First the blood leech, then the war spirit, each of them is an existence that should not be underestimated, Wan Junbo doesn't know what else Mu Feng has, and what else can shock him, but just with the two things in front of him, it is worth waiting for.

The hundred demon beasts all died, and only one of them was left to sit down this mad lion in the late stage of Jindan, while the other party's hundred battle spirits were already pressing towards him, although Wan Junbo's face was solemn, he didn't see the slightest panic, and he didn't even take a step back. 、

"If you think that I only have such a few means, then you are underestimating me!"

Wan Junbo smiled coldly, and said, "Let me show you my true strength!"

As he spoke, he patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and the 'buzzing' sound sounded instantly, and he saw dozens of white mosquitoes immediately appear beside Wan Junbo, this white mosquito is much larger than ordinary mosquitoes, the size of a bee, and the whole body is white, it looks very beautiful, but the long mouthparts destroy this beauty.

"It's up to you to see if your battle spirit can stop my soul killing mosquito!" Wan Junbo sneered, and after his mind moved, dozens of spirit devouring patterns turned into white lines and shot away from the battle spirit.

Soul killer mosquito is a kind of demon beast with the same name as the blood leech, it is also a low intelligence, completely dependent on the master's envoy, its speed is more than the blood leech, the blood leech is a natural immunity to the vitality, only like the essence of the monk's blood, and the soul killer mosquito also has a natural immunity to the vitality, but it does not like the essence of blood, it will only hurt the spirit of the element.

They all have one thing in common, if they want to pose a threat to the monk, they must break the monk's body, the leech can burrow into the monk's body, and go straight to the monk's essence and blood, but the soul killing pattern cannot, but its venom can also directly attack the monk's sea of consciousness and hurt the monk's original spirit.

The appearance of the Soul Killer Mosquito did make those war spirits stunned, but it was only a meal, and then, the battle intent on the bodies of the hundreds of war spirits rose rapidly, facing those white silk threads.

The astonishing speed of the soul killer mosquito is not comparable to these war souls, the white silk thread quickly passed through the war soul, causing the war soul to roar more intensely, but it was not really harmed, the war spirit belongs to the soul, but the important thing is not his soul, but the battle spirit, and the battle spirit is the root of the support of the war soul.

Soul killer mosquitoes can cause damage to the monk's primordial spirits, but for these war spirits without bodies, they are powerless, but under their speed, every attack of the war spirits is missed, and they can't do damage.

Wan Junbo's mind moved, and those soul-killing mosquitoes immediately threw off those battle spirits and went straight to Mu Feng, and Wan Junbo's face changed instantly, just because the two blood leeches had come straight to him.

As far as Wan Junbo, who is an expert in beast control, of course he knows the characteristics of blood leeches, so he didn't dodge, let alone use Yuan Qi defense, but a sword-shaped magic weapon instantly appeared in front of him, followed by a shield magic weapon in his hand.

The sword-shaped natal magic weapon attacked the two blood leeches, and the shield-shaped magic weapon was tightly guarded by his side, cautiously looking at the figures of the two silver blood leeches, although the blood leeches were troublesome, Wan Junbo was still confident that he would block the blood leeches before Mu Feng died.

When those battle spirits saw dozens of soul-killing mosquitoes rushing towards Mu Feng, they suddenly felt angry, and they all turned around and wanted to return to Mu Feng's side, but the speed of the soul-killing mosquitoes was beyond their reach, and they could only watch as dozens of soul-killing patterns all fell on Mu Feng's body.

As if feeling the danger of his master, or angry at his own powerlessness, a hundred war spirits roared in unison, and a hundred war spirits rushed to the sky, the battle spirit was like a knife, and a hundred war knives were cut down together, but the target was not Mu Feng, but Wan Junbo.

Although these hundred war spirits have not fully awakened their spiritual wisdom, they know that Mu Feng is their master, the master is in danger, but they can't do anything, such anger all erupts, since they can't defend themselves against the enemy for the master, then kill the enemy for the master, and this enemy is Wan Junbo.

Wan Junbo, who was busy resisting the blood leeches, felt the attack of the war spirit, his face instantly became ugly, and he could no longer care about being entangled with the blood leech, his body rose rapidly into the sky, and finally dodged the attack of the war spirit, but the mad lion of the Jindan period where he sat down was too slow, and after blocking several attacks one after another, he finally died under the war knife.

Wan Junbo, who rose to the sky, did not look ugly because of the death of the mad lion, but his face was happy, he had already felt that the soul-killing mosquito was about to pierce Mu Feng's body, as long as the venom of the soul-killing mosquito entered Mu Feng's body, then he would be able to win completely, and he could also get the peerless technique.

Since the battle spirit could not leave the range of the soul soldiers, it was completely powerless against Wan Junbo in the air, and could only look up to the sky and roar there.

They can't, but the leeches with independent consciousness can, they follow the moment Wan Junbo takes off in the air, although they have not been able to get close to the other party's body, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up, this is Mu Feng, this is the blood leech with the same thinking as Mu Feng.

