Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 841 Weird
"How is it possible? My Yinfeng dagger actually turned into molten iron?" Seeing this scene, the assassin's eyes suddenly became dull.

However, he didn't have much time to be surprised. With a wave of Jiang Mo's palm, the scene of cyan flames roared out, heading towards the assassin.

The assassin was restrained, and he had no time to attack Feng Jieyu. Given a chance to adjust, Feng Jieyu cut off the connection with the vine very simply and neatly.

Just now, the assassin's dagger stabbed the vine, if not dealt with in time, it might affect Feng Jieyu.

"Huh, it's still really dangerous." Feng Jieyu said with some fear, clutching his chest.

Right now, it was much easier for her opponent to be stopped by Jiang Mo.

"Brother Jiang's strength...so strong."

Seeing Jiang Mo attacking the assassin with a crushing posture, Feng Jieyu opened and closed his small mouth slightly in surprise.

Before, she thought that Jiang Mo was about the same strength as her, but now she saw that she was far behind him.

boom!
The assassin's own strength is not high, and he is good at attacking secretly. Now even his own weapon has been melted, and his strength has dropped to the bottom.

After a few rounds, he was slapped on the chest by Jiang Mo.

Immediately, the air in the assassin's body flowed thousands of miles in an instant, and his figure flew out heavily.

Seeing Jiang Mo's swift attack, Feng Jieyu's beautiful eyes sparkled even more brilliantly.

She moved, came to Jiang Mo, and asked, "Brother Jiang, didn't you say earlier that you only have the strength of a five-star martial master? Now, it seems that even a six-star martial master is not your opponent, right? "

After finishing off the opponent, Jiang Mo also smiled slightly: "My current cultivation is indeed a five-star warrior. But how can the real combat power be measured by superficial cultivation?"

Hearing this, Feng Jieyu nodded thoughtfully, seeming to agree.

No matter how difficult it was for that assassin, at this moment, Jiang Mo and the two looked at the other battlefields.

The most difficult thing was Qiu Weiwei's place. Not only did he have to deal with opponents of similar level, but he also had to withdraw to protect Yu Yang.

As for Ning Ningshuang, she is an eight-star Martial Lord herself, and as the owner of the Spring God Palace, she must have cultivated a lot of advanced skills. Her opponent is in great trouble.

Turning his eyes, Xiong Yun's battlefield is also very exciting. This woman looks quiet and skillful, but when she really fights, she is like a female war god. Her opponent dare not get close at all.

As for the leader Yang Zonglin, Jiang Mo found that there seemed to be no sign of them here, and he didn't know where the battle went.

"With our strength, it's better not to join in the fun." Feng Jieyu said with a smile.

"Yeah." Jiang Mo nodded. He didn't really approve of this soul hunting team. He just took what he needed. Right now, he has completed his task.

After about half an hour like this, Yang Zonglin's figure finally appeared. Although his robes were a little tattered, he was full of energy. It was obvious that the old man opposite him was not his opponent.

As long as the leader wins, his own momentum will increase greatly, and soon, the soul hunting team will be expelled and flee in embarrassment.

Moreover, three corpses were left here.

Except for Yu Yang who was seriously injured, and Qiu Weiyi who was quite embarrassed, the others were fine.

"You boy, it's clear that the battle here is over, why don't you help us?" Qiu Weiwei glared at Jiang Mo after falling down.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo twitched his lips, and said calmly: "I only have the strength of a five-star martial master, how can I participate in the battle of a seven-star martial master? How is that different from courting death?"

It was good for Jiang Mo not to speak, but when he opened his mouth, Yu Yang was so angry that he almost spurted blood. Before that, he thought that Jiang Mo was not very strong, so he went to stop the short middle-aged man, but after the fight, he realized that If Qiu Weiwei hadn't come early, he would have almost died here.

Yang Zonglin took a deep look at Jiang Mo, then withdrew his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Although that old guy was beaten away by me, his strength is still tyrannical. Moreover, what he cultivates is the rare dark element force, it seems know a certain way of concealment."

"After entering the temple later, everyone must be careful about this person. I feel that this old guy should not have left too far."

As soon as Yang Zonglin said this, everyone present fell into silence. They all knew that the old guy Yang Zonglin was talking about was the leader of the opponent's soul hunting team, the real eight-star Martial Master.

When the enemy and us are evenly matched, it is almost impossible for one side to kill the other. Unless both are determined to go all out, otherwise the other side will be difficult to stop.

That's why most of the soul hunting team escaped with few casualties.

Just because they were defeated doesn't mean they were destroyed.

Everyone entered the temple with solemn expressions, their spirits tense, and they were ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

The broken wooden door creaked under the blowing wind.

It was Yang Zonglin who went in first, and everyone urged their own exercises, and the energy in Qihai flowed through the meridians of the whole body.

The moment they stepped into the temple, everyone seemed to feel that the cold wind could penetrate the bone marrow, which was unbearable.

"what--"

Feng Jieyu accidentally stepped on a dry bone and let out a scream.

At this time, the tattered wooden door was suddenly blown by a gust of wind and closed heavily.

At this time, Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the power of spiritual thoughts surged out from Niwan Palace, with a radius of hundreds of miles, all within his grasp.

If the old man wanted to reap the benefits of being a fisherman, it would be almost impossible.

"Xie Yu, be careful." Xiong Yun patted Feng Jieyu's shoulder lightly and said comfortingly.

call---
Yang Zonglin, who was walking in the front, suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound. When he turned his eyes, he saw that the ground was cracked and the weeds were pushed to the two sides. There was a rusty iron spear pointing towards Yang Zonglin. The lower back is here to go.

"Everyone be careful!"

Yang Zonglin yelled loudly, and immediately stretched out his palm and grabbed the iron spear. At the same time, a hideous ghost flew out from the ground, baring its teeth and claws, roaring towards Yang Zonglin.

The ghost's body seemed to be translucent, but the power pierced by the iron spear was no less than that of a human monk.

Jiang Mo was at the rearmost position. As far as he could see, the originally lifeless temple suddenly seemed to come alive at this moment.

Moreover, it still came alive in a very weird way.

(End of this chapter)