A black light streaked across the boundless sky. After flying at an unparalleled speed for a while, the black shadow finally fell headlong, and was about to hit the ground, the black shadow flickered for a moment, and was already standing firmly in place.

This is a middle-aged man with a cold and ordinary face, his face is a little pale, but his eyes are shining, which makes people dare not look at it.

The place where he landed was a deserted wasteland within miles.

Once here, he let out a long breath and lightly pressed his chest. Then he took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and swallowed it.

The dragon snake of Devil's Crying Ridge can use its special talent to swallow black mist to make up for the loss of its true element, but Jimo Fanshu can't do it, even if he has already stood at the pinnacle of humanity, he can only adjust his injuries by swallowing pills.

The dragon snake of Devil's Cry Ridge is indeed worthy of its reputation, although he used the killer weapon that he has accumulated and cultivated for hundreds of years, and used the powerful divine power to break one of the dragon snake's fangs, but he himself was not lightly injured.

The dragon snake, when fighting him with the head and body of a snake, would use the snake's tail to accumulate strength. Just when he succeeded in the strong attack, and his mind relaxed for a moment, he launched a surprise attack.

Although Jimo Fanshu is the ancestor of the assassination world, this time he still capsized in the gutter.

This dragon snake is too cunning.

Slowly sat up, and between the urging of the true qi, the pill was completely dissolved, and the medicinal effect was transported to all parts of the body, and when the true qi and the medicinal effect were condensed into one, an extreme sense of comfort spread throughout the body.

After a long time, Jimo Vanshu opened his eyes, and the fierce light flickered for a moment, and then slowly faded.

Almost at the same time, all the momentum on his body also disappeared, and at this moment, he looked like the most ordinary middle-aged man, without the aura of a strong man who was in charge of the world's biggest killer sect.

Glancing back in the direction of Devil's Crying Ridge, he was extremely curious in his heart, how He Yiming and the others were able to drive that dragon snake.

When he first came to Devil's Cry Ridge, he didn't go deep into the black mist, but just watched from the cliffs on the periphery.

Such an action is not a provocation in any way, and the big snake will definitely not fight with him because of his watching, so the only possibility is that He Yiming and others will provoke it.

It's just that what he can't figure out is how smart a heaven and earth spirit beast like the dragon snake is, and how can it be easily provoked.

At this point, even if he wants to break his scalp, he has no clue.

After all, he wasn't a holy beast. Therefore, they will not understand the thoughts of these holy beasts, and naturally it is even more impossible to understand the intimate relationship between the holy beasts with the bloodline of the divine beasts.

Suddenly, Jimo Fanshu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked up at the distant sky.

There, suddenly, there was a colorful glow, flying towards the top of his head.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this was a Great Venerable of the Five Qi Dynasty, and he was driving the light of the divine weapon towards a certain place at this moment.

Slowly, Jimofanshu's face became gloomy, and he even doubted his eyes.

Colorful glow?

The Five Qi Great Venerables who could use the Colorful Glow, as far as he knew, seemed to be the only one. That's the mysterious weirdo who was with He Yiming and let go of him in order to buy time for the white horse to escape.

The thought of this mysterious strange man made a ripple ripple in his heart.

The exercises practiced by this person were extremely strange, and there was not even a trace of life breath on his body. If this person is able to worship under his disciples......

There was a glint in Jimo's eyes, perhaps the most gifted Assassin in the world.

However, he clearly remembered that in order to chase the white horse, he did not spare his hand at all. The power of that palm was so great that almost all of its strength had been used, and since that person's martial arts cultivation had not reached the pinnacle of humanity, then it would definitely be certain death.

However, when he looked at the colorful glow flying in the sky at this moment, his firm confidence finally wavered a little.

The divine light of each person's divine weapon is different, and the divine light of flight is even more so.

If you want to make a colorful glow when flying, in the life of Jimo Fanshu, there is only that person.

He hesitated for a moment, his body was already soaring into the air, and in the black mang, he rushed straight into the sky.

Jimo Fanshu was sure that if it was really that person in this colorful glow, then the direction he was heading must be Devil's Cry Ridge. And flying over the head is undoubtedly the shortest road.

His speed was so fast that the black mang was already high in the sky in an instant, and waited for the colorful glow to approach.

