Chapter 604

Looking at Mingyi's grimace, Mo Jueyuan suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

"No, it's the premonition that something will happen this time."

Mo Jueyuan is very familiar with this feeling. In the previous two times, every time he appeared, Mo Jueyuan had something wrong. Thanks to haotianjie's help, Mo Jueyuan was able to save himself. But what will happen this time? Can haotianjie save himself?

Mo Jueyuan has a kind of inexplicable fear in his heart. He almost can't help but enter the Haotian commandment. However, when Mo Jueyuan sees Mingyi's shaky and barely standing body, Mo Jueyuan suppresses his mind. He knows that the old monster is absolutely at the end of his life. He can kill him if he works hard.

Mo Jueyuan lay on the ground and tilted his head. He looked at Jiu Lao not far away, Ji Ruxue, who was besieged by six tutors, and the full-scale attack of seven people made Ji Ruxue tired of coping with the attack, and he was repeatedly hit by the other party. However, Jiu Lao and others did not dare to force each other too much. Just as the so-called thin camel is bigger than a horse, he is an old monster out of the ordinary world after all, Jiulao doesn't want to lose any of his subordinates. Therefore, Jiulao plans to grind him to death.

However, the image of Ji Ru Xue now is very miserable. Her clothes are in rags, and even her skin is exposed in some places. The wounds are dripping with blood. The old face of Ji Ru Xue is even more old now, which can almost be compared with the dying people.

Looking at the state of the old wine man and others, Mo Jueyuan knew that it would be sooner or later for the old monster to lose and die. He immediately sneered at the Mingyi master

"Hey, old man, look at that old man. He's about to be killed, but don't worry. He's just one step ahead of you. You can catch up with him soon."

Mo Jueyuan's intention is to irritate him. After all, if the Mingyi venerable is in a state of serious injury, if he is in a rage, he will burst out a powerful force, but it is easy to break if he is too rigid. In the present state, the more serious the explosion, the greater the damage to his body. Mo Jueyuan only needs to be careful to dodge. When his explosive power is over, he does not need to do it himself, He'll kill himself.

Sure enough, Mo Jueyuan's words infuriated him again. The power of anger made him forget his pain. His eyes were red and staring at Mo Jueyuan, and he stepped forward to Mo Jueyuan step by step. The heavy soul knife in his hand was shining with the cold light, which shocked people.

Mo Jueyuan will definitely be split in two if he cuts such a terrible sword.

Two meters in one step and a few breaths, master Mingyi came to Mo Jueyuan's front, suddenly raised the soul blade and chopped it down at Mo Jueyuan lying on the ground.

With the sword moving from top to bottom, and the Mingyi master's angry hand, the blade is thunderous, fast and fierce. The air that the blade passes through seems to have been split in two. In a moment, it's about to hit Mo Jueyuan.

"Son of a bitch, if you annoy me, you will die."

Mo Jueyuan watched as the thin blade of the cicada approached rapidly. The strong wind from the blade cut Mo Jueyuan's skin. It was as if it was going to split. Mo Jueyuan was shocked in his heart, but he didn't dare to neglect his body at all. When he slapped the land, he suddenly slipped out like a loach. In this moment, the blade cut off a wisp of Mo Jueyuan's hair.

"That's close."

A cold sweat from Mo Jueyuan's forehead fell. At that moment, it was very dangerous. If Mo Jueyuan was slower, it would not be the problem of cutting off his hair. Instead, he would directly cut off the forehead above Mo Jueyuan's eyes. At that time, even if he was a powerful Qi practitioner, his head would be destroyed and he would die in hatred.

Seeing that Mo Jueyuan had dodged his own sword, master Mingyi was more angry. He stepped forward with a big stride and drank angrily

"To die."

In the roar, the soul startling sword waved again. With the sharp and pitiful sound of breaking the air, the blade of the cold light flickered and quickly chopped toward Mo Jueyuan.

The sword is heavy and big, and the power of the emperor Mingyi is also very powerful. Even if the sword is wielded in a rage, it will split into two parts, not to mention the flesh and blood of Mo Jueyuan.

"Damn, this guy is a lunatic, how powerful he is."

Mo Jueyuan scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to stand still. Looking at the knife, Mo Jueyuan jumped up subconsciously. With a sudden jerk, Mo Jueyuan suddenly rose into the air, more than three feet above the ground, and looked down at the Mingyi Buddha below.

Although Mo Jueyuan's altitude in mid air is not very high, the Mingyi venerable at the moment doesn't even have the power to fly, otherwise he is especially so passive? At that moment, the eyes of the emperor Mingyi were twinkling with hatred, and he roared at Mo Jueyuan

"Son of a bitch, come down."

