"You have such skill and cultivation at a young age, Xiaohua, which family are you from?" the obese middle-aged man asked, squinting at Duan Ye.
"Puff!"
Feng Jiu couldn't help but laughed when he heard the three characters for "Little Woll". Looking at Duan Ye who blushed with irritation, that immature baby face was indeed worthy of the "Little Woll" three characters.
Duan Ye glared at Feng Jiu angrily, and glared at the fat middle-aged man: "I am your grandfather!" As soon as the voice fell, the eight-star flywheel in his hand shot out.
Feng Jiu stood aside and did not move. She was not weak during this night. She wanted to know where his limit was. What's more, the Golden Core Peak was not the same as it would be easy to shoot. Therefore, she was not worried about him. Risk to life.
Sure enough, when the early Jindan monk on the side saw Duan Ye’s attack, he instantly attacked him, stopped his attack before him, and fought with him. In terms of strength, he lost to the opponent at night, but in terms of speed and speed. He has the upper hand with subtlety.
Feng Jiu watched quietly, and Tun Yun followed her to watch the two clashing hands. The fierce air currents whizzed away, and the aura of spiritual power visible to the naked eye passed in mid-air and hit each other. .
"hiss!"
The Golden Core cultivator had no weapons in his hand, and was pierced by the eight-star flywheel in Duan Ye's hand. Blood leaked from his shoulder instantly, and he took a sigh of relief and stepped back slightly.
Looking at the young man next to him, he didn't dare to move forward, because he knew he was not the opponent of the other party. He suddenly stepped forward, just like the dozen or so burly men who were killed.
However, he couldn't beat the baby face, but the young man in red was only at the level of the Great Spiritist, but he could clean it up.
So, he saw that the young man had been staring at the battle between the two men, his plain clothes sleeves moved slightly, a dagger slipped out of his sleeves, and held it back in his hand, unpreparedly, he raised the dagger towards him. The red boy stabbed.
"Boy, watch and kill!"
Who, Feng Jiu didn't even look at it, didn't dodge and didn't make a move, because when the Tun Yun standing at her feet saw the man pouncing with a dagger, he pounced on it.
The small figure is like a ball, seemingly harmless and incompetent, but at this moment it shows its sharp claws. At the same time as the figure strays, the claws are drawn towards the man's wrist holding the dagger. .
"call out!"
What is shocking is that when a little pet like this rushed and showed its paws and fell, it actually brought a fierce and bloodthirsty aura. Its speed was so fast that it even made that great spiritualist level The man was too late to dodge.
"Hi! My hand..."
The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, blood seeping from the trembling wrist, his face turned pale, he instinctively stretched out his hand to hold the bleeding hand, and looked at the bloody wrist with several deep bone claw marks, faintly visible The bones were half exposed, and his heart beat violently, and he screamed.
"Ah! My hand... My hand..."
Due to the sudden change on the man's side, the golden core monk who was orthogonal to Duan Ye lost his mind for a while, and the sharp eight-star flywheel made a blood hole in his abdomen. He staggered back, his face turned white, and he bit There is dissatisfaction and unwillingness to the teeth.
For a while, I only felt that the bloody smell in the air that had originally exuded the smell of blood became stronger.