Duan Ye rushed forward without resistance, and was sucked forward as if restrained. Seeing that the man's claw-shaped hand was about to clasp his throat, his eyes flashed, and the next moment, he let out a low cry.
"Flywheel cut!"
I saw that the eight-star flywheel magic weapon appeared in his hand with a scream, and with his scream, the eight-star flywheel with fierce air current flew out of his hand and slashed towards the golden core monk in front.
The Jindan monk did not expect that he would be able to fight back under such circumstances. He saw that the flywheel containing the fierce air current slashed like a sharp blade, and his face changed in surprise, and he quickly retracted his hand. Go back.
Of course, the eight-star flywheel was originally a magic weapon, and it followed Duan Ye's consciousness, slashing out a sharp knife-gang gas at lightning speed.
"hiss!"
The golden core monk retreated, his robe was torn by the jet of air, the middle door opened wide and hung on him like an open crotch. Just as he retreated in embarrassment, the flywheel cut out again. Remembering the air flow, he was born with a bloody trace on his body.
"what!"
At the same time as a cry of pain sounded, the golden core monk was forced to take out his long sword to resist. However, how could his sword be compared with the magic weapon of the paragraph?
Hearing a loud sound, a click sounded, the long sword that the Golden Core monk used to resist directly hit the eight-star flywheel, the two weapons collided, the long sword fell off, and the eight-star flywheel also screamed directly. Cut into the gold core monk's eyebrows, and the speed was so fast that it was too late for the golden core monk behind to save him.
"Hi! How can this be!"
The golden core monk gasped in horror, and watched the golden core loose repairer being killed by Duan Ye, watching the eight-star flywheel cut into the golden core loose repair eyebrows, flywheel Stuck in the flesh, only a trace of blood dripped from the flywheel.
And that Jindan casual cultivator, perhaps did not expect that he would die by the hands of a foundation-building cultivator. When he died, his eyes were still open, and his eyes were full of horror and unwillingness...
"Come!"
Duan Ye let out a low drink, and the flywheel that was stuck in the gold core monk's eyebrows returned to his hand with a slamming sound, and the gold core loose cultivator also fell down, his breath disappeared.
On the tree, Feng Jiu who saw this scene showed a satisfied expression and nodded secretly.Although Duan Ye has a baby face, his strength is arguably the strongest among the four. He shot decisively and fiercely, and unexpectedly cleanly. She didn't think he could kill the golden core monk. accident.
His eyes stayed on him for a while and then he moved away. After falling among the people in front, there was a melee there, and the smog fell one by one.
And Song Ming's few people were not getting better, all of them had large and small wounds. Even Ning Lang's arm was cut a few times by the sword Qi in the melee, blood oozing out, and annoyed. He cursed angrily there, and he was not angry enough to rush forward and knock out one of the casual cultivators.
"I'm fighting with you!"
Under the roar, his strength was also stimulated. When he knocked out the first one and bumped into the other two people, he slammed his hands into fists, gritted his teeth and punched fiercely. Drinking heavily.
"Fighting cattle across the mountain!"