The sound of laughter filled the whole space, and everyone's face suddenly changed.

Mo Jueyuan stared at the dazzling white light with ecstatic face, and the joy in his eyes was clear at a glance. Wolf king heard the laughter, the heart is also ecstatic, suddenly full of power, more crazy to Yan three attack in the past.

Yan San and Qin Lao, however, are as pale as ashes. Even if they are attacked by the wolf king and the blood fog monster, they all resist very reluctantly. Obviously, the sudden laughter shakes their hearts.

As for cangruijing, which was wrapped in blood fog, there was not much change. They came late, and they were wrapped in blood fog as soon as they appeared. They did not see the scene before. However, there were few good-looking faces of these people. There was no other reason. A great and terrible pressure was like a million jin mountain on everyone, The pressure made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Chengnuo's light slowly began to converge. Suddenly, a sharp black awn, with a sharp air breaking sound, appeared in front of Chengnuo, constantly turning, as if cheering for Chengnuo's rebirth.

As the light on Cheng Nuo's body completely dissipates, Mo Jueyuan suddenly sees what Cheng Nuo looks like at this time.

A long gray hair, tied up with a ribbon, tied on the back, wearing a gray robe, a Confucian dress, and his appearance is very ordinary, ordinary, but it gives people the feeling that they dare not look directly at him, ordinary face, revealing the invisible majesty, sometimes flashing clear eyes, with a kind of unspeakable vicissitudes, let people feel sad.

Mo Jueyuan looked at the man in front of him. His ecstasy had not yet faded. He hesitated and called out in a low voice:

"Old monster?"

"Hahaha, his grandmother's pickled cabbage and watermelon skin. I've changed my appearance. You bastard can't recognize me? Ha ha ha

Cheng Nuo was as bold and bold as ever, and his familiar words made Mo Chueh yuan smile. In particular, the self proclaimed "Lao Tzu" made Mo Chueh yuan feel more intimate.

Mo Jueyuan was deeply moved in his heart. He angrily scolded

"You old monster, why aren't you dead? I thought you were dead. Go to work."

"Well, I'll go to work, his grandmother's pickled cabbage and watermelon skin, and I'll be a coolie for you."

As usual, Cheng Nuo turns his eyes at Mo Jueyuan, and then flies to the nearby blood mist.

Looking at the thick blood mist in front of him, Cheng Nuo's face suddenly showed a sneer. With a wave of his hand, the blood refining Qiankun staff suddenly shocked. The thick blood mist was suddenly taken back by the blood refining Qiankun staff, revealing more than 100 people in the blood mist and Yan San, who was a little pale.

Cheng Nuo glanced around, his eyes suddenly flashed a cold sense of killing, and said in a cold voice:

"Today, I'm very happy. I won't ask you to disturb me. I'll let you die for a while. However, death can be avoided, and living sin can't escape. Everyone present will leave an arm, and I'll let you or leave. As for you two..."

Cheng Nuo turns his eyes to Yan San and Qin Lao. His face suddenly shows a cold color. With a sneer, he continues to say:

"You two, leave your arms, I'll let you go, otherwise... Hum, I'll let you become a ghost in the blood fog."

With that, Cheng Nuo's eyes flashed, and a great pressure suddenly burst out, like a mountain, toward the more than 100 people in front of him.

Yan San, Qin Lao and other people's faces of cangruijing suddenly become extremely ugly. Especially Yan San and Qin Lao, Cheng Nuo let them break their arms. If they do so, they will be disabled and have no arms in their life unless they can be promoted to escape from the world one day.

Although Yan San and Qin Lao boasted of their talent, they did not dare to say that they would be promoted.

In the whole exile area and the breakaway continent, there are countless strong people in Tibet Ruijing. The cultivation of great perfection in Tibet Ruijing is especially strong among them. For thousands of years, few of them have been promoted to escape from the world. There are countless strong people trapped in the great perfection of Tibet Ruijing. Almost every 1000 great perfection in Tibet Ruijing can promote them to Yuyuan realm, while in 1000 great perfection in Yuyuan realm, There is only one person who can be promoted to the realm of transcendence, and many times there is no realm of transcendence. Therefore, those Qi practitioners who have the strength far beyond ordinary people are enough to have a temporary foothold in these places.

As soon as he heard that he was going to break his arm, all the people in the field were full of anger, but they were suppressed by a powerful force, and they were powerless and could not resist.

All of a sudden, Cheng Nuo's face changed and his eyes showed a strange look. Then he immediately took back the terrible pressure and looked at the hundred people in front of him with strange eyes. His face was very strange.

"Is your eminence shaped by spirit and substance?"

