Chapter 414: The Momentum Under the City

A large hand composed of aura swept over the world with overwhelming momentum.

The target is directed at Yanyin.

Su Yanying's expression was cold, she snorted lightly, and was about to make a move.

Yan Yin stretched out his hand and pressed her, his body shook, and a bloody shadow gushed out of his body.

There is no earth-shattering blood, no terrifying momentum, only a prosaic step forward.

"Drink!" he sighed, and the blood shadow stood in front of him.

The large hand made of aura slapped horizontally, but it was blocked by the blood shadow.

The blood shadow's figure fluctuated, and then took two steps back, submerging into Yan Yin's body.

Although the combat effectiveness of the Blood Shadow was not reflected, its unique ability showed some.

At least, it's a pretty good shield.

After the blood shadow submerged into the body, Yan Yin's gaze looked upward.

There, a figure looked at him coldly.

"Fang Yin, the first big disciple of our Beast Sect was killed by you?" Mr. Mo said with a cold expression, "Don't think that you don't know it's you wearing a black robe, don't forget, there is only a dragon horse by your side in this world." ”

Hearing Mr. Mo tell the specific origin of the wind god, it was obvious that he had put in the effort to understand the wind god.

Smiling, Yan Yin said calmly, "Yes, I killed that person." Together, the Nine Elders and Ten Elders of your Beast Sect. But so what?"

"How did he become arrogant?" On the city wall, next to a young man carrying a large knife, stood two sturdy young men.

"Hmph, wasn't Fang Yin arrogant before?" another young man snorted coldly, "As a deputy commander of Dingbei, I'm afraid I can't hide it even more." ”

The man carrying the knife laughed and said, "Da Niu, one line, I'm afraid you two are thinking too much." Fang Yin is not arrogant, but in Liwei. ”

"Liwei?" The person who spoke before was the emperor and his party, "Crazy knife, how do you say this?"

He is no longer immature, but much more sophisticated and mature. Although, he still looks very cold.

On his body, there were vague bloody shadows.

The other person is naturally Han Daniu, who went to the north with the emperor and his party.

And the young man who carried the knife was not the mad knife who won the first place in the Tangwu Conference, who else could there be.

Crazy Knife smiled and said, "Okay, take your time, you'll know the reason later." However, Mr. Mo of the Beast Sect was extraordinary, and with Fang Yin's strength, he was probably not his opponent. ”

Staring at Yan Yin with cold eyes, Mr. Mo glanced at the order and blood, and then looked at the dozen or so martial kings below and the tens of thousands of new Yan family troops in the rear, and sneered, "If you think they are your support, then you think wrong, you killed the first big disciple of our Beast Sect, and killed the Nine Elders and the Ten Elders." You will surely die. ”

"Really?" Yan Yin smiled slightly, looked at Xueli, and said, "Uncle Li, are you sure to take him?"

Xueli groaned for a moment, looked at Mr. Mo and said, "If I am a martial saint, he is only my ten punches." ”

In this regard, before Mr. Mo could say anything, a middle-aged man beside him sneered, "What a big breath, just a martial king, it is so rampant." If Mr. Mo doesn't make a move, let me Lingyue understand your strength. ”

This person's strength is the realm of the Spirit King, and as he spoke, he leaned down, and took only blood from a sharp long rope.

Shaking his head, Yan Yin looked at Xueli and said, "Be careful." ”

Nodding, Blood Li rushed forward a few steps abruptly, grabbing the long rope that had taken him.

With a lot of force, the middle-aged man's body was unstable and fell downward.

"Panlong Lingxiao!" A low shout, an incomparably powerful fist rushed up and hit the middle-aged man.

Issuing this move, the bloody figure retreated and returned to Yan Yin's side.

Helplessly glancing at Xueli, Yan Yin took Su Yanying beside her into her arms and said, "Don't watch this scene." ”

The middle-aged man was instantly hit by the strength of his fist.

With a scream, it turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in the air.

