Mu Yin and Yan Chen looked carefully and saw the person coming.
There were twelve people on the other side, all wearing the same white clothing. However, they had three completely different styles because of their different body shapes. To put it simply, they were tall, short, fat, and thin.
The twelve people were divided into four groups, with three people in each group having the same body shape, and they looked very evenly matched.
However, one of their most similar features is the same face, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, lips of varying thickness, a high nose bridge, and smooth and distinct facial contours.
"Come back with us." Gao Gao No. 1, who was standing closest to Feng Xinglan and the other two, said in a cold tone with indifference in his eyes.
Shorty One sneered, "Don't even think about escaping. You three foreigners will eventually die."
Fatty No. 1 took a bite of a pancake, chewed something, and echoed in a vague voice, "Die."
The rest of the people were silent, standing there like wooden stakes.
Mu Yin sneered and retorted, "If we go back with you, you will turn us into sand. Ha, you are really funny."
Gao Gao No. 1's eyes were cold, and his tone was chilling as he said, "People from outside the country who enter the mortal world must abide by the rules of the mortal world. Those who violate the rules will be killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve people immediately surrounded Feng Xinglan and the other two. Their speed was so fast that they almost flashed beside them. Each of them held a white sickle in their hands, raised it, and stabbed it towards the necks of Feng Xinglan and the other two.
clang——
At that moment, Feng Xinglan and the other two summoned their weapons and barely blocked the twelve white sickles.
The sickle had a corrosive effect, and it eroded Feng Xinglan's sword, Yan Chen's cauldron, and Mu Yin's double-edged sword, leaving cuts on them.
Feng Xinglan blocked the sword with one hand and used the other hand to strike the people in front of him with a palm.
With a 'bang', four people were instantly blown away. Feng Xinglan then rushed over and swung the sharp blade with vast sword intent at the four people lying on the ground.
Boom boom boom!
The wind from the sword blade hit the four of them directly, but they reacted quickly and used a mysterious power to control the sickles in their hands to block the oncoming sword blade.
The next moment, the four men fought back, and the sickles that were originally only arm length suddenly grew larger, almost reaching the height of an adult.
They suddenly clasped their white sickles.
A buzzing sound was heard, and the white sickle instantly exuded the pressure of the god of death, surging, dangerous, mysterious, and cold.
The four of them attacked Feng Xinglan together.
Feng Xinglan stood where he was, his clean eyes and brows showing a hint of coldness. He held a long sword in his hand, and with a 'bang', it instantly split into countless sword shadows. The sword shadows went from blurry to full-form, and their power continued to increase.
He leaped forward and faced the enemy directly.
As the sword swung, thousands of sword shadows followed, as if they could shatter the void.
"Shadow Sword Technique!"
boom--
The sword moves clashed head-on with the sickle that carried mysterious power. Countless sword shadows followed the main sword and hit the sickle, then passed through the sickle, making a harsh sound, and finally attacked the bodies of the four people.
The four people's faces changed in shock. They stepped back one after another and raised their sickles to block the sword shadows.
Feng Xinglan's eyebrows were slightly cold, and his sword was sharp. With a sweep, he knocked down the sickle of one of them.
Clang——
At this moment, Feng Xinglan sensed the danger and subconsciously dodged to the side, and a sickle attacked him from behind.
Feng Xinglan raised his sword to block, and with a "clang" sound, the long sword and the sickle clashed. The power of the two was competing. Feng Xinglan's face turned pale. The opponent's mysterious power could actually become stronger when it met a stronger opponent.
These people in the mortal world are really strange. Their strength is erratic and depends on the strength of their opponent. The stronger the opponent, the more these people in the mortal world want to suppress them.
In other words, in this mortal world, outsiders are stronger than the natives.
Gao Gao No. 2, who was competing with Feng Xinglan, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Come back with us!"
"No." Feng Xinglan said concisely.
The moment he finished speaking, Feng Xinglan suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power, raised his sword and slid it down to the handle of the sickle, scratching Gao Gao No. 2's hand with lightning speed.
Gao Gao No. 2 felt pain and let go of his hand.
Feng Xinglan took advantage of the victory and was about to kill Gao Gao No. 2 when the other people surrounded him and forced Feng Xinglan to retreat again and again.
During the fight, Feng Xinglan also suffered a lot of injuries, and the wounds caused by the sickle were extremely difficult to heal, as if they were poisoned by an unknown toxin.
During this period, Feng Xinglan's attention was occasionally focused on Mu Yin and Yan Chen. When he found that they were not going to die, he felt relieved.
As long as you're not dead.
Mu Yin and Yan Chen had the same idea in their hearts.
Yan Chen held a huge tripod and smashed it towards those people.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several sickles collided with the cauldron, and the cauldron was chopped into pieces, but the opponent's sickles were not much better, and were also half corroded.
These people looked at the sickles in their hands, which were rotten and broken, and made a "sizzling" corrosion sound. They were a little confused for a moment.
How could the sickle be corroded by the cauldron? !
Shorty Number Two stared at the broken cauldron in Yan Chen's hand and asked in confusion, "Why is your cauldron corrosive?"
Yan Chen: "Secret."
Shorty No. 2: “…” Foreigners are so cunning.
The two sides fought again, and Yan Chen was hit by the sickle dozens of times. Fortunately, the cut was not too deep, so it was not a big problem for Yan Chen.
The opponent's short No. 2 was hit on the head several times by Yan Chen holding the tripod furnace.
Each sound gets louder than the last.
There was even one time when Shorty No. 2 was hit directly by the cauldron and pressed to the ground, with a bleeding head and fainting.
Everyone else was afraid of Yan Chen because they always felt that their spiritual power was dissipating unknowingly when they were fighting with Yan Chen.
Moreover, their sickles...
Now only the handle remains.
On the other side, Mu Yin was beaten badly.
Mu Yin held a double-edged knife in both hands and fought against those people. The blade was so sharp that he was almost cut in the throat several times.
Mu Yin's face was pale, with blood stains at the corners of his mouth.
Mu Yin shouted while gasping for breath.
"Come on, hit me!"
After a pause, he added, "Just don't kill me."
After hearing this, those people's cold eyes were filled with some doubt and subtlety. Could it be that this foreigner had a problem with his brain?
Seeing them standing there in a daze, Mu Yin immediately clenched his double-edged sword and charged towards them.
As a result, before he could get close to them, a tall No. 4 slashed his back with a sickle from behind him. There was a "swish" sound, which was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.
"Ah!" Mu Yin screamed, the strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with cold sweat. He looked back with a fierce look, and the double-edged knife in his hand was swung towards Gao Gao No. 4 like a flying knife.
The double-edged knife was extremely fast and actually hit Gao Gao No. 4's chest directly.
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