Yan San looks at Cheng Nuo, and his mind turns. Then a strange color flashed in Cheng Nuo's eyes, but Yan San looks in his eyes, but his heart is strange.

All of a sudden, a noisy sound of footsteps came, and Cheng Nuo's face became gloomy with a touch of bloodthirsty. With a single hand move, the blood refining wand flew to Cheng Nuo's face in an instant, flashing a strange red light, mysterious and strange.

At this time, more than 100 people, who were originally gloomy, suddenly showed ecstasy on their faces and flashed excitement in their eyes, because they already felt, supported and arrived.

Seeing this, Cheng Nuo suddenly snores coldly, his voice is cold, and his intention to kill is everywhere.

"Hum, I don't want to drink a toast. In that case, don't blame me for killing you."

Cheng Nuo finished, the whole person suddenly stiff, and in this moment, more than 100 people in the crowd, suddenly burst out a shrill scream.

"Ah ~ ~"

People subconsciously looked back and saw a faint gray shadow behind the screamer. One palm of the gray shadow was on the top of the man's head. The man screamed bitterly, and then his eyes collapsed on the ground. Only his heart was still beating

At this point, the light gray shadow became clear, with a gray robe, a cold face, and sharp eyes. It was the murderous old monster Cheng Nuo.

"What? How is it possible? "

The crowd looked at Cheng Nuo, and then at Cheng Nuo, who was still frozen in the same place. Suddenly, there was a look of horror in his eyes. His face was full of fear. He saw the figure in the same place. After a surge of vitality, it dissipated slowly.

That figure is a virtual shadow left by Cheng Nuo's speed.

Mo Jueyuan and wolf king are standing in the corner of the hall, looking at each other with a smile. Especially when Cheng Nuo shows his extraordinary speed, Mo Jueyuan's heart is shocked, but also becomes more excited.

"Hum."

For everyone's reaction, Cheng Nuo was not surprised. He was still cold, his eyes were murderous, his body was slightly shaken, and he came back again; Left a virtual shadow, but the real person disappeared in the same place.

"Watch your back."

See Chengnuo again old scheme, Yan three suddenly surprised, face extremely ugly roar up.

People smell speech, subconsciously turned to look at their own behind, suddenly, someone will find the position of Cheng Nuo.

There was a cry of surprise, accompanied by a shrill scream

"He's here, ah ~ ~"

They turned their heads and looked at the exclaimed man. With a soft bang, they saw a figure flying backward. He fell to the ground and didn't move. However, his chest was twisted and deeply depressed. It was obvious that he was beaten like this.

The next moment, more than 100 people in the Hall fell into a nightmare. With a faint gray shadow passing by, a fist or a big foot came out in a blink of an eye, thumping and thumping. When they fell on the people, they broke their tendons and flew out like a broken sandbag, His body was uneven, his breath was scattered, and he even died on the spot.

One, two

Ten, twenty

Eighty, ninety

After dozens of breaths, except for Mo Jueyuan and wolf king, there were only a dozen people like Yan San standing in the hall, and the rest were lying on the ground, motionless, without a breath of life.

Dead, more than 90 people were killed by Cheng Nuo in dozens of breathing time.

At this moment, not only Yan San and others are scared, but Mo Jueyuan and wolf king are also shocked by Cheng Nuo's strength. Although they know that Cheng Nuo is very strong, they are not so strong. Mo Jueyuan has not yet waited for his reaction. There are only a few dozen corpses lying on the ground in the hall. Now, Cheng Nuo's face is still the same and his expression is extremely cold, Looking at more than a dozen people living in front of him with a sneer, he said:

"How? Are you willing to do what Laozi says? "

Cheng Nuo's voice is very gentle, and he has a smile on his face. He looks very amiable.

However, Cheng Nuo's smile, in the eyes of more than a dozen people across the street, looks like a devil's smile, which is extremely terrifying.

On hearing this, the dozen people immediately nodded, their eyes full of fear, and stammered back:

"Former... Former... Generation, please... Please... Please... Please, i... we are willing... Willing."

With these words, except for Yan San and Qin Lao, who were white faced and full of despair in their eyes, the rest of them all pulled out their weapons and cut off their left arms.

The arms were cut off, and more than a dozen blood arrows spurted out abruptly, which spurted out red in the hall. With the appearance of waves of vitality, the fracture of these arms quickly stopped the blood.

More than a dozen people who cut off one arm looked at Cheng Nuo with fear in their eyes and said with trembling voice:

"Former... Senior, i... i... we can... Let's go."

Cheng Nuo smiles strangely, his voice is flat, but it makes people despair.

"Before, there was a way to survive by breaking one arm, now? It's too late

People's faces changed dramatically, and they became pale and full of despair.