"It's just a spirit king, I don't know how many strange beasts I've killed in this seat in the past few decades, and there are no less than a hundred beast kings I've killed. With your strength as a newcomer to the Spirit King realm, I'm afraid that even an ordinary beast king is not as good as you" With a calm expression, he glanced at the many cultivators who were looking at this scene in horror with a calm expression, and his bloody tone was very indifferent, not at all like the appearance of someone who had just killed.

"It's so strong!" On the city wall, the mad knife said with a surprised expression, "When I went to Fang Yin before, although I saw this person, I didn't see him really make a move. Unexpectedly, he had already reached the realm of a half-saint. ”

"Half-saint?" the emperor frowned, "what does this mean?"

"The demi-saint has already stepped into the realm of the martial saint, although it is not a martial saint, but it has already suppressed many martial kings" At this time, a voice sounded behind them.

I saw Yan Chuan and Yan Haoran coming together, and behind them, a heroic beauty looked at Yan Yin under the city calmly.

Letting go of Su Yanying's hand, Yan Yin looked at Mo Wuru and said with a calm expression, "Are you disciples of the Beast Sect so impulsive?"

Mr. Mo sneered and said, "He is not from our Beast Sect, he is a disciple of the Heavenly God Sect. Now, you are not only an enemy of our Beast Sect, but also an enemy of the Heavenly God Sect. It doesn't matter, though. Because, I'm going to kill you, and no one can stop you. Even if it's a Martial King of the Half-Saint Realm!"

As he spoke, Mr. Mo pressed his finger towards Xueli, and an incomparably powerful energy struck Xueli directly.

"Poof!" snorted, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his figure couldn't help but take two steps back.

"General!" Suddenly, more than a dozen martial kings belonging to Xueli's subordinates poured out a majestic momentum and pressed straight towards Mr. Mo.

"Hmph, Martial King, after all, it's just Martial King!" Mr. Mo sneered, and was about to make another move, when a figure appeared beside him.

"Mr. Mo, wait!" The person who came was from Qingyue Mountain, and Yan Yin had seen it.

"Commander Fang led them to intercept the strange beasts in the north in the border city of 10,000 miles, and they have been fighting so far. If Your Excellency deals with a great benefactor who has meritorious service in Northern Xinjiang because of a trivial matter, I am afraid it will not be good. The person who came said slowly, "Moreover, according to the agreement of the sage, the disciples of the various factions in the Western Xinjiang cannot compete with the martial artists. ”

"Disciple?" Mr. Mo smiled, "Is Mo like a disciple?"

As he spoke, Mr. Mo slapped Yan Yin, this slap was more powerful and more powerful than the direct one.

Without waiting for Yan Yin to speak, the more than ten martial kings stood in front of Yan Yin one after another and intercepted the big hands that were slapped.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Mr. Mo worked harder, and a big slap stretched several feet widened down fiercely.

"Moo!" A soft cry sounded, and a purple shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above Mr. Mo, and his four hooves burned with purple flames, and he stepped down fiercely.

"Not good!" The moment his color changed, everyone felt that the air shook, and then saw Mr. Mo fall from the air with a muffled snort.

"I'm coming!" he shouted, his body rushed forward suddenly, his eyes opened angrily, and his fists slammed into Mr. Mo who fell down. Bloody and injured, he naturally would not let go of such an opportunity to kill the saint.

However, a figure appeared beside Mr. Mo at a faster speed than him.

"Huh!" a cold light flashed, and a splash of blood splattered.

An arm fell to the ground.

Mr. Mo's right arm was cut off by Yan Yin's sword.

In front of him, the cultivators who had been standing proudly in the sky fell to the ground one after another.

The god of wind, this magical being, has proved his strength as a dragon foal with his speed and strength at one time.

stepped on the four directions with one move, causing Mr. Mo to fall directly injured.

If it weren't for Mr. Mo's timely reaction at the critical moment, I am afraid that Yan Yin would have cut off more than one arm.

