Chapter 560

Before he began to fight Muwu, he wanted to escape. Muwu's momentum was weak.

"Do you want to try?"

Yao Zonglin's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, and then exposed his strong breath in front of people. The monks in the later Yuan Dynasty could not help but step back.

With the long sword in hand, Yao Zonglin doesn't want to fight with the military master again. After so long, his saliva will be dry.

The most important thing is that he glimpses some impatience on qianzhixue's face. In order to please qianzhixue, he'd better deal with the level 8 ice dragon as soon as possible and give it to qianzhixue.

It's really rare for a master to do his job.

As soon as his eyes turn, Yao Zonglin's killing intention disappears. He says to Nan Wuya, who is optimistic about the drama: "you help me kill him, and I'll help you refine the pill for free. How about that?"

At first hearing this, Nan Wuya opened his eyes and looked at Yao Zonglin in front of him. He didn't think that Yao Zonglin was so shameless.

If he did, it would not be the grudge between the two, but the Shanglin Empire and the South Vietnam empire.

However, since Yao Zonglin can say this, he is sure that Nan Wuya will agree to his deal.

"It's a level 8 ice dragon in this secret place. With his strength, it's not strange to die in the hands of the level 8 ice dragon, is it?"

Add a handful of firewood to the fire, the medicine Zonglin won't move.

He was so resourceful that he didn't have to talk about these things so thoroughly. He naturally understood them. However, these words from his mouth, also can be regarded as giving Nan Wuya a a dose of peace of mind medicine.

If this matter is turned out in the future, Yao Zonglin is also involved.

"Yao Daoyou is right. You and I are not necessarily rivals to the level 8 ice dragon. It's very normal for Muwu Daoyou to die in the hands of the level 8 ice dragon."

At the same time, Nan Wuya had already made a move to Muwu.

In Nan Wuya's eyes, this is not a sneak attack, but a means to win.

Muwu venerable also didn't expect that Nan Wuya said he would do it. He didn't give him a chance to react. He was hit by Nan Wuya directly and one of his teeth was knocked out.

At the moment, the Muwu venerable is in a great distress.

"Nan Wuya, you wretch, helped a group of sanxiu to kill me!"

The master Mu Wu's face was gloomy, and he did not forget to scold Nan Wuya a few words to vent his anger.

Hearing this, Nan Wuya is not as evil as Yao Zonglin. He still wants to kill Mu Wu.

There is no nonsense at all. Nan Wuya is extremely fierce. Every move has a sharp killing intention.

Seeing Nan Wuya's dead hand, the Muwu venerable would not have any reservation. The sword fell down towards Nan Wuya one after another, with a posture of dying together.

Yao Zonglin only looked at it for a short time, and then continued to deal with the eighth level ice dragon.

It's really nice to have someone help to kill. Yao Zonglin decides to do more such things in the future, so that his hands can be less stained with blood.

If Nan Wuya knew that he was treated as a thug by Yao Zonglin, he didn't know whether he would give up immediately.

The three or four monks in the later period of Yuanying were ignored. They looked at each other and immediately made the same decision - run!

If you don't run at this time, when will you stay?

"QIANDAOYOU, those people have run away. Don't we chase them?" Zhao Yin, however, has always hated the fact that he was beaten by the group. When he saw that the soles of those people's feet were smeared with oil, he was immediately worried.

However, he is not an opponent. He can only put his hopes on qianzhixue and yuanmuchuan.

After a deep look at Zhao Yin, Qian Xue said calmly, "you should go yourself."

With that, qiannuxue did not move, but began to eat melon seeds again, looking at the battle of the South toothless harmonious warrior.

It's not a common battle between the two powerful gods. It's impossible to say that she broke through in the same place as soon as she realized it? In contrast, what are the monks in the late Yuan Dynasty?

Seeing this, Zhao Yin's words were all choked back to his stomach. For the first time, he doubted that it was really cost-effective for him to pursue a thousand stitches of snow?

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Zhao Yin's arm. The next moment, Zhao Yin felt a whirl of heaven. When he contacted the ground again, he had already come to the late Yuan infant monks who had fled, and directly blocked the way of others.

Hard hit on the ground, Zhao Yin only feel their bones are going to crack, in the heart can not help but secretly scold yuan Muchuan start really black.

Zhao Yin's sudden appearance made the late Yuan infant monks still startled. However, when they saw who was coming, they were relieved at the same time.

Especially after seeing Zhao Yin's appearance, they laughed unkindly.

Zhao Yin hasn't been hurt in such a long time before. Now that Zhao Yin has taken the initiative to send him to the door, they will not miss this opportunity.

Looking at the dangerous light of several people, Zhao Yin quickly got up from the ground and asked for all the relatives of yuan Muchuan again. He couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva as his throat slipped.

Mom, what has he done? Why should he face such a thing!

"Make a quick decision, kill and drive away!" I don't know who said such a word, and then a few late Yuan infant monks swarmed up, intending to fight together and kill Zhao Yin directly.

At the same time, he threw out an attack, and several monks left without looking at the final result.

In their eyes, Zhao Yin is just a monk in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty. It's strange that he can survive in their joint attack.

"Boom!"

After hearing the sound, several monks were more sure that Zhao Yin was dead.

However, they did not see that after the smoke dispersed, Zhao Yin came out intact. Not to mention the injury, the clothes are not a bit bad.

The corner of his mouth grinned. At the moment, Zhao Yin was so strange that he disappeared in the same place.

When he reappeared, he had already mentioned the heads of the late Yuan babies.

The blood drops down one by one, making Zhao Yin look like an emissary coming back from hell, with cold ghost gas all over his body.

"Thousand sewing snow, interesting..."

With a light smile, Zhao Yin threw his head on the ground at will. He didn't look at it any more. He looked at people's lives like weeds.

It's hard to imagine how a man who clearly has only the strength of Yuanying's middle stage killed several late Yuanying monks in such a short period of time.

Zhao Yin, it's a mystery that people can't guess.