Chapter 581

The wine master in the sky has been paying attention to everything below. Seeing that Mo Jueyuan was forced into a desperate situation, his face suddenly showed a look of curiosity. He didn't believe that Mo Jueyuan would be attacked and killed like this.

"Boy, let me see. What else do you have?"

The speed of Dao Gang's training is very fast. It's like lightning. With a crisp sound, it's suddenly on Mo Jueyuan's body.

Mo Jueyuan's black shadow flashed, and Dao Gang immediately split on the shadow. With Dao Gang's split, Mo Jueyuan's body could not stop flying backward, and Mo Jueyuan's black robe turned into countless butterflies, flying in the sky.

Deng Deng Deng

Mo Jueyuan flew backwards for tens of meters and suddenly landed on the ground. His feet kept going backwards and pedaling on the ground, making a dull sound. On the soft soil, there were footprints more than 20 inches deep. Looking at the number of footprints, Mo Jueyuan stepped back nearly 20 steps.

Poof.

Mo Jueyuan suddenly stood still, his feet thumped deep into the ground, and the soil layer did not go beyond Mo Jueyuan's legs. At the same time, Mo Jueyuan suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of red blood, and Mo Jueyuan's face turned white instantly.

The situation of Mo Jueyuan makes Ji Wuhun and the people in grey more proud, especially the people in grey. Looking at Mo Jueyuan at the moment is just like looking at the dead, with a cruel and bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

In the middle of the air, the old wine man looked down at Mo Jueyuan, who was panting heavily and his face was very white. His eyes suddenly showed a look of doubt, and his heart began to wonder

"What's the matter with this boy? Didn't he beat Chen pingtian? Although Xiao Chen's strength is not so good, it's at least in the middle of yuyuanjing. Since he can defeat Xiao Chen, how can he not deal with this guy? The strength of this boy is a little worse than that of Xiao Chen. That Dao Gang is not so powerful. "

The old wine man was full of doubts. Subconsciously, he took the gourd and poured it into his mouth. He gulped down his stomach. A thought suddenly flashed

"What's the boy doing?"

There was a faint smile on Jiulao's face. At this moment, he could be sure that Mo Jueyuan was in the layout. Jiulao heard Mo Jueyuan's message from Muye. Although he thought Mo Jueyuan was full of strength and one against five, it was exaggerating, but it was not so bad. He could not even take the other's ordinary Dao gang, Mo Jueyuan was showing the enemy how weak they were, and then drawing them on.

The old wine man sat smiling in the sky, drinking wine, watching the battle below and enjoying this "free performance".

Ji Wuhun's Dao gang has the power of hiding sharp state in the later period. Mo Jueyuan didn't hide his cultivation after the battle. Ji Wuhun naturally found that Mo Jueyuan's cultivation only changed greatly. Unexpectedly, he blocked his Dao gang. Ji Wuhun looked at Mo Jueyuan in surprise.

"Boy, it's not bad. With the strength of transmutation, it can block my Dao gang. However, it's only limited to this. Next move, you can die."

Ji Wuhun suddenly gave a cold drink. He looked at Mo Jueyuan, who was white and spitting blood, and suddenly burst out a great momentum. In an instant, a strong wind was blowing around him, whistling and rolling in the past, blowing the black robes around Mo Jueyuan all over the sky, together with the dust on the ground, almost covering Mo Jueyuan's figure.

The man in grey on one side saw Ji Wuhun's successful attack, and his smile became more ferocious. He roared:

"If you want to break his hand and foot, I can't let him survive, I can't let him die."

Ji Wuhun frowned slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and a touch of displeasure flashed. However, Ji Wuhun didn't say anything. The leader sent him to protect him. Ji Wuhun naturally won't let his task fail. He just pretended not to hear him and ignored him directly.

As the wind blows, Ji Wuhun doesn't stay any longer. With a flash of light at his feet, he suddenly rushes towards Mo Jueyuan. There is a slight fluctuation of vitality on his legs. With the increase of vitality, Ji Wuhun's figure disappears immediately, like a flash of lightning. The next moment, he appears on Mo Jueyuan's head and stabs him with a knife.

"Boy, go to hell."

Mo Jueyuan's legs fell into the ground, his head slightly lowered, his face turned white, and the blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. His breathing became short, and his breath was even more unstable. He was completely exhausted. The fluctuation of his vital energy became strong and weak, and he was completely exhausted.

Ji Wuhun saw Mo Jueyuan's appearance, and the sinister smile on his face suddenly reappeared. His body, which had fallen rapidly, fell faster. The silver short blade in his hand was shining, especially in the dark night.

Hiss

Ji Wuhun's short blade stabbed at the speed of lightning, and a sharp roar suddenly sounded in the surrounding air. The silver short blade came to Mo Jueyuan's head in a flash, and Ji Wuhun stabbed hard without hesitation.