A purple wind god stood quietly above Yan Yin, looking at Mr. Mo and the many cultivators around him with unkind eyes.

Holding the phantom, Yan Yin quietly looked at Mr. Mo, whose face was a little pale, and said slowly, "Spirit Saint, it's very powerful." However, it doesn't mean that you are a spiritual saint. ”

The long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, Yan Yin's voice suddenly became cold, he glanced at the people in the field, and said in a deep voice, "I heard that your factions in Western Xinjiang want to carve up Northern Xinjiang, right?"

"What? They want to carve up the northern frontier!"

"How can this be!"

"This is absolutely not allowed!"

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Suddenly, the soldiers watching around became emotional, and their eyes looked at Mr. Mo and Ling Yue and other cultivators in the field with unkindness and suspicion.

"Fang Yin, this is wrong. Everyone is here to pacify the plague of foreign beasts in Northern Xinjiang, how can they carve up Northern Xinjiang" Without waiting for the masters of the various factions in Western Xinjiang to speak, a loud laugh came from behind Mr. Mo and them.

I saw Mo ruthlessly with a team of people and horses appear in Yan Yin's eyes.

"After many years, I didn't think we could meet again. Mo smiled ruthlessly and said, "Commander Fang, don't come to harm." ”

In Yan Yin's eyes, Mo Wuru is a scheming person, which he has always thought so even now.

Because in Mo Ruthless's body, there is no such masculinity and bloodiness of a martial artist.

Saying that, Mo looked at Mr. Mo ruthlessly with concern and said, "Mr. Mo, are you okay?"

Mr. Mo glanced at Fengshen with a cold expression, then looked at Mo Ruthless, and said, "It's just an arm, it's not in the way." ”

For cultivators, the continuation of a broken arm is nothing more than a trivial matter.

Especially, it is a master of the Spirit Saint level like Mr. Poison Mo.

Looking at Yan Yin coldly, Mr. Mo sneered, "If you think you are safe with a dragon horse, then you underestimate the strength of my Beast Sect too much." ”

After speaking, Mr. Mo snorted coldly and flew towards the north of the town.

At this time, he didn't dare to leave alone.

Otherwise, it is not impossible for Yan Yin to ruthlessly let the wind god kill him.

Although there are no masters in the north of the town, there are many people.

There are many people, and Mr. Mo expects that Yan Yin will not be able to make this heart.

Indeed, Yan Yin was still thinking in his heart that if Mr. Mo left with hatred, he would secretly let the wind god destroy him.

Even a beast saint wind god like Tianqi has solved it, let alone an ordinary spirit saint.

It's just that his wish was disappointed.

Putting away her thoughts, Yan Yin looked at Mo Wuru and said, "So, the news I got is fake, it turns out that Commander Mo has no idea of carving up Northern Xinjiang with the various factions in Western Xinjiang." ”

"Yes, Fang Yin, you think too much" Although I don't know how Yan Yin got the news, Mo Ruthless still said with a smile, "I didn't expect Fang Yin to be the Fang Commander of the New Yan Family Army who was fighting on the front line of the border city in the mouth of the master of Qingyue Mountain, which really surprised Ruthless." ”

Smiling, Yan Yin was silent, he didn't think that Mo Wuru would really not know that he was there in the border city of Wanli.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's go into the city and talk about it!" Mo ruthlessly saw that Yan Yin didn't say anything, and said with a smile, "Here, after all, is not the place to talk." This time, let me, the master, wash the dust for Fang Yin, and by the way, reward all the soldiers who fought on the front line of Northern Xinjiang and made great contributions to Northern Xinjiang. ”

"Master?" the commander looked at Mo Ruthless with a sneer, and said slowly, "Northern Xinjiang, there has never been one master. He's surnamed Yan!"

Mo Wuru's expression changed, and then he looked at the order with a smile and said, "Your Excellency?"

"Grant!" Grant the calm way, "Give it the order, receive the order!"

After saying this, the commanding gaze looked at the person behind Mr. Mo lightly.