Seeing the leeches coming, Wan Junbo had no choice but to fight again, although he couldn't hurt the other party, and the other party couldn't hurt himself, but he couldn't take it lightly, otherwise, it would only be himself who was unlucky, so the two sides fell into this tug-of-war between you and me.

On the other side, after dozens of soul-killing mosquitoes all fell on Mu Feng's body, they impatiently stabbed the long mouthparts against Mu Feng's body, but the result was not the blood they expected, but a crisp sound, as if this time, the stabbing was not the flesh, but a steel plate.

The unwilling soul-killing mosquitoes once again dropped the long mouthparts, and the result was still the same, and even their mouthparts were cracked, which was caused by excessive force.

Although the soul killer mosquito is as famous as the blood leech, its damage to the flesh is not as good as the blood leech, and even the blood leech only punctures Mu Feng's slightly, not to mention them.

Wan Junbo, who was connected to these soul-killing mosquitoes, also knew the situation here, and the look of surprise finally disappeared, he didn't expect that Mu Feng's physical body was so strong that he couldn't even break the soul killing pattern, the so-called wrong step and wrong step, his biggest killing move couldn't help Mu Feng, unless he did it himself.

But there are still two difficult guys beside him, and he doesn't give himself a chance to free up his hand at all, but things have come to this point, and he has lost so much, so how can Wan Junbo be willing to retreat like this.

While resisting the attack of the blood leech, he kept thinking to himself, and after a while, Wan Junbo's face finally showed a trace of reluctance, but then this reluctance turned into ruthlessness, and after dodging an attack from the blood leech, he hurriedly took out a golden talisman from the storage bag.

And hurriedly threw out the golden talisman at Mu Feng, the moment the talisman left his hand, it immediately turned into a golden giant eagle, and the amazing momentum instantly filled the audience, and he let out a terrible hiss in the sky, and hurried towards Mu Feng.

Maybe the roar of this golden eagle was too loud, and Mu Feng, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes after this hiss, and a layer of death instantly filled his body, and immediately enveloped all the soul-killing mosquitoes on his body.

No matter how powerful the Soul Killer Mosquito is, it can't resist the erosion of the breath of death, and before they can escape, they are all eroded, and there are no bones left, and they have no bones.

Immediately afterwards, the hundred war spirits disappeared in an instant, and when they reappeared, they were already standing behind Mu Feng, looking at the golden eagle that came quickly, Mu Feng supported the sky with one hand, and a hundred zhang light knife was instantly formed, and at the same time, the hundred war spirits also immediately poured their battle intent into this light knife.

The Baizhang Light Knife soared again, slashing down at the Golden Eagle, the Golden Eagle and the Light Knife collided together in an instant, and in the violent explosion, the golden feathers on the Golden Eagle withered away, as if it were real, and with a wail, it retreated.

And Mu Feng's light knife also collapsed abruptly, but immediately, the light knife in his hand took shape again, still slashing towards the Golden Eagle, and the Golden Eagle did not show weakness to meet again.

The golden feather rained down, the light knife disappeared and reappeared, the sound of explosions, the sound of the sound was in the ears, neither of the two retreated, it was so hard, the scene was spectacular and tragic, the momentum of the golden eagle was also slashed down by Mu Feng again and again, getting weaker and weaker, and the light knife condensed by Mu Feng was also getting weaker and weaker, and the consumption of both was not light.

On the other side, Wan Junbo's face was extremely ugly, he didn't expect that his killer feature did not achieve the corresponding effect, and this talisman is a one-time consumable, and when the golden eagle dissipates, this talisman will eventually disappear, this is a hole card left by the master, and this hole card is left with this last one.

What made Wan Junbo's face even more ugly was that Mu Feng's toughness, a kid in the middle of the Jindan period, could actually go head-to-head with the Golden Eagle in the late Yuan Infant period, what is this? Even if the Golden Eagle is still a little behind the real Yuan Ying late stage monk, it is by no means something that the Jin Dan monk can resist, but the scene in front of him really happened, how could Wan Junbo not be surprised.

Looking at the golden eagle whose momentum was getting weaker and weaker, the anger in Wan Junbo's eyes seemed to burn Mu Feng to death, in order to get this so-called peerless exercise, even his soul killing pattern had already died for most of his life, plus this talisman, but he didn't get anything, and he really lost a lot of money.

At present, he has no chance to turn defeat into victory, even if Mu Feng defeats the Golden Eagle, he has no strength to fight again, but these two blood leeches are enough to keep him busy, Wan Junbo showed a trace of unwillingness on his face, and finally could only choose to leave.

As soon as he thought of it, Wan Junbo repelled the blood leeches, and no longer stopped to stay, no longer caring about the golden eagle, and quickly took off in the air.

Mu Feng, who was fighting with the Golden Eagle, saw that this person who attacked him and wanted to escape, sneered, put away the battle spirit in an instant, and no longer cared about the Golden Eagle, and quickly chased after Wan Junbo.

This book is derived from reading books