Landing in the Fantastic World

In the blink of an eye, except for the leader of the rogues, all the rogues were killed by Mu Yu's sword.

Only then did the leader of the rogues feel Mu Yu's terror.

I thought Mu Yu was just a young disciple in the sect, but he didn't expect his cultivation to be so terrifying and his methods to be so ruthless and decisive.

He clenched his fists tightly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was covered with a begging smile, "Young Xia, my brother-in-law is a disciple of Zixiao Pavilion, and he is nearby. For his sake, please forgive me." Give me your life, and I will repay you."

The meaning of the words is obvious, he has Zixiao Pavilion's brother-in-law as a backer, and told Mu Yu that if he doesn't want to offend Zixiao Pavilion, then don't do anything to him.

"Don't say that your brother-in-law is a disciple of Zixiao Pavilion, even if you are a disciple of Zixiao Pavilion, I think you can kill it."

Mu Yu was obviously amused, even Zixiao Pavilion dared to threaten him.

Hearing this, the face of the leader of the rogues turned pale in an instant, and suddenly saw a figure in the distance, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said loudly: "Brother-in-law, I am here, help me!"

A young man dressed in purple sect was rushing towards here, and a majestic voice warned: "I am a disciple of Zixiao Pavilion, let him go quickly! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mu Yu sneered in his heart, not being threatened at all, he directly pierced the chest of the bandit leader with his sword and ended his life.

"Didn't I tell you to stop? You dare to do it!"

Seeing his brother-in-law dying directly in front of his eyes, the young man in purple robe was anxious and stared at Mu Yu angrily.

Of course he also knew that his brother-in-law was a rogue, but his brother-in-law gave him all kinds of rare treasures and beauties every month, so that he not only did not criticize his brother-in-law's despicable behavior, but connived behind his back.

"It's just a rogue, I can kill if I want, what right do you have to order me?" Mu Yu glanced at him coldly.

"Okay! You don't pay attention to me, Zixiao Pavilion, today I will let you die without a place to bury you!"

The young man in purple robe directly raised his palm in anger, wanting to slap Mu Yu.

But, to his surprise, Mu Yu just raised his palm slightly, and then blocked the palm.

The purple-robed young man felt as if his palm had been slapped on the iron wall, which made him feel unceasingly painful.

"Aside from the sharp mouth, Zixiao Pavilion disciples are so useless in their hands?" Mu Yu sneered.

"Don't be crazy, I haven't used my full strength yet."

The purple-robed young man scolded angrily. He felt that he was just being careless. If he used all his strength, Mu Yu would definitely not be able to stop him.

Thinking of this, the purple-robed young man raised his other palm, exerted ten layers of strength, rolled up a billowing heat wave, and smashed it to Mu Yu's chest.

"Red Flame Palm!"

The strength of his palm is so powerful that an ordinary person would be seriously injured by his palm.

A trace of contempt flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, then he stretched out a little finger and tapped lightly on his palm.

"Boom!"

moment!

The young man in purple robe seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his body suddenly flew backwards, and with a wow sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Very vulnerable, with this strength, you still want to act fiercely and order others?" Mu Yu looked condescendingly at the young man in purple robe lying on the ground, and said disdainfully.

"I advise you not to kill me. This time I went out to carry out the mission with my brothers and sisters from the same school. If I don't go back, they will definitely find you. At that time, you will only die."

The young man in purple robe was still stubborn, wanting to threaten with his brothers and sisters from the same sect.