The monkey swung a metal staff, whirling it through the air like a force sweeping everything around it.
"Hold him off for a moment."
At this moment, Duan Yun hurriedly dodged the staff while reminding.
He had already cornered the monkey, looking somewhat disheveled.
Murong brothers laughed loudly: "Old Demon Duan, you can't even handle a skinny dwarf!"
"Take a strike from Old Murong!"
Compared to Duan Yun, the Murong brothers, being locals, didn't recognize any Great Saint Erlang God and felt no fear, raising their blade to strike.
As the blade and staff collided, he let out an enchanting cry of "Oh!"
His right hand holding the blade went numb, no, just a simple exchange, his entire body felt paralyzed, nearly stumbling to the ground.
"You damn dwarf, you're playing for real!"
At this point, the Murong brothers dared not be careless anymore, as the green blade qi and moon white blade qi surged to his head.
"This Hatred Endless Knife!"
"A Night Listening to Spring Rain!"
