Chapter 157: I am Shura.

Mu Feng spit a smile, and looked at the black young man who came with a cold voice: "Nan Ling is really worried about me, I have a mission to stare at me."
"Reassure, you are dead here, no one knows that you are dead in our hands. It is really amazing that you can complete this level of task, but you are dead here, others will only think that you are dead in the mission, despair.

The black youth sneered, and the knife rushed to Mu Feng, taking life.
"Do you think that you really killed me?"
Mu Feng is cold, a pair of scorpions, more red demon, and his eyebrows, a pattern flashing light, in the heart of the body, a mysterious and powerful ancient blood force poured into the body.
"Roar……!"
Mu Feng made a roar, and his mouth also gave birth to sharp fangs, and a white hair instantly turned red. Behind, a pair of long and wings tore the muscles at the shoulder blades and grew out from the back.
"The blood of Shura, wake up!"
The young man in black was shocked and looked at Mu Feng, whose image suddenly changed. He stopped and his voice was incredible.
"What monster are you?"
The black man was shocked and said.
In the distance, the Tsing Yi man who fought with Xiaotian was also shocked to see the scene.
"Shu Luo blood ban, burning!"
Mu Feng roared, the two drops of blood in the body instantly burned, turned into a majestic energy poured into Dantian, Yuanmai, under the thunder of the thunder and eight ridiculous Thunder, Mu Feng's momentum climbed.
Zifu nine broken!
Congestion is broken!
Condensed
............
This crazy and rising momentum has soared to a small position in the condensate.
"Forcing me to look real, today, you don't want to live!"
Mu Rui, who was Shura, laughed and showed a trace of embarrassment. Then he stepped on the footsteps, and the two wings fluttered behind him. The humanized turned into a shadow and shocked the black man.
Hey!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Mu Feng appeared in front of the black man.
fast! Amazing speed!
After the Shura, Mu Feng, speed, physical strength, strength, explosive power, are stronger than the normal state several times.
Hey!
A punch hit, the blood of the blood lingering, accompanied by lightning, smashed in the black man's chest.
Hey!
The man in black was bombarded more than ten meters away, and he fell to the ground and looked at Mu Feng with horror.
Mu Feng hand-held purple electric warfare, squatting down to the black man, a light blade whistling, the black man quickly turned to avoid, the ground burst a long trace.
"How is it possible, how can this kid be so powerful in a flash!"
The young man in black clothes roared in his heart, and he got up and smashed the sword to Mu Feng. He went all the way and a blue knife screamed and screamed.
Mu Feng’s mouth was raised, his wings were vibrating, and the man flew in the air to avoid the knife. At the same time, the purple electric power was recovered, and the heavy Shura blood knife smashed into the hands.
"The tiger slashes, the tiger screams!"
Mu Feng took the knife and flew to the black youth, and screamed with a knife.
"Roar……!"
A tiger slashed around the purple current and slammed into the black youth.
"Stacking waves!"
The black-collar youths clashed with three palms and screamed, and the three blue palm prints screamed and smashed to the purple blood tiger.
boom……!
The blood tiger directly tore the palm print, and the smashing bombardment was on the black youth.
puff! puff! puff! puff!
The black clothes youth burst into a cloud of blood, and a knife mark appeared on the body. The person was torn by the knife and the flesh was blurred, the robe was broken, and the bones were exposed.
The black-shirted youth stepped back two steps, and the eyes were stunned by the strange teenagers in the air. The people turned their backs to the sky and lost their vitality.
"Wang Cheng!"
The young people in Tsing Yi, who were entangled in the distance and Xiaotian, saw this face change greatly, and they roared out loudly. Then they looked at Mu Feng and revealed the color of horror.
"cut!"
A young man in Tsing Yi, a few meters long sword, went to Xiaotian, forcing Xiaotian to escape, and he turned and fled to the mountain.
"Are you running away?"
Mu Feng smiled and saw his true body. How could he let him escape?
Shura blood knife shot to the black body of the young man, inserted in the body, Mu Feng vibrate the blood wing to the escaped Tsing Yi man.
The Tsing Yi man looked back at Mu Fengfei to chase him, showing a trace of horror. The backhand shot a few white lights, and several flying knives shot at Mu Feng, and then continued to run.
Mu Feng lifted the purple electric rifle and swept it all out.
Mu Feng holds a long gun and is shot from the Tsing Yi man only ten meters away.
Hey!
The gun was turned into a purple lightning and shot at the Tsing Yi man. He slammed into the Tsing Yi man's thigh and inserted it into the ground.
"what……!"
The Tsing Yi man slammed and slammed into a tragic situation.
Mu Fengfei came to the wing and fell coldly, looking at the Tsing Yi man who was shot on the ground with his legs on the ground.
The Tsing Yi man even looked at him with horror. He pulled his hands into the purple electric war gun on his leg. After pulling out the gun, he shot at Mu Feng.
Mu Feng easily blocked, step by step to the youth, the young man sat on the ground, kept retreating, and his eyes were full of fear.
"What the are you?"
The young man roared and his body trembled.
"I? It is Shura!"
Mu Feng shook his body and rushed to the front of the youth. He explored it with one hand, and the hand that gave birth to his sharp claws pierced the other's chest and said coldly.
Mu Feng pinched, the heart in his hand was broken.
"Sura..."
Tsing Yi youth muttered to himself, dilated pupils, and then lost his vitality.
After his death, the blood in his body burned, and a stream of air poured into Mu Feng's body. Mu Feng's claws gradually gained his body and returned to normal. He sat down on the ground, lying on the ground, breathing in his mouth.
"Nan Ling..."
Mu Feng looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself, and a pair of scorpions became more and more cold.
Then he sat up, took a blood Dan, and sat on the mountain road to recover.
Just using Shura blood to burn two drops of his own blood, now he is very weak.
In the cottage, Bai Zi leaps to Mu Feng's heavy Xiu Luo blood knife, stepping down the mountain one by one, Xiao Tian flew to Mu Feng.
Hey!
Bai Ziyue threw the Shura blood knife on the ground and pulled out a dent. He lay on the side of Mu Feng and took a healing wound to restore the injury.
"Feng Ge, what are the two guys?"
Baizi jumped and asked.
Mu Feng, who nourished his blood and recovered his vitality, said: "It is the person of Nanling."
"Mother's, I guess the rabbit's scorpion will kill him one day."
Bai Zi screamed.
"We are staring at them at the college. I have to be careful when I go out. After two years, I will kill him and let Nanhao old dogs pay for the loss of their loved ones."
Mu Feng said with a cold eyes.
After three days of recuperation in the cottage, several women who were detained in the village were rescued. The two drops of blood lost in three days were recovered by Shura Shenyu, and the two also rode mounts and rushed to Tianzhu College again.