Murong Zhuifeng reacted very quickly and quickly felt bad. However, this time he was not so lucky.
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The smiling puppet suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his arms and stabbed it fiercely. Not to mention the speed of chasing a bird, even if it is chasing the wind, even faster than the wind, there is no time to dodge.
Murong Zhuifeng, who was about to crash through the roof and escape, suddenly let out a scream.
At the last moment, he tilted his head almost instinctively, passing the vital point between his eyebrows. The sharp dagger scratched across his face, leaving a deep scar and almost cutting his head in half horizontally.
"Where are you from, monster? I'll kill you!"
Murong Zhuifeng was shocked and angry. With a buzzing sound, the sky knife in his hand struck hard with a piercing sound, trying to split this weird and weird puppet in half.
"Quack, quack, quack..."
The chubby puppet with a cute face actually let out a sinister laugh, and suddenly retreated to avoid Murong Zhui Feng's heavenly sword. Murong Zhuifeng gritted his teeth and was about to catch up when a strong wind suddenly came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw that Ye Chuan's fist had already arrived in front of him.
"It's really a trick of yours!"
Murong Zhuifeng was furious. He turned a blind eye to Ye Chuan's fist and struck out fiercely, only attacking but not defending.
No matter what, Ye Chuan was only at the fifth level of a monk. What would happen if he punched him? At most it was a minor injury and the pain would be over. On the contrary, a sharp strike with the knife can cut him into two pieces, and then smash him into thousands of pieces!
Murong Zhuifeng was really angry. He was so angry that he hated Ye Chuan so much that his teeth itched. In all these years, he has never suffered such a big secret loss, nor has he seen such a cunning and fierce opponent.
Not only did they set up an array to block the road, they also ambush evil beasts such as the evil-eyed bull demon and the human-faced snake. There was even an evildoer lurking on the beam of the house. His murderous intentions were hard to guard against.
This kid is so shady!
Murong Zhuifeng gritted his teeth, suddenly no longer in a hurry to break out, and wanted to take the opportunity to kill Ye Chuan. If you're not afraid of him sneaking up on you, you're just afraid that he won't be able to hide!
Benedict! There was a muffled sound, and Ye Chuan's fist hit Murong Zhuifeng's chest before the heavenly sword could be struck down.
Murong Zhuifeng's body trembled slightly, but his expression remained ferocious, as if nothing had happened. But the next moment, his body was trembling and blood was spurting out wildly. Blood was not only spurting out from his mouth, but blood was spurting out all over his body, spurting out from his pores. His whole body seemed to have turned into a funnel, unable to hide a drop of blood.
"ah… "
The shrill screams sounded just then.
With just one punch, Murong Zhuifeng's body was almost exploded by Ye Chuan.
One hundred and eight thousand catties!
One sky-swallowing talisman is a force of eighteen thousand kilograms. Six sky-swallowing talismans rotate wildly together, and a force of one hundred and eight thousand kilograms suddenly bursts out. Who can bear it
As the leader of the younger generation of the Murong family, Murong Zhuifeng's body is already strong enough. Unfortunately, Ye Chuan is even stronger, with a force of one hundred and eight thousand kilograms which is too brutal!
"Mr. Murong, I will help you keep the treasures and the heavenly sword in this sarcophagus!"
Ye Chuan smiled coldly, and Murong Zhuifeng only felt a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes. The smoke bamboo seedlings and the heavenly sword were in Ye Chuan's hands and he snatched them away. Immediately afterwards, the cold sword light lit up, and the sword struck down hard, intending to use Murong Zhuifeng's heavenly sword to end his life.
"Boy, you..., you dare to kill me?"
Murong Zhuifeng was shocked and reached out to grab the beams on the roof to dodge.
Buzz! The sharp sword passed through the air with a cold light.
Ye Chuan didn't answer, and slashed coldly with his knife. Murong Zhuifeng was so frightened that he urinated and retreated sharply. His legs hurt, and they were cut off by Ye Chuan Saigen's knife.
