Froome, the 'Frost Mist', was shocked, only to feel a terrifying force suddenly surge, almost crushing his wrists, and with a pull, the whole person involuntarily fell towards Aran.

"King of the Realm."

The wind surged, taking advantage of the opponent's distraction kung fu to drag it over, Yalan directly used his combat skills, and his fist hit forward, containing the swiftness of thunder, the shock of the elk, the terror of the war bear, the frost of the green wolf, and the invisible air flow around the whole was tearing and stirring, and the person in front of him was killed in an instant.

"No ......"

The unimaginable pain surged all over his body, and the 'Frost Mist' Froome never thought that a mere first-class wizard apprentice would burst out with such a terrifying physical power, and the terrifying power came to his body, making him feel like his whole body was almost bursting, and the shadow of death was like a mountain pressing on his heart.

This member of the 'Secret Society' almost subconsciously used a medium spell, and saw the majestic root energy surge, and one ice crystal after another suddenly condensed in front of him, forming layers of ice walls.

He himself took advantage of this rare respite and used a primary spell to immediately want to retreat and pull away.

pity

It was not easy for Aran to find such a rare opportunity to get close, how could he let him escape easily.

"Splitting Wind."

The World Breathing Method was working at full strength, communicating the rhythm of the world, causing an inexplicable resonance in the physical body, and the terrifying tearing force spread all over the fist, making the already extremely terrifying power even more terrifying.

Rumble.

There was a loud noise, and the surrounding air was shaking, and I saw that the ice crystals were shattered one by one, and they were emptied in an instant, and the terrifying strangulation power once again descended on the body of the 'frost and mist disciple' Froome.

"Phantom Mist."

Taking advantage of the moment of the ice crystal wall, this member of the 'Secret Society' let out an angry roar, and he didn't care about the heartache, and immediately tore open a first-order medium scroll worth hundreds of primary magic stones, and saw that his figure suddenly became illusory, as if it had turned into mist, and more than ten meters away, a figure was gradually condensing.

"Damn a first-class wizard apprentice, I have changed my mind to tear off the flesh and blood of your body piece by piece, infuse your soul into the Soul Burning Lamp, and make you suffer torture worse than death, and finally put you on the black market." ’

Froome, the 'Frost Mist', had a hideous expression like a demon.

Occupying the territory of the Dawn Society, the strength of the 'Secret Society' has been greatly improved, there is no shortage of potion wizards at all, and he just wanted to imprison Aran as a free coolie, but now he has given up this plan, and only wants to kill the despicable guy in front of him by the most cruel means.

The position was pulled away, and of course the melee advantage of the knight's cultivation system was gone, but Aran did not panic, but raised his other hand, his five fingers opened, and a worn-out pocket watch fell down, swaying in mid-air, and then a low voice sounded,

"Stealing."

The hands of the 'Misaligned Watch' moved forward a point.

The originally hideous 'Frost Mist' Frum's expression suddenly froze, the injuries on his body deteriorated rapidly, and his own state was stolen for ten seconds, although he did not die immediately, but the blood loss in his eyes and the blurred injuries on the upper body intensified, making him on the verge of shock, almost fainting,

Aran took advantage of this opportunity to take a big stride, and in an instant, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters, came to the 'Frost Mist' Frum, and punched forward with a straight fist.

"Nope."

'Frost Mist' Froome shouted in despair, extremely remorseful, he still has more powerful spells that are useless, and there are many hole cards that have not been cast, so he is really unwilling to die like this,

Immediately after the giant fist fell, his upper body was completely exploded, blood and flesh were splashed, dyeing the surroundings red, and he could no longer die.

All this happened so quickly that the 'Apostle of the Heartlight' Aliche and the other woman left of the 'Secret Society' didn't have time to react before they saw that the extremely powerful and high-ranking Master Frum in the organization was bombarded in an extremely rude manner by a first-class wizard apprentice.

This man is terrifying. ’

'Run, run, run as fast as possible, run as far as possible. ’

Both of them were frightened, although they were suspected of cheating, but the first-class wizard apprentice in front of them had indeed killed a second-class wizard apprentice, this power was not something they could fight against at all, they looked at each other, and without hesitation, they immediately prepared to disperse and flee.

Of course, Aram would not let them go.

He has always pursued the principle that everything is planned after the fact, and that if he kills, he will be dusted, either he will not do it, or he will never do it, so as not to involve himself in danger.

I saw Aram raise his hand and shake it fiercely towards the void.

"Splitting Wind."

The female member of the 'Secret Society' had barely gone far when her body suddenly turned into pieces and fell apart, as if several invisible hands had torn them apart.

"No, don't kill me, I know the location of the treasure hidden by the 'Frost Mist' Froome, there are tens of thousands of magic stones in it, as well as a powerful medium magic suit, I can take you there, these are your ......"

Seeing the tragic death of his companion, Aliche, the 'Apostle of Light', was terrified, and knew that it was impossible for him to escape, so he simply fell to the ground and begged for mercy, and gave a price that even a high-level wizard apprentice would be tempted by.

however

A touch of coldness flashed in Alan's eyes, and he said lightly: "Since I already know that you are a wizard apprentice of the 'Mind Chain', I will definitely be on guard, do you think that using the mind hint again will have an effect?" ”

Aliche, the 'Apostle of the Light', raised his head sharply, his eyes widened, and he showed an expression of disbelief,

"Your spirit count is over 100 ounces?"

brush

The invisible blade of wind slashed, Aliche's eyes glazed over, and a bloody streak appeared on his neck, and then his entire head fell to the ground, and he could not die anymore with a 'poof'.

"I just want to be strong quietly, why do you all have to provoke me."

Aran didn't waste time, he simply cleaned up the battlefield and put all the things that seemed valuable into the storage ring, including the more than seventy bottles of primary spiritual elixir that had been sold.

Then he came to the old man's corpse, looked at him with his eyes full of unwillingness, anger, hideousness, and couldn't help sighing, "If I can find your grandson, I will return these primary spiritual elixirs to him." ”

Finally, the scene was processed again, and it was only after making sure that there were no traces left before leaving.

Just two hours after Aram left.

Four figures appeared nearby, each exuding extremely powerful source energy fluctuations, exuding killing intent on their bodies, but when they saw the three mutilated corpses at the scene, their faces showed surprise,

"Someone actually took a step ahead and killed the 'Frost Mist' Frum?"