Chapter 948

Wind Yi ink forced to suppress the chest, blood gas churning, palms turned, a black long knife appeared, hands clenched, God's body of Yuan Li crazy into the blade, aimed at Puyang venerable mercilessly cut down!

This Dao is the best Dao Dao Dao Lian Shen Dao that he has never used before. When he saw that the edge of the Dao flickered, it suddenly became seventy-eight feet. The situation changed. The space between them was divided into two parts, which seemed to be slow and urgent.

Feng Yimo doesn't know any Sabre technique, but he knows the secret of Tiangang sword. This sabre, in fact, is a startling sword. The body of the sabre radiates the power of rules, forming a field of kendo, sealing the space of Puyang master up and down!

Puyang master's heart was cold, and his whole body was full of fire clouds. He broke out in the field of fire clouds to the maximum extent. To break free from the shackles of fengyimo Kendo, he had to avoid this amazing knife. However, before he moved, his legs suddenly tightened. Looking down, his legs were tightly wrapped by two thick vines, and he could not move.

He was on fire. He just wanted to trap himself. He was delusional. At this point, the flame came out on his legs, and he wanted to burn the vine.

However, he didn't know that this vine was the trunk of Xuantian immortal vine, the second part of Fengyi ink. He was not afraid of ordinary flame, even the Ninth level spirit flame. So, without waiting for Puyang master to break free from the shackles of Xuantian immortal vine, he came to him to refine the magic sword!

In a hurry, the Puyang master raised his hand to block. In his opinion, his strong body must be safe.

However, when his arm just touched the falling alchemy knife, he felt a pain in the sea, and a transparent arrow penetrated into it, tearing his sea almost instantly.

Ah!!

Puyang venerable screams, arm meal, mana stagnation, refining magic knife on the heavy cut in his cross arm!

Ah!! Bang!

A scream, a dull sound, Puyang venerable was split, a pair of arms bloody, almost split.

Because of the damage of divine consciousness, his seven tricks began to seep blood. Fear filled his heart. He couldn't think about it carefully. He pinched the secret with one hand, turned around and ran away.

However, he forgot that his legs were still entangled by the Xuantian immortal vine. Even if he was split, the Xuantian immortal vine was still tightly wrapped around his legs. The blood dripping from his arms was not wasted. It was absorbed by the Xuantian immortal vine and became red and gorgeous!

Bang!

Just after flying out of Zhangxu, Puyang's figure was dragged back abruptly, hiss! Twice, two more vines flew out, wrapped around the arms of Puyang venerable, rising more than ten feet, four vines, as if to hang his land immortal high in the mid air.

Bang!!

With a clear sound, the magic sword was refined again, and the sword was cut off head on. At this time, the Puyang venerable is like a prisoner sentenced to death, hanging high and South Gate, waiting to be beheaded!

"No..." The master of Puyang saw that the edge of the sword was getting closer and closer, and he was scared out of his wits. He just yelled out a word, and the magic sword had already crossed his head.

Click!

The four vines tore the body of Puyang master into four pieces. Before they fell to the ground, the vines rolled inside and devoured it completely, not even a drop of blood was wasted.

Ordinary!

Feng Yimo tried his best to use the second amazing sword. He had already collapsed and fell on his back. He was panting, his head was buzzing, and the tree of divine consciousness was withered.

Elder Lingxi is numb. He didn't expect that Feng Yimo, a late Mahayana monk, actually killed a real land immortal. Although Puyang master was seriously injured before, and his blood escape skill hurt the root, he could kill more than ten monks in one field. But who would have thought that he was lost in the hands of an unknown Mahayana monk Go, it will shock the whole spirit world!

"Little brother, are you ok?" Elder Lingxi came in a hurry, looking at the swaying vines dozens of feet high with fear. He said that where did the little brother get such a thing? It's so powerful.

Feng Yimo struggles to get up. He is scared. At this time, he recovers his human form and looks at his injured right hand. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhenxian's body is so strong that it surpasses him. Thanks to the Silver Dragon Armor's 40% power, otherwise his right hand will be useless.

"It's all right. It's just taking off power. Are you all right, brother?" Wind Yi Mo threw two healing elixirs into his mouth to quickly refine the medicine.

"Thank you, little brother. You saved my brother again. By the way, didn't you leave? How did you show up here?" Elder Lingxi asked curiously.

"Haha, I guess he won't let go of anyone who knows about his escape. If someone who knows the inside story leaves alive, then he will have no face to mingle in the spirit world. The land immortal has escaped without fighting and framed his fellow disciples. Who can look up to him? Therefore, he should stay outside and eradicate all those who know the truth! " Wind Yi Mo road.

"It's still my little brother!" Elder Lingxi sincerely exclaimed, "little brother, you saved my brother twice. How can I thank you?"

The wind Yi Mo looks a positive, way: "elder brother, since you and I are forgetting to make friends, call brothers, again such dogma, don't want to recognize my this elder brother?""No, I'm wrong!" Elder Lingxi was full of shame and sighed: "I've lived for more than 8000 years, and my heart is not as good as you!"

"Ha ha, I'm serious!" Feng Yimo regained a trace of mana, jumped up, waved, took the second part, refined the magic sword, and naturally Puyang master's storage ring, hugged his fist and said: "it's not too late, elder brother, go back as soon as possible, younger brother is going to leave!"

"Well, if there are too many words, the elder brother won't say any more. Take care of yourself, younger brother!"

"Old brother, be careful all the way!"

A few months later, five figures appeared in a desolate area to the north of Voldemort branch of Lingxiao world. They were two men and three women. They were the five people in fengyimo's group who came from tens of thousands of miles away.

Because he had never been to Voldemort's branch, he couldn't use his full skills. Therefore, Feng Yimo could only go on his way slowly, spanning 17 branches.

It seems that the events on the island of Aaron have not affected the other branches. Each branch has a peaceful atmosphere.

"Brother Feng, how far is it?" Liu ruomei frowned and asked, "this desolate plain has been walking for three days. When will it end?"

Feng Yimo said with a smile: "the Voldemort branch is the first branch in the LingXiao kingdom. It doesn't mean a large population, but a vast area, which is twice the size of the ordinary branch. This bloody Python wasteland alone is half the size of the branch. Well, I think it will take two or three days. If you look at these wastelands, you can go back to Xumi bracelet."

Liu ruomei pouted his mouth, hugged Feng Yimo's left arm and said angrily, "I'm not going back. I want to follow brother Feng!"

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