"ah… "
Murong Zhuifeng, who had always been arrogant and arrogant in the past, screamed again and his body fell from the sky. For many years, he has been running rampant in the capital city of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Those with a lower level than him cannot defeat him, and those with a higher level do not dare to fight him for fear of the Murong family behind him. Unexpectedly, this time I met Ye Chuan, a ruthless character who would show no mercy.
Ye Chuan brought the smoked bamboo seedlings to Qinglian Space, and was about to jump from the rafters to chase and completely kill the seriously injured Murong Zhuifeng. The hall suddenly shook violently and rattled, and a line appeared on the roof, walls and ground. There were cracks and the earth shook.
The altar at the end of the hall quickly sank into the ground, and thick gray mist emerged from the depths of the ground. Those who had no time to dodge, whether ordinary adventurers in the monk realm or masters in the real person realm, all let out a mournful cry, and their bodies instantly turned into white bones. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and it was much more powerful than the poisonous fog that enveloped the sarcophagus before. It rolled in overwhelmingly.
"This fog is extremely poisonous, leave quickly!"
"The palace is about to collapse, leave quickly!"
…
All the experts in the hall changed their colors and screamed, and dispersed in a crowd. The door was blocked by Ye Chuan's fireworks array, so they walked through the roof, or even gritted their teeth and broke through the wall directly. Those who moved a little slower were immediately overwhelmed by the rolling poisonous mist, and turned into ghastly white bones amidst the screams. Many people did not fall down and still kept their running posture, but the flesh and blood on their bodies was gone. They all stretched out their hands to call for help or grab something.
Ye Chuan's scalp was numb and he couldn't care less about chasing the seriously injured Murong Zhuifeng. He took the Burning Sky Furnace, the Human-Faced Snake, the Puppet Doll and many evil-eyed bull demons into the Qinglian Space and flew away. As soon as the front foot left, the terrible poisonous mist rolled up, like the waves of the sea, the waves were getting higher and higher.
Inside and outside the magnificent palace, masters from all walks of life fled frantically, using their magical powers to break out of the trap. Behind them was an overwhelming poisonous mist. As long as there were living things, once they were exposed to this poisonous mist, they would be swallowed up and left with bones.
Outside the palace, Zhu Sijia and Fatty Zhao Dazhi, who had walked out first, stood side by side. They only heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the side hall. For a moment, they didn't know what was going on. They were frightened and reluctant to leave and continued to wait. .
"Jiajia, fat man, let's go!"
Ye Chuan's voice suddenly rang in their ears, breaking through the roof and appearing in front of them.
Seeing that Ye Chuan was safe and sound, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, their hearts clenched suddenly. A casual cultivator who was following Ye Chuan suddenly opened his mouth and let out an inhuman wail. A large gray mist covered it, and his body instantly turned into a skeleton. He was only half a step away from being trapped. But just a little slower than Ye Chuan, he would never be able to see the outside world.
Zhu Sijia and Fatty were stunned. The next moment, they reacted to Ye Chuan's reminder and turned around and ran away without hesitation. Ye Chuan accelerated and rushed forward, one on each side, leading them to run wildly. Behind him, the terrifying poisonous mist rolled in like a flood, swallowing up all those who had no time to dodge.
Tuoba Xiong and Feng Nin were also running for their lives, and less than one tenth of the adventurers survived. No one noticed that Liu Hong followed him and did not die in the side hall. Not only was this woman not dead, she was also dragging a black shadow in her hand, flying forward precariously on a flying sword. If anyone looked back, they would find that it was not a black shadow, but half of Murong Zhuifeng's body.
"Kill, kill him, kill him..."
Murong Zhuifeng's expression was dull, and he kept mumbling words. He seemed to have gone crazy or stupid, and could not accept the facts for a while. Although he is not dead yet, he is obviously a disabled person. Both legs are gone. Don't think about chasing the wind in the future. All that is left is memories!