The momentum of grabbing the throat roared like an arrow from a string, and this side of the prison was instantly shrouded in cold, and the depression was so oppressive that people could not breathe.

Yan Wuyi was suddenly shocked, and when he attracted the strong spiritual power to obliterate the strength of the shoulder injury, he almost wanted to spurt blood, and suddenly encountered a crisis, but he could only step back into the clouds, his body was like a Yan rebellion, and he pulled his right arm and suddenly turned around.

"The smoke cloud of the vulture is invisible, chasing the stars and lightning!"

Hearing only a roar burst open, Yan Wuyi hurriedly moved out the third move he had mastered, and his body seemed to be flying sideways, step by step.

The spiritual momentum in his palm has not been reduced, and with his moves, he dodges the knife and slashes sideways, and a little bit of light green energy actually overflows from his meridians, like a rune superimposed on Yan Wuyi's one-handed attack.

"Whew!"

A gust of wind swept by, and this smoke cloud chasing stars really dodged the vicious bloody knife killing of the warrior!

The martial artist lost his mind in an instant, never thought that this kid was as flexible as a ghost, fusing the moves of the rivers and lakes with spiritual power, and actually had the miraculous effect of dodging his full force.

Yan Wuyi never thought that a clever move of chasing stars in the smoke clouds would ghostly avoid the edge of the blood knife. But the figure-like figure is really amazing.

The three moves and five changes that I have mastered are stepping on the snow without a trace, the Dharma body without a trace, and this move is a mixture of five changes: the brake shadow changes for thousands of miles without a trace, the clouds and clouds rush to thunder, go through the wind, step on the snow of the fish and dragon dive, and the birds move.

At the beginning, it was only an ordinary martial arts trick in the rivers and lakes, and it was regarded as a thing to strengthen the body through perennial practice, but now it can cultivate martial arts, attract aura, and the two are combined, and they are not weaker than their combat skills.

"Die. ”

Yan Wuyi said coldly, found an opportunity to lean and blasted towards the waist of the martial artist, bringing a burst of spiritual energy, shaking the Quartet.

The warrior sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to draw his sword to block back, but in the panic, his steps were unsteady, and he was slapped by the thunderous palm of the young man in front of him.

"Poof!"

A burst of blood mist drifted, a miserable scream scattered, and the warrior was bombarded by the terrifying palm on the weak part of his body, and his waist and kidneys were torn in an instant, vomiting blood again and again, and there was no power to parry.

Yan Wuyi inhaled cold air in pain, and hurriedly withdrew his red left palm, although he frustrated three people in a row, he didn't dare to be careless, and what really urged people to die was the middle-aged martial artist who had not yet done it outside the prison.

The middle-aged warrior's eyes were quite surprised, thinking that Yan Wuyi, who was born poor, would have such a delicate footwork technique, and he would defeat his subordinates who had been in the human realm for many years in three or two clicks, and his heart tightened, so he stabbed with an iron sword.

Tonight did encounter some twists and turns, the young man in prison was much more ruthless than he thought, decisive and calm, and dared to take risks, if he was lucky enough to survive, he would definitely let the tiger return to the mountain and hide in his body.

Yan Wuyi's gradually calming state of mind was once again set off by the seemingly sluggish killing moves of the middle-aged martial artist.

"This person's realm is definitely more than the leyline, a body of coercion makes me unable to move, the sword is so clumsy, it seems that I have to die here tonight!"

Yan Wuyi's face turned pale in an instant, his thin body trembled slightly, and a strong sense of unwillingness appeared in his eyes, he wanted to take back control of his body.

At this time, the four orifices in the body were still continuously spewing pure spiritual power to nourish the whole body, and the qi was frantically impacting all parts of the body that were shocked by the coercive sword momentum.

"Ahem......"

The lifeless impact finally caused him to cough up several mouthfuls of hot blood, and the bloody wound on his shoulder was suddenly torn, and the pain that devoured his soul finally dispelled the numbness of his body.

But at this time, it was too late to hide anymore, and the sword reached the forehead, and the chill of death slowly spread around.

"Am I going to die?"

Yan Wuyi's deep eyes flashed a trace of panic, and then vanished, only a smile on the corner of his mouth, and in an instant, countless scenes seemed to pass through his mind: the cute Wuyu, the dilapidated old house, and even the dead trees in the courtyard...... It's all vivid.

