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"That's right! A soldier should have the courage of a soldier! " Mu Yu smiles faintly.

These soldiers are Zhao Feihong's Pro guards, and they are the best among all the soldiers.

Their shooting skills are extremely cold, with strong wind, whistling.

For a moment, the air has been covered with countless gun shadows, blocking every inch of space around Mu Yu.

Mu Yu stood in place and did not dodge.

One hand lost behind, the other hand lightly waving in the air.

A powerful force of Qi shot out from his fingers and easily resolved all the gun shadows.

"Comment."

Mu Yu looked around a circle of many soldiers, light way: "the momentum of the gun shadow is fierce, the angle of attack is just right, it seems that you usually practice shooting is still careful."

"However, gun shadow's stamina is not enough to show that your cultivation foundation is not stable."

"Therefore, I suggest that you pay more attention to practice. Cultivation is the foundation of everything. Without cultivation, no matter how good you are at shooting, it's all frivolous."

All the soldiers looked strange, and ten thousand grass mud horses galloped by in their hearts.

We admit that we are good at cooking, but you can't be so humiliating.

We are enemies! Who asked you to tell us!

Seeing that they didn't agree with each other, Mu Yu shook his head and sighed: "the wizard musicians are not ashamed to ask questions. Ah, you can't take the initiative to give advice. It's really disappointing."

"Don't be wild!"

How can they bear the humiliation of Mu Yu.

After a loud roar, these soldiers rushed up with all their lives, bombarded like a wild animal that lost its sense.

Mu Yu's figure is like a ghost, flashing in the group of soldiers. Every attack of the soldiers is easily avoided by him.

Half a quarter of an hour later, all the soldiers supported their knees with their hands, and their chest heaved and puffed.

However, Mu Yu stood aside with a calm mind. His white clothes were spotless, and he didn't seem to have fought.

"It's terrible."

Mu Yu arms chest, went to the soldiers in front, said: "as a soldier, can only be brutal attack, no skills, no flexibility, if I am Marshal Zhao, you will be fired."

All the soldiers were blushing and full of humiliation, but they could not refute it.

Their level in front of Mu Yu is vulnerable, Mu Yu with too bad to describe, has been enough to give them face.

"Forget it, I won't play with you."

Mu Yu is too lazy to follow them. He claps his hands apart.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and all the soldiers were swept out by the strong wind force between their palms.

Like a huge sandbags fly out more than ten feet, heavy hit on the ground, the floor are smashed out of the cracks.

Every soldier's head was broken, his sternum was broken, and the blood in his mouth was gushing. It was miserable.

"You! Bold

The middle-aged general was so angry that he pulled out the big knife that he wore around his waist. The edge of the knife was shining with cold light, which led to the death of Mu Yu.

"You're no different from them." Mu Yu said faintly.

Looking at the powerful sword, Mu Yu didn't even bother to hide.

When the big knife fell, Mu Yu's hand finally moved. He stretched out two fingers and clamped the edge of the knife impartially.