and the false.

Soon the two of them got entangled together again. Uncle Feng suddenly waved a whip. The old man of ghost quickly turned over and jumped backwards. The whip wiped the old man of ghost's chest, but when the tail of the whip danced back, a thin wound was still left on his cheek, bringing up a string of shattered blood beads.

The old ghost stood on Uncle Feng's whip, wiped off the blood beads on his cheek, raised his eyebrows and said, "I am really worthy of being known as the guardian of the dragon beast. As expected, I still have two brushes. If it weren't for my young master's request, I really didn't want to fight you. I still know your strength."

"From the moment you come here, you are destined to be my enemy. Even if you don't do it, I will settle the score with you."

Uncle Feng's eyebrows stood up and he recycled the long whip. Without waiting for the Gui Lao to stand firm, he pointed to the sword and drew a cyclone in front of him, and flew to attack Gui Lao.

"Thousand Illusion Finger!"

The ghost old man was in the air and saw that the cyclone was imminent. The heated air flow broke through the air and stirred up the ghost old man's hair and clothes.

I have heard of Uncle Feng’s unique skill. Although I have never really seen it, I know the power of this move. However, even if I have heard of it, I was still worried when I faced this move.

After all, the power and suddenness of this move are not as weak as a semi-divine weapon. Although it is only emitted by two fingers, it is still shocking wherever it passes. The sound of the wind is rushing, and a cyclone that is not as weak as a tornado is almost attacking madly.

Seeing that the cyclone had already cracked the air, the old man Gui closed his hands in front of his chest and his eyes were closed. At this moment, a strange change occurred around the old man Gui, as if a trace of ice-blue air flow was coming out of his body. Then his eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils tightened to ice-blue.

"Binghuang, you finally used your bloodline power. It seems that you are still on guard against my move!"

"I'm talking nonsense. Since I dare to come, I don't plan to dodge. No matter how strong you are, I'm not afraid at all. Let me try the power of your Thousand Illusion Finger."

The cyclone condensed from Qianhuan's finger hit the front of the ghost old man who was already covered with frost, making a sound of ice cracking. First, there was a slight and slow "cracking" sound. Under the bombardment of the cyclone, the sound instantly became as rapid as a sudden rain.

The veteran ghost's hand shook lightly, and an extremely soft force cleverly guided the cyclone and moved it away. This transfer actually came towards Mu Lin. Such a majestic cyclone, but he did not have such good ability. He watched the cyclone hit, and he did not even have the instinct to escape.

He still cursed in his heart, closed his eyes and prepared to die.

The old ghost jumped up, took out a long stick in an instant, slapped the stick head suddenly, forcibly transferring the fire block that hit Mu Lin to another place, but the cyclone that was rotating like a knife did not hit him, and Mu Lin's clothes had been cut.

"Old Ghost, what are you doing?"

Mu Lin looked at the apologetic old man in anger. Other things can be forgiven, but this matter is absolutely not good, after all, it is related to life safety.

"Young Master, I didn't mean it. You should stand back. This person is not easy to deal with. You are here, and I still have to take care of your safety and cannot concentrate on dealing with him."

I was originally thinking about continuing to blame, but suddenly I remembered that they were still fighting and their distance was too close, so I was naturally easily affected. The anger in my heart was instantly extinguished, and I quickly took a panic step and retreated three miles away.

He also reminded: "The matter of defeating him is over. I will not pursue it. If I can't beat him, I will settle the score with you when I go back."

The old man nodded and turned around, his eyes filled with vicious anger. Although the Qianhuan Finger that just now was barely taken by him with his skills, he was still a little injured. Unexpectedly, the power of this move was so perverted.

With a slap in his right hand, the golden stick shone brightly and flew into the air in a spiral. In an instant, waves of phantoms appeared. Before he could take action, he felt dozens of powerful auras around him falling on him.

He had to stop exercising his skills and was forced to look around him. He found that at some point, all the people they brought were defeated. He was equivalent to being surrounded by the strong men of the Moqi clan, and Mu Lin, who had retreated to the place soon, had been forced back.

Obviously, they lost this first confrontation, and they were quite completely defeated. I thought I could fight Uncle Feng again, but now it seems that I must leave as soon as possible.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that with such a powerful master, he slowly approaches Mu Lin.

"How is it, are you still fighting?" Uncle Feng naturally saw the ghost old man's small movements and did not continue to put pressure on him. He still knew the truth that everything would turn against him.

Since the other party was so unfriendly just now, he didn't need to treat him well, and he carefully arranged the situation just to wait for them to come, to strike them back, and tell them that they would not be able to get involved in this place.

Now it seems that the results are good.

"I'll admit defeat today. Don't let me meet you outside in the future." I've been guarding against the other party's move. There was no way. Who asked the young master to let him take the initiative? This made him not notice. "Let's go."

The ghost old man took Mu Lin's hand and prepared to leave.

"Did I let you go? Take it down."

Mu Lin was controlled at the first time. When Old Gui saw this situation, he naturally wanted to take action. He never thought that Uncle Feng's Qianhuan finger hit him again.

It was fine if I blocked it once, but it was a bit difficult to block it the second time, so he suffered quite serious injuries.

The fight came to an end only by being taken down by everyone, but Uncle Feng did not relax his vigilance. He knew that this was just the beginning and that the real darkness was coming.
Chapter completed!