Chapter 398

"Escape!" This is the only thought in Yixin's mind. He has almost no resistance to Shen Feng in this state.

He thought in his mind, ready to run away while the smoke had not dispersed.

"Whoosh..." several Ninja darts blocked his way. These Ninja darts were thrown by Jiahe Qingzi.

As a ninja, her action in the smoke bomb is basic, and she knows the action of Yixin like the back of her hand.

"Bitch!" A letter secretly scolded and wanted to urge the internal Qi in the body to hit the Ninja darts on the palm.

But he found that the evil Qi carried a hot breath and ran through his body, swallowing the evil Qi in his body. Now he can't lift a trace of internal Qi, let alone hit the flying Ninja dart.

Yixin bit his teeth with hatred, and immediately retreated to look for other escape opportunities.

But before the smoke dispersed, a violent evil spirit came.

Under such a powerful force, Yixin had no resistance at all and tried his best to retreat back.

"Boom!" A loud cry.

The huge sword in the hands of the ghost and God stood on the ground. A deep pit was hit on the ground, countless gravel flew around, and an air wave spread, lifting Yixin's body out in an instant.

"Poof." One spit out a blood arrow in one's mouth and fell not far away.

After a letter fell to the ground, he immediately climbed up from the ground in embarrassment. The black monk's robe had been soaked with blood. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, and his vicious eyes stared at the direction of the smoke and dust.

In the smoke, a huge body slowly appeared.

Shen Feng was holding a hundred war knife, his eyes were dark, his whole body was full of evil spirits, and a ghost stood behind him, slowly coming over.

Jiahe Qingzi saw that there was no way to escape, so he hurried to Wu Ao's side.

At this time, Wu Ao has a knife in his chest, but she can't pull it out. As soon as she pulls it out, Wu Ao will die immediately.

She felt his breath and pulse, and her eyes showed helplessness.

Because this knife has penetrated Wu Ao's lungs, the blood has spread in the cavity, and he has suffered serious internal injury, which is hopeless.

Wu Ao has no strength to speak. He can only squint his eyes, leaving a trace of consciousness.

"Who are you from the demon clan?" A letter covered his chest and said very weakly.

He felt that his internal organs were about to be broken when the air wave moved just now. It was reluctantly that he stood up.

"You don't care who I am, but you must be a dead man today!" Shen Feng's dark eyes looked at a letter, cold and incomparable.

Shen Feng walked over step by step with a hundred war knife.

"You can't kill me. Like you, I belong to the demon clan." A letter looked at Shen Feng coming, trembling.

He regretted now. He thought he had laid a trap here and could completely catch or kill Shen Feng, but he didn't think he killed Wu Ao by mistake, which aroused Shen Feng's anger.

"No matter who you are, you will die today!" Shen Feng's words had no trace of emotion.

A letter saw that he couldn't make sense, so a pair of eyes quickly looked in the direction of the back door. It was from there that he sneaked in.

"Spell it!" A letter suddenly bit her fingertips, then shook her hand and drew a circle on the ground around her.

Then he put his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, chanted words in his mouth, and the blood on the ground began to release a strange red awn.

"Kill!" Shen Feng gave a low roar, and the blade of the hundred battles blade in his hand was cold, and the evil spirit roared and chopped fiercely in the direction of Yixin.

Just when the blade was less than one meter away from Yixin, Yixin suddenly opened his eyes, the fundus of his eyes was red and a trace of darkness.

"Blood Buddha seal!" A letter roared.

As his voice fell, his clothes were windless and automatic, and his palms were pushed forward, and a blood-colored 'spear' pattern appeared in the center of his palms.

The 'spear' pattern came out of the palm, magnified to two or three meters in an instant, and went up against Shen Feng's Baizhan knife.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the sword in the hands of the ghost and God hit the bloody word "卍", making a roar, forming an air wave and a ripple in the air.

After this blow, Shen Feng felt a great force coming from the Baizhan knife in his hand.

This force can be described as terrible. Its strength is even no less than that of the huge creature at base 3.

Under the fluctuation of great power and air wave, the evil spirit on the ghost and God behind Shen Feng immediately dissipated in the air

Shen Feng's figure retreated backward and withdrew from a distance of seven or eight meters.

"Miso!" With a sound, Shen Feng suddenly inserted his Baizhan knife into the ground, and then stabilized his body.

Looking at the letter, she ran to the door of the back door. Jiahe Qingzi was surprised by the power just erupted by the letter, but she reacted quickly and threw a ninja dart in her hand.

"Whoosh!" The Ninja dart shot at Yixin's back.

But the letter didn't seem to mean to dodge, "poof." With a sound, the Ninja dart directly penetrated the monk's robe and embedded into his body.

Yixin's body stumbled, but the speed under his feet did not decrease, and continued to rush towards the back door.

"Bang!" With a, he opened the back door and escaped directly.

Jiahe Qingzi saw this and his body flashed. When he was about to catch up, Shen Feng's low voice came.

"Wait a minute, catch up later." Shen Feng looked at the direction of Yixin's departure, and his cold eyes flashed in his eyes. Yixin must die, but he just kept him for a few minutes.

With that, Shen Feng said to Jiahe Qingzi, "go and ask someone to save him!"

Although Jiahe Qingzi knew that Wu Ao was hopeless, she still obeyed Shen Feng and ran out to call people.

Shen Feng hurried to Wu Ao's side. He looked at the dying Wu AO and clenched his fist with hatred.

"Brother, hold on!" Shen Feng said to Wu Ao.

After hearing Shen Feng's voice, Wu Ao regained some consciousness, slowly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up.

Shen Feng saw that his nose was sour. He knew it was a reflection and immediately held Wu Ao.

"Brother Shen, our competition may not be completed." Wu Ao looked at Shen Feng and said very weakly.

"Be sure to hold on!" Shen Feng roared.

"I can't. take care of my sister for me and let the boy be nice to my sister." Wu Ao continued to Shen Feng.