Chapter 62

As soon as the long gun was swept away, there was a magic wolf with a weight of more than a kilo behind him. Immediately, it was just like a piece of bad news, and he was directly shot out. Murong Yu turned into a flash of light and rushed to Feng Jun and others.

Murongyu's speed is not very fast, but in the foundation period, his speed is also fairly good. Plus the current full run.

With a Shua, Murong Yu had already rushed to the front of several base building disciples. The long gun shakes like a black dragon, breaking the obstacles of countless time and space, and instantly appears in front of a disciple in the later stage of foundation building.

Poof!

This foundation period disciple is still excited because he stabbed murongyu with his flying sword. But all of a sudden, he saw a black gun head stabbing like lightning.

Immediately, he was taken aback.

However, in the moment of his reaction, he felt a pain in his heart. Looking down, he found that Murong Yu's long black gun had stabbed him.

"You killed me?" The disciple looked at murongyu in shock and disbelief. The latter is just a cold hum, a long gun shock, this disciple will be directly broken into several pieces.

Then murongyu stepped forward. The long gun in his hand was shining with black light, sweeping the whole army.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three disciples in the later stage of building foundation reacted, but they had no time to escape, so they were directly hit by Murong Yu one by one.

Finally, only Feng Jun was left to stare at murongyu. But murongyu's spear tip is already on Feng Jun's forehead.

Feeling murongyu's red, naked and undisguised killing. Seeing the cold-blooded scene of murongyu just now, Feng Jun is in a cold sweat.

"My grandfather is elder Feng who led the team this time. You can't kill me. If you kill me, my grandfather will die here in a demon wolf, four late foundation building monks and one early foundation building monk. Moreover, looking at the handwriting, it must be done by the same person.

Feng Ningbo and Lin Zhilong speculated the origin of the matter from the traces here for the first time.

"Who is it?" The anger in Feng Ningbo's heart almost made him spurt fire. Endless murders filled with terror.

He picked up Feng Jun's top-grade magic sword and said with a gloomy face, "this is the area near xutianzong. Who killed them?"

Obviously, this is still the outer part of the magic mountain, so it's impossible for other disciples to pass by. What's more, Feng Jun's flying sword is a top-grade magic weapon.