Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 840 Feng Jieyu's Opponent
The moment the short, middle-aged man stormed over, the sound of an air explosion could be heard faintly.

However, Yu Yang was very conceited, he didn't pay attention to that short middle-aged man at all.

"Get out of here."

Yu Yang snorted, raised his foot, and kicked his opponent.

A powerful force spread out, and Yu Yang made a move with a strong momentum. However, the short middle-aged man just stretched out his arm, and the palm of Yu Yang's right hand was like an eagle's claw. The feet were buckled tightly.

"Out of control."

The short, middle-aged man let out a cold snort, and immediately the force like a vast ocean poured out. Yu Yang's body was thrown out like a broken sandbag, and finally smashed heavily on a stone.

puff.

Yu Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were like seeing a ghost.

"This guy, so strong..."

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Yu Yang just thought that he was too careless, so the short middle-aged man caught the loophole.

In his eyes, since Jiang Mo, a five-star martial master, can fight that short middle-aged man for a long time, then with his peak six-star martial master's combat power, he should be able to kill him instantly, Yu Yang thought.

"I thought that everyone in your soul hunting team was as brave as that white-haired young man just now. If that's true, we will definitely lose. But now it seems that there are still some cats and dogs." The short middle-aged man The man laughed.

When his words fell into Yu Yang's ears, it became a great irony.

Yu Yang's face turned red, he didn't believe that he was not as good as a mere five-star martial master.

Thinking of this, he stomped heavily on the ground, and a long sword flashed out in his hand, stabbing straight at the short middle-aged man.

The light of the sword was dazzling, and the sound of the wind howled, rushing towards Yu Yang's opponent.

"Hey, you bastard, you still don't believe it. I'll let you see it today, your three-legged cat's strength is beyond the stage!"

The short, middle-aged man laughed strangely, and his speed suddenly increased several times, and he saw the dazzling sword light whistling around him, but there was no sword light that could fall on this man.

Yu Yang's pupils suddenly widened, and it was only when he really got close to the short man that he could feel an extremely terrifying pressure from him.

boom!
However, before Yu Yang could think about it, the short middle-aged man stretched out his palm and pressed it against Yu Yang's chest very quickly.

Yu Yang wanted to avoid it, but he was powerless, because no matter how he tried to avoid it, it seemed that he couldn't avoid it.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of dull sounds, like setting off firecrackers, resounded in Yu Yang's chest, and his body was directly blasted out. The trauma he suffered this time was several times more miserable than the first one.

It wasn't until this time that Yu Yang realized a truth, that is, people should not be judged by appearances, and the strength of this short middle-aged man is far beyond his ability to compete.

But what puzzled Yu Yang was that since this short middle-aged man was so powerful, wouldn't it be possible that the white-haired young man who just joined his soul hunting team also possessed such terrifying strength?

Yu Yang would not be so stupid as to think that the stalemate between Jiang Mo and the short middle-aged man just now was that the short middle-aged man was letting the water go.

The slightly fatter monk Qiu Weiwei had formidable strength, and he still had the upper hand against two monks.

Yu Yang seemed to have a good relationship with him. After seeing Yu Yang's defeat, he immediately retreated and blocked many attacks for Yu Yang.

The fighting here was fierce, but Feng Jieyu's place seemed very quiet.

Feng Jieyu uses wood-attributed energy, mainly for control, but her opponent is an assassin who uses a short dagger.

The opponent relies on speed, while Feng Jieyu keeps swinging vines, trying to entangle the opponent.

These back and forth contests made the battle here seem a little silent.

"Brother Jiang, why are you here?"

After seeing Jiang Mo, a flash of surprise flashed in Feng Jieyu's beautiful eyes. At this moment, the assassin wielding a short dagger felt a little apprehensive after seeing the white-haired young man standing beside Feng Jieyu.

As an assassin, his intuition for danger is much higher than that of ordinary people. The white-haired young man in front of him brought him great pressure.

"My opponent was snatched away, so I came to see if you need help here." Jiang Mo shrugged and said lightly.

Hearing this, Feng Jieyu had a happy smile on his face, and said, "Brother Jiang, that guy's speed is too fast, my vines can't get close to him at all."

Jiang Mo smiled, glanced at the assassin with the short dagger, and immediately said to Feng Jieyu, "Why don't you try again."

After the voice fell, Jiang Mo chopped the sole of his foot on the ground, and there was an invisible energy ripple, centered on the place where Jiang Mo was standing, and spread towards the surroundings.

When the energy ripples spread, a terrible pressure followed, and being in it was like falling into a puddle of mud.

That heavy pressure bypassed Feng Jieyu, and in the blink of an eye, wrapped up the assassin with the short dagger.

"Damn it, why did the gravity increase?"

When the energy ripples spread out, Feng Jieyu's opponent faintly felt it.

Feng Jieyu also noticed the changes in her surroundings. With a wave of her hands, two thick green vines emerged from the ground and entwined towards the assassin.

Seeing this, the assassin looked startled, and hurriedly urged his body to avoid it. However, the gravity exerted by Jiang Mo just now made it impossible for his figure to dodge quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the vines wrapped around his body, the assassin was shocked, and hurriedly swung his dagger, trying to cut off the iron chain-like vines.

However, tentacles grew out of the vines again, causing his body to be completely entwined, as if tying rice dumplings.

The assassin turned pale with fright. He turned his palm, and a small black bottle appeared in his palm. The mouth of the bottle poured out, and a layer of purple-red liquid was smeared on the dagger.

When the smell of the purple liquid came out, even Jiang Mo wrinkled his nose, obviously it was highly poisonous!
"Be careful!" Jiang Mo reminded. However, Feng Jieyu's combat experience is not that rich. She didn't know that the assassin could use poison. Some panicked.

"Hurry up and cut off your connection with that vine." Jiang Mo reminded again, at this moment, his figure flashed, and he appeared behind the assassin.

At this moment, the assassin didn't care too much if he wanted to kill him. Seeing Jiang Mo approaching, he instinctively waved his arm, and the dagger came towards Jiang Mo like a poisonous snake.

However, the assassin underestimated Jiang Mo's strength. When the dagger flew out, it froze in mid-air, and a blue flame rose up, and the dagger instantly turned into molten iron.

(End of this chapter)