"How is it possible? My Yin Wind Dagger has turned into molten iron?" Seeing this, the assassin's gaze suddenly became glazed.

However, he didn't have much time to be surprised, Jiang Mo waved his palm, and the cyan flame suddenly roared out and headed towards the assassin.

The assassin was pinned down and had no time to attack the wind again, and was given a chance to adjust, and the wind was able to cut off the connection with the vines very neatly.

Just now, the assassin's dagger was stabbed on the vine, and if it wasn't dealt with in time, I was afraid that it would affect Feng Jieyu.

"Whew, it's still really dangerous. Feng Jieyu covered his chest and said with some fear.

Right now, her opponent was stopped by Jiang Mo, but it was a lot easier.

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

Looking at Jiang Mo attacking the assassin in a crushing posture, Feng Jieyu's small mouth opened and closed slightly, surprised.

Before, she thought that Jiang Mo was about the same strength as herself, but now that she looks, she is 108,000 miles away from others.

Bang!

That assassin himself is not very strong, and he is good at secretly attacking and killing, and now even his own weapons have been melted, and his strength has dropped to the bottom.

A few rounds later, he was slapped on the chest by Jiang Mo.

Suddenly, the qi in the assassin's body instantly flowed for thousands of miles, and his body flew out heavily.

Seeing that Jiang Mo made a clean move, there were even more colorful ripples in his beautiful eyes.

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

After solving the opponent, Jiang Mo also smiled slightly: "My current cultivation is indeed a five-star martial artist. But how can the real combat effectiveness be measured by superficial cultivation?"

Hearing this, Feng Jieyu nodded thoughtfully, as if he thought so.

It was difficult for that assassin to become any more climate, and at this time, Jiang Mo and the others looked at several other battlefields.

The most difficult thing is Qiu Weiwei, who not only has to deal with opponents of the same level, but also has to withdraw to protect Yu Yang.

As for the condensation cream, she herself is an eight-star martial artist, and as the palace master of the Spring God Palace, her cultivation of advanced techniques must be quite a lot, and her opponent is considered to be unlucky.

With a turn of her 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 god of war, and her opponent does not dare to get close at all.

As for the leader Yang Zonglin, Jiang Mo found that it seemed that he had long been unable to see their traces here, and he didn't know where the battle had gone.

"With our strength, let's not join in the fun. Feng Jieyu opened his mouth and said with a smile.

"Hmm. Jiang Mo nodded, he didn't recognize this soul hunting team very much, he just took what he needed, and right now, he had completed his task.

In this way, about half an hour later, Yang Zonglin's figure appeared, although his robe was a little tattered, but his spirit was full, obviously the old man opposite was not his opponent.

As long as the leader wins, then the momentum of his side will be greatly increased, and soon, the soul hunting team will be expelled and flee in disarray.

Moreover, three bodies were left here.

Except for Yu Yang's injury, and Qiu Weiwei, who was quite embarrassed, the others had nothing to do.

"You kid, Fang has obviously ended the battle here, why don't you go and help us?" After Qiu Weiwei fell down, he glared at Jiang Mo.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo hooked the corners of his mouth and said lightly: "With only the strength of a five-star martial venerable, how can he participate in the battle of a seven-star martial venerable?

Jiang Mo didn't speak, it was okay, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yu Yang was so angry that he almost spurted blood, before he thought that Jiang Mo's strength was not very good, so he went to stop the short middle-aged man, but after the fight, he found out that if Qiu Wei hadn't come early, he himself would have almost died here.

Yang Zonglin glanced at Jiang Mo deeply, then retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Although that old guy was beaten away by me, his strength is still strong. Moreover, he cultivated a rare dark attribute Yuan Force, and he seemed to know some kind of concealment method. ”

"After entering the temple, everyone must be careful of this person. I have a feeling that this old guy hasn't been too far away. ”

As soon as Yang Zonglin's words came out, everyone present fell silent, and they all knew that the old guy in Yang Zonglin's mouth was the leader of the other party's soul hunting team, the real eight-star martial artist.

When the enemy and us are evenly matched, it is almost impossible for one side to kill the other, unless both are determined to fight hard, otherwise the other party wants to leave, and it is difficult to stop this side.

This is also the reason why most of the soul hunting team escaped, and there were few casualties.

Just because they're defeated doesn't mean they've been destroyed.

Everyone entered the temple with solemn expressions, tense and ready to deal with unexpected situations.

The tattered wooden door creaked in the wind.

It was Yang Zonglin who took the lead in entering, and everyone urged each of them to practice the exercises, and the Yuan Force in the sea of qi flowed all over the meridians around the body.

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

"Ah----h

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

At this moment, the tattered wooden door was suddenly blown by a gust of wind and slammed shut.

At this time, Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the power of divine thoughts surged out from the Mud Pill Palace, with a radius of hundreds of miles, all under his control.

If the old man from before wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, it would be almost impossible.

"Commentary, be careful. Xiong Yun gently patted Feng Jieyu's shoulder and said comfortingly.

Call-----

Yang Zonglin, who was walking in the front, suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound in his ears, and when he turned his eyes, he saw that the ground was cracked, the weeds were pulled to both sides, and there was a rusty iron spear, heading towards Yang Zonglin's waist.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Yang Zonglin let out a loud shout, and then his palm reached out and grabbed the iron spear, and at the same time, a very hideous-looking yin spirit flew out of the ground, opened its teeth and claws, and roared towards Yang Zonglin.

The body of the yin soul seemed to be translucent, but the power of the iron spear was not inferior to the strength of the human monk.

Jiang Mo was at the rear, and as far as his eyes could see, the originally lifeless temple suddenly seemed to come to life at this moment.

Moreover, it came to life in a very strange way.

(End of chapter)