Just when the tip of the knife was about to touch Mo Jueyuan's hair, Mo Jueyuan suddenly trembled. A dull thunder suddenly sounded, and the wind around him was blowing more violently. At this moment, Mo Jueyuan was like a phantom. He stepped back one step silently, but before he left, Ji Wuhun's knife had arrived.

Ji Wuhun looks at Mo Jueyuan under the knife. His hand strength increases, and the speed of short blade stabbing is faster. In a moment, he cuts from the top of his head to his chest.

At this time, Ji Wuhun's heart suddenly flashed a strange feeling. Although the knife in his hand was stabbed, it was soft, as if there was no focus.

"This is

Ji Wuhun is stunned. He looks at his short blade and stabs Mo Jueyuan.

In mid air, Jiulao just put the wine gourd in his mouth. The wine in the gourd just reached the mouth of the gourd, but it didn't flow into his mouth. Suddenly, he saw Mo Jueyuan's body change below. Jiulao was stunned. His eyes suddenly burst out with a touch of brilliance. He was shocked

"How fast! The boy is really luring the enemy! "

After all, Jiulao's strength is extraordinary. Ji Wuhun is still in a daze, and Jiulao has reflected it. He looks at Ji Wuhun with dignified expression, because he has lost the trace of Mo Jueyuan.

"How can it be? Where's this kid going? "

Jiulao was so shocked that the wine in the gourd spilled a little, but Jiulao didn't find it.

Ji Wuhun below suddenly feels the abnormality in his hand and is stunned. He only reacts a second later, but Mo Jueyuan has already begun to disappear. In a moment, he disappears.

"What? This... How is this possible? "

Ji Wuhun has already reflected that this is a virtual shadow. In fact, it's not that Ji Wuhun doesn't know that when people's speed reaches a certain level, there will be a virtual shadow. However, Ji Wuhun didn't expect that the boy in front of him who can't even reach the hidden edge will have such a terrible speed. Even he didn't know when he left.

"No way."

All of a sudden, Ji Wuhun suddenly feels that he is covered with a gloomy and cold breath. The chill is piercing, and a strong wind stabs Ji Wuhun's back like a knife.

"In the back."

Ji Wuhun's head doesn't turn back. With a wave of the silver short blade of his right hand, a white pitching suddenly flies out and cuts back like lightning.

In this instant, with a dull sound, Ji Wuhun's face turned pale, and he felt a sharp pain under his right rib. At the same time, Ji Wuhun found that the blood and vitality in his body were rapidly flowing towards the sharp pain under his right rib, and disappeared in an instant.

At this time, the man in grey in the distance saw a black figure behind Ji Wuhun, with a grim smile on his face and abrupt rigidity. At the same time, he yelled to remind Ji Wuhun:

"Idiot, behind you."

Ji Wuhun couldn't breathe. He was almost blown up. His whole body was as strong as a bomb. Suddenly, a strong force came out of Ji Wuhun's hand and shot back.

Mo Jueyuan looks at Ji Wuhun behind him. With a sneer on his face, he lets go without hesitation, letting the fish gut sword stab his opponent's right rib. He is like a ghost. In a dull thunderstorm, he immediately retreats a few meters and looks at Ji Wuhun with a sneer.

With the rapid loss of blood and vitality in his body, Ji Wuhun did not dare to neglect it. Knowing that it was the vitality of the weapon on his waist, he immediately grasped it, pulled it out, and flew out with a stream of blood arrows. Ji Wuhun's face suddenly turned pale, just like Mo Jueyuan's face before.

However, the blood and vitality are no longer passing away. Ji Wuhun is finally relieved. Listening to the people in grey who are constantly yelling in the distance, his expression is even more ugly. He roars with a murderous face

"When I'm hurt, you yell. Shut up. I'm chirping. I'll slap you to death."

Ji Wuhun's murderous spirit immediately calms the man in grey. At the moment, the man in grey also reacts. Looking at Ji Wuhun's appearance, a bad feeling suddenly emerges in his heart. If Ji Wuhun is defeated, he will die. He will not speak any more. His eyes are constantly looking around and waiting for the chance to escape.

As for the apostles of Yin Yang sect, whether they live or die has nothing to do with them. As long as they live, they don't care how many they want.

Ji Wuhun takes a deep breath, shakes his head, shakes his dizzy head a little more soberly, and carefully stares at Mo Jueyuan, so as not to be attacked by Mo Jueyuan again. Ji Wuhun is terrified by Mo Jueyuan's terrible speed before, especially the Black Dagger in his hand, which is a weapon that can absorb blood and energy, Don't say Ji Wuhun hasn't seen it, even if he hasn't heard of it, for a moment, Ji Wuhun is more afraid of Mo Jueyuan.

"Boy, who are you?"