Slowly, the speed of the colorful glow decreased, but the man did not run away, but began to deviate from the original direction, clearly trying to bypass Jimo Vanshu and continue to advance.

frowned, this time even Jimo Fanshu couldn't figure out if this person was the person he was expecting.

If it was really that person, after seeing himself, where would he be so calm.

With a light cough, Jimo Fanshu said in a loud voice: "Your Excellency, please stay. ”

His voice spread far away, and there was a faint roar.

The rainbow light stopped, and the glow on the countenance slowly dissipated. A face that was unusually familiar to Jimofanshu was revealed. After seeing this face, the founder of Huangquanmen couldn't help but jump out of the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't control it.

This person is indeed the mysterious and powerful figure beside He Yiming, but unlike what Jimo Fanshu imagined, his eyes are quite indifferent, not only can he not see the slightest resentment towards himself, but he does not even have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

After seeing these eyes, Jimofanshu even wondered if he had given him a fatal blow.

At least, he has self-knowledge, knowing that if he gets along with each other, then he will either turn around and run away, or go forward and fight hard, and there can be so calm there.

At the thought of calm, his heart suddenly moved, and his mind turned around one hundred and eight again, only to find that even when one hundred and eight was flying in the air, he did not show the slightest breath of life.

His heart throbbed, such a powerful body, such a remarkable talent, if this person did not become an assassin, it would be a real tyrannical thing.

"What's the matter?" a calm voice came from one hundred and eight's mouth.

Jimo Fanshu said in a deep voice, "Do you know me?"

One hundred and eight said without hesitation: "Yes." ”

Jimo Fanshu said coldly: "Since you know me. Aren't you afraid of me? He smiled, and the powerful momentum that had disappeared suddenly emanated even more violently.

If the divine operator was also here, then he would definitely hide his face in shame and run away, because the momentum between the two of them was not on the same level at all.

Jimofanshu's voice rang out violently in the sky like a thunderbolt.

"The old man can hurt you the first time, and he can hurt you a second time. ”

Under the impact of such a surging momentum, Bai Tuoba's expression did not change in the slightest, he nodded slowly, as if he had heard something very ordinary, and said indifferently: "I know." ”

Jimo Fanshu's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the face of One Hundred and Eight. But in his heart, there was a monstrous giant that was no less than the momentum of the sky.

He had done it with all his might, and under his aura, everything was subservient, even some insects hidden in the darkest corners stopped all their movements and curled up.

His immense immense momentum had already made all living beings feel the horror of death.

However, the person in front of him, he actually stood calmly in mid-air, letting the surging momentum spread around him, but he was indifferent.

This result made Jimofanshu feel a kind of depression that wanted to vomit blood.

Even if one hundred and eight burst out at this moment with a momentum that was not inferior to him and confronted him, it would definitely not surprise him even more at this moment.

"It's good that you know...... Hey!" Jimofan suddenly found that he seemed to have nothing to say in front of this mysterious figure like a wooden man.

"What else do you have to do?" Hundred and Eight continued to say calmly, "If it's okay, I'm leaving." ”

Jimo Fanshu was stunned for a moment, it seemed that it was the first time in hundreds of years that someone had spoken so casually in front of him.

He opened his mouth, and the words that he wanted to reprimand came to his lips but suddenly changed: "Do you want to learn the art of assassination?"

One hundred and eight shook his head without hesitation and said, "I never kill." ”

Jimo Fanshu was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face became extremely funny. A Great Venerable of the Five Qi actually said that he never kills, some people say that someone has to believe it!

One hundred and eight nodded at him and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving." ”

The rainbow of light spread, covering his face again, and then enveloping him straight in the direction of Devil's Cry Ridge.

Jimo Vanshu had several thoughts in his mind, but in the end he didn't intercept him.

It's not that he suddenly relented, but that he had a peculiar premonition in his heart, even if he intercepted him, or even killed him again, he was afraid that he would come back from the dead.

As soon as he thought of this, Jimo Fanshu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he spread out his hands, thinking back to the scene he had fought with Hundred and Eight.

Soon, he had already determined that he had indeed bombarded with all his strength, and he had hit one hundred and eight strongly.

At the pinnacle of humanity, as long as it is slapped. Then it must be certain death, and there will be no life.

He has a strong sense of confidence in this.

It's just that I looked at the direction in which Hundred and Eight left, and then looked at the sky that was still dim and didn't even have moonlight.

A chill suddenly appeared in Jimo's heart.

Isn't it a ......

Hell yes!