Looking at master Mingyi's appearance, Mo Jueyuan suddenly realized that this guy was so badly injured that he didn't even have the power to fly. That is to say, he was in the middle of the sky, and the other side could never reach him. He could make a living target and attack him at will.

Thinking of this, Mo Chueh yuan was suddenly happy. His eyes narrowed tightly, his face was full of proud smile, and the dried up blood at the corner of his mouth made Mo Chueh yuan's teeth white, which was even more gloomy and terrifying.

"Old man, you can't fly, so don't blame me for bullying you."

With that, Mo Jueyuan suddenly took a picture of his palm, which was like a palm print. With a whistling wind, he immediately took a picture of the emperor Mingyi.

Pop~~~~

The master Mingyi waved his soul startling sword. The shadow of the sword flashed by and immediately split the palm shadow in half. The power of the palm print only hit the master Mingyi's soul startling sword. His body could not stop shaking slightly. Although it was secret, it was also seen by Mo Jueyuan.

"Ha ha ha, old man, look at me. I've been beaten down."

Mo Chueh yuan laughs. He is very happy. He never dares to imagine that he can beat the old monster like a drowning dog. This kind of feeling makes Mo Chueh yuan very excited. Mo Chueh yuan mobilizes his whole energy, quickly condenses in his palm, and claps out his fingerprints. In a twinkling of an eye, he submerges the master of Ming Yi.

Although the power of the palmprint is not big, it can't stand too many palmprints. As the saying goes, a little makes a lot. The palmprint all over the sky drowns the master of Ming Yi in an instant. A knife shadow is waving rapidly, but the speed is getting slower and slower. More and more palmprints hit the master of Ming Yi, and his power is fading away.

Putong~~~

With the last clear handprint focusing on the master of Ming Yi, the giant force in the handprint drives the master of Ming Yi to retreat continuously. Before he withdraws a few steps, the master of Ming Yi sits on the ground with a puff, and a mouthful of blood gushes out. The blood is still mixed with black blood clots, and even some pieces of meat.

The breath of Mingyi becomes weaker. The power brought by anger has been exhausted in this period of time. With the collapse of the body and more severe pain, the nerves of Mingyi are so tough that they can't bear it now.

Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze

At this moment, the master of Mingyi is breathing like a cow. He is breathing with a big mouth. The blood on the corner of his mouth has not dried up, and new blood is flowing out, which makes his appearance more miserable.

Mo Chueh yuan looks at the master of Ming Yi at the moment. His face is still laughing and shouting, but his heart is slowly becoming cautious. The previously unknown premonition will appear. Mo Chueh yuan knows that he can't avoid it and has to face it. However, Mo Chueh yuan will be confident that he can survive this crisis.

For fear of a situation like exile, Mo chueyuan immediately sensed the location of the wolf king in his heart. He found that the wolf king and Mo Yuting, who was secretly protected by the wolf king, were less than 5000 miles away from him, just able to sense the location of the wolf king.

"Wolf king, nothing happened?"

"Master, everything is safe. I met several investigation teams of Yinyang sect. They were half dead and half injured. Those who escaped were all dealt with by me, leaving no trace."

Mo Jueyuan secretly gives the wolf king a thumbs up. This guy is worthy of being a wolf king who has lived for hundreds of years. He has more experience in the world than himself. Moreover, the wolf king is also very powerful. With his protection, Mo Yuting and long ruotong are basically safe. Besides, Zhu is the blood descendant of the powerful God of heaven in ancient times, You have to fight to stimulate your potential. None of their five member group is ordinary. It's good to have more battles and tribulations.

"Well, you can protect them."

"Yes."

Mo Jueyuan cut off the connection with the wolf king and concentrated on dealing with the strong man in front of him.

For his inexplicable premonition, Mo Jueyuan didn't tell the wolf king that he didn't trust the wolf king, but didn't want to make them worry. After all, even if they knew, they couldn't help. It's better not to know.

"The old man's injury has recurred. It seems that he can't hold it down. In that case, it's time for me to do the same."

Mo Chueh yuan thought in his heart, but his eyes flashed a touch of light unconsciously, and an invisible sense of killing suddenly appeared, covering the past toward Mingyi.

Although Mingyi master's strength was not there, he felt that it still existed. He immediately noticed Mo Jueyuan's murdering opportunity, and his heart sank. At this time, a shrill scream made Mingyi master's heart despair.

In the battle between Ji Ruxue and Jiu Laoqi, under the continuous attack of Jiu Laoqi, a tutor's Sword Pierced Ji Ruxue's throat in an instant. Blood flowed out like a red spring. In an instant, his clothes were drenched. It was terrible.

Looking at the appearance of silence like snow, the master of Mingyi was even more desperate. Suddenly, a fierce color flashed in his eyes and roared to silence like snow:

"Lao Ji, I'd rather die than make these bastards feel better."