Until, at that moment, the vitality of the strong Yuan Ying was cut off, and the remaining three people were so astonished that they were unbelievable. I could not believe that the strong Yuan Ying died just like this. In the hands of the great spiritual master...
Even if this great spiritual master is the body of a profound spirit, even if her natal contract beast is an ancient divine beast, even if she has ancient coercion, but, that can be a strong Yuan Ying!That's a strong man who can use the Nascent Soul to escape even if his body is dead!How, how could it just die like this...
Unable to believe it, one of the Yuan Ying cultivators flew over and lifted the dead Yuan Ying cultivator up. Only after seeing that one was piercing his dantian, where the Yuan Ying was. There, a broken sword, just like that, a sword penetrated his body without warning, only a little bit of the sword tip was exposed outside the blood-stained robe.
At this moment, the Yuan Ying monk, who was originally just middle-aged, died as his vitality disappeared, and his face quickly withered and grew old. In the end, he became a skinny and too old to be seen. Old man.
The atmosphere seemed to solidify at this moment, the depressed and low breath was released from the bodies of the remaining three Yuan Ying monks, and the monstrous murderous intent surged in the air, forming a stream of air current where several people were. Surrounded by a local circle, it is as if it has isolated the connection with the outside world, not only isolated, but also blocked the outside view.
The closer the dean and others get closer, the more difficult it is to move the qi and blood. Those who are at the same level of Nascent Soul are okay, but those tutors gradually become more distant from the dean and others. Step forward, but still can't get close.
This is the difference in strength, one level difference, not one and a half stars.
"Feng Jiu! Take it to death!"
The cold voice that contained a monstrous killing intent from inside made everyone outside the airflow barrier startled and at the same time felt incredible.
Feng Jiu is still alive?How could he last so long under the hands of Monk Yuan Ying?
"Little nine! Little nine!"
Guan Xilin's eyes reddened anxiously. Even though he was of Wu Zong level, at this moment, even if he wanted to rush forward and rush into the airflow barrier, he still couldn't take a step forward.
Under the powerful pressure and air currents that permeated the air, every step he made was as heavy as a kilogram, and every time he narrowed the distance, the blood in his body was boiling, tumbling, as if to spurt out of his chest.
Like him is Xiao Yihan. Although he is already a foundation-building cultivator, at this time, he is unable to move an inch under this powerful pressure. The more difficult it is, the more shocked he will be. Even they can move like this. How could Feng Jiu's cultivation level resist for so long inside?
"You first retreat to the back. The pressure and airflow here are too strong, and you can't stand it." The vice yard said, his sleeves flicked, and the two were rolled out dozens of meters away with a force.
Of course, when he was about to send Nie Teng out, he saw his cold eyes staring at him with a breathtaking chill. For a while, he was slightly startled. Why did he follow?Knowing the danger came out, could it be that he and Feng Jiu also knew each other?
"I do not go!"
Nie Teng said in a calm voice. After looking at the vice yard, his gaze fell on the airflow in front of him. Hearing the sound of fighting coming from inside, his heart tightened and he immediately took out something from the space.