Chapter 403

Step, step!

The hurried pace sounded one after another, and the three figures stumbled and ran in the imperial garden of the palace.

"Ah, who are you? Come on, there are thorns..."

"Shut up!"

Touch!

A little maid in waiting saw the three people sneaking and panicking. One of the old people was still covered in blood. She couldn't help screaming. However, before she finished speaking, she was shot dead by the old man in black.

Jun Buren gasped heavily, looked back in horror from time to time and said, "master, they must have laid a snare, and we can't run. The great Xia loser will come right away. What shall we do?"

"Yes, you can't run away. Let's catch it, hum!"

Tie Zhanyi also smiled coldly, glanced sideways at the old man in black and said, "I don't care who you are or why you know the unique skill of the ghost king, the Black Ghost seal. But now you have been exposed. As soon as Daxia Yang arrives, your demons will be destroyed. If you surrender at this time, I promise you I'll save you an old life."

"Hum, save my life? Old man, it's too early to say that now?"

He glanced contemptuously. The eyes of the old man in black were shining. Then he looked around and saw that a rockery was hidden. He winked at Jun Buren and ran there with the iron war clothes.

"Come with me."

When he arrived at the rockery, he saw that there was no one around. The old man in black immediately surrounded the three people in a circle, put his arms on each other's shoulders, hugged each other, and shouted, "Twelve top skills, soul moving skills, ha!"

Hoo!

For a moment, a strange wave immediately spread from the three people. The dense fog surrounded the three people, gurgling green light, like a python, constantly swam around the three people's bodies.

Finally, the three people shook, the light dispersed, the fog disappeared, and everything returned to calm, but the divine light in their eyes changed.

The old man in black looked at the iron war clothes nearby with a surprised look on his face and couldn't stop muttering: "you..."

Shua!

Tie Zhanyi didn't speak, but he just stared. The fierce in his eyes startled the old man in black.

"Don't move, police. You're surrounded. Release the hostages quickly, or I'll shoot."

Suddenly, a loud drink sounded. Yang Feng arrived here with the momentum of lightning and roared at Jun Bu Ren.

The eyes of the old man in black trembled slightly. He took a deep look at the iron war clothes. He seemed to understand something. He couldn't help turning his mouth. He immediately waved a palm and hit the iron war clothes on the forehead.

"Little Ice cone!"

Poof!

With a loud drink, Yang Feng was quick eyed and quick handed. He immediately shot an ice cone from his fingers. Before the old man in black hit the forehead of the iron suit, he had directly penetrated into his chest.

The powerful impact immediately took him back and flew out. He was fixed on the rockery behind him, gurgling with red blood.

Yang Feng blew a breath at his fingertips and sneered with disdain: "I don't know the current affairs. I warned you not to move. I have to pull out my gun, hum!"

"This... You!"

Seeing this scene, the gentleman was not benevolent and shook his God. He looked shocked and abnormal. Especially when he looked at the iron battle clothes, he was even more incredible.

But before the words were spoken, he heard a crisp sound from Kara. The iron war clothes were as ill as the wind. It was already a palm sealing the throat. Even if the whole throat bone of Jun Buren was broken, he couldn't speak.

Then the iron war clothes waved his claws and crushed Jun Buren's limbs. The last palm hit him on the chest and directly hit him so that he vomited blood and couldn't afford to be seriously injured.

So far, the two demons of the black soul sect were taken down.

Yang Feng walked to the front of the iron war clothes and was concerned: "old fellow, is everything okay?"

"Oh, nothing!"

The body trembled, and the iron armor stepped back slightly, as if afraid. Yang Feng felt a little strange when he saw this. Why are you hiding from me? We're together.

But soon, the iron suit recovered as before, hugged Yang Feng respectfully and said, "thank you, great Xia Yang, for your kindness and kindness this time. I can't thank you enough, ha ha!"

"Hey, you're welcome. It's all your own!"

Not take it seriously, Yang Feng didn't care much about the abnormal performance of the old iron. He then walked to the old fellow who was wearing black on the rockery. He said, "Hello, are you the king of the devil?" I asked you, "how can you get rid of the black soul print? If you promise to help me untie the black soul prints of those who are under your control, I will heal you immediately and save your life."

Ho ho ho!

Ignoring him, the old man in black just lowered his head, gasped heavily, and gurgling blood foam kept seeping from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care at all. He smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't regret my death for my black soul sect. I only wish my black soul sect would rule the world for generations to come!"

"You're dying. You're still thinking about the domination of the black soul sect. What daydream!"

Yang Feng was puzzled. The old man in black raised his eyes and glanced at him. He immediately showed a strange smile, shook his head and said, "great Xia, you won't understand. When you understand, it's already late, ha ha!"

Hoo!

As soon as the voice fell, the old man's eyes suddenly burst, and the black airflow floated out of his body. Then his head drooped and there was no life at all.

Seeing this, Yang Feng was in a hurry: "ah, what's the matter with him? How do I think he seems to have burned his soul? It's similar to the death of those who got the black soul seal? Shouldn't he get the black soul seal for himself?"

"He died by burning his soul. Don't worry about it, great Xia Yang. It's not a pity for such a person to die."

The fine awn in the eyes of iron war clothes flashed and made a sound.

Yang Feng took a deep look at him, but shook his head: "it doesn't matter if he dies. Who in the world will solve the black soul seal? Does it mean that my moon has to live with such a time bomb in her head all her life? Alas, poor!"

What... Moon?

The eyes slightly hissed, and a touch of cruelty flashed in the eyes of iron war clothes, but it soon converged again.

"Old fellow iron, how are you injured? Can you walk on your own?"

At this time, Yang Feng looked at tie Zhanyi and asked.

Tie Zhanyi waved his hand and said with a smile, "it doesn't hurt. Although I'm seriously injured, I can't die."

"Well, then go by yourself, and I won't help you. In addition, carry the ghost King's body to me, and I'll take it to the great sacrifice."

"Ah? I'll carry it?"

"Can I carry it?"

Yang Feng glanced sideways at him.

The beard couldn't stop shaking. Tie Zhanyi smiled bitterly and sighed: "I'm seriously injured..."

"You just said you're okay. Don't find a reason. The lazy donkey grinds shit and urinates too much. Hurry up, come with me carrying the body. If you have spare power, even this gentleman unkind will take it with you."

"I..."

The heart stagnated, the iron war clothes and beard trembled and rolled their eyes, but they could only succumb in the end.

Holding Jun unkind in one hand and carrying the body of the old man in black on the other, he followed Yang Feng like a little attendant, with a look of depression and disgust