If a middle-aged martial artist doesn't make a move, he will be as fast as lightning when he makes a move, leaving no chance for the opponent.

After more than ten years of assassin career, he will never tolerate a trace of compassion, even if the young man in front of him is extremely cold, he will only die under his sword.

The heavy sword is heavier than the heart, and the light sword is lighter than the form.

After all, the middle-aged warrior burst into a cruel smile, and stabbed forward suddenly, when the blood was sprinkled on the sword, it would always give him an inexplicable pleasure.

"Boom!"

At the last moment, a cracking sound was like a thunderbolt rolling out on the ground, and this huge Xuanfu Temple could not escape its invasion, and it shook a few times with the reverberating monstrous loud sound.

At this time, the sword fell, and a violent aura directly blasted away the hideous-looking middle-aged warrior mercilessly, slumping like a dead dog and crashing into the iron prison behind him, with a burst of abnormal noise, and there was no life.

This sudden force, as if a god had descended, easily pierced the invincible middle-aged warrior, and the strength of the sea swept like a violent wind, whistling in the dungeon.

The rest of the criminals in the prison had huddled in the corner of the iron prison without dignity when this group of warriors entered the dungeon, and now they were attacked by this violent loud noise, all of them were groggy and wailing again and again.

Yan Wuyi was stunned on the spot, only to feel that his brain was illusory, and the long-lasting tinnitus filled his consciousness, and it took a long time to come to his senses.

"Hell? or earth?"

He looked at his intact body in disbelief, but the shattered scene in front of him clearly came into view, and the terrifying power that came from nowhere pulled him over when he was walking on the brink of death.

"Of course it's hell, boy, why don't you kneel when you see this seat, believe it or not, and send you into the Asura Bitter Sea, the Styx on the other side......?"

On the side, the sloppy young man who covered his ears with his left hand and crossed the sky with his right palm was full of sorrow and spat out the filth in his mouth, and hurriedly withdrew his right hand and pulled up his tattered clothes to cover his mouth and nose to prevent the stinking breath from eroding his noble soul.

"Hell is like the world, the world is like hell, the younger brother is in trouble, the eldest brother still has to help. ”

Mo Zhicicada grinned and said, Yan Wuyi saw that he looked inserious, and he also understood, and couldn't help but secretly take luck.

Just now, when the middle-aged warrior wanted to take his life, he didn't know what kind of method Mo Zhicicada had used, and he actually rescued himself from the heavy sword, and the powerful power even knocked the middle-aged warrior who had cultivated to a high level into the air.

"Thanks to you, otherwise we would have died here. ”

Yan Wuyi was filled with a relaxed smile for the rest of his life, but his face was pale due to the shoulder injury, and his right hand couldn't use any strength, so he sealed the acupoint with luck, recited the magic trick, and the spiritual power in his body was like jade wine to moisten his throat, repairing the meridians and flesh on his shoulder that were damaged by the strength of the blood knife.

"Fortunately, the young master was witty, and when he left the palace, he stole a shock talisman from Uncle Jiu, otherwise we would have been cut down by these thieves. ”

Mo Zhicicada ostentatiously shook a simple jade talisman in his hand, and the talisman was carved with a spirit beast that seemed to come from ancient times, and the lifelike and exquisite image jumped in front of him, which could make people feel a deep sense of distance.

"It's a pity that I can only use it once, I knew to take a few more. Mo Zhicicada felt a pity and muttered that he should bring more good things.

snatched the jade talisman from his hand, Yan Wuyi took a closer look, this jade talisman was cool all over, faintly flashing with a faint light, and the material he wanted to make it was also a rare thing in the world.

It is this jade talisman the size of half a palm, but it can give birth to the power of shaking the Xuanfu Temple, it can be seen how powerful the person who engraved this talisman is, and the young man in front of him who said "stealing" so justifiably, what kind of background does he have behind him?

Although Yan Wuyi had many doubts in his heart, Mo Zhicicada didn't say it, and he wouldn't ask.

Friendship with friends is the most important and sincere, get along with each other for a day, and also have an understanding of Mo Zhi Cicada, although it is not reliable, but it is also extremely righteous to himself.