Duan Ye threw himself forward without any resistance, as if he was being sucked forward. Seeing that the man's claw-like hand was about to grab his throat, his eyes flashed, and the next moment, he let out a low growl.
"Flywheel Chop!"
Suddenly, the Eight-Star Flywheel magic weapon appeared in his hand. At his command, the Eight-Star Flywheel with a sharp airflow flew out of his hand and slashed towards the Jindan monk in front of him.
The Jindan cultivator had not expected that he could actually fight back in such a situation. When he saw the flywheel containing a sharp airflow coming towards him like a sharp blade, his face changed in shock and he quickly retracted his hand and stepped back.
However, the Eight-Star Flywheel was actually a magical weapon. It followed Duan Ye's consciousness and slashed out a sharp sword energy at lightning speed.
"hiss!"
As the Jindan monk retreated, his robe was torn by the bursting airflow, and the robe was opened wide, hanging on his body like an open-crotch shirt. Just as he was retreating in embarrassment, the flywheel once again slashed out a stream of air, leaving a bloody scar on his body so deep that the bone could be seen.
"ah!"
As a cry of pain rang out, the Jindan cultivator was forced to take out his sword to resist. However, how could his sword compare with Duan Xinxun's magic weapon
There was a clang and a crackling sound, and the long sword used by the Jindan monk to defend himself hit the Eight-Star Flywheel directly. The two weapons collided, the long sword broke, and the Eight-Star Flywheel also cut directly into the Jindan monk's brow with a whoosh. The speed was so fast that the Jindan monk behind him was too late to rescue him.
"Hiss! How is this possible?!"
The Jindan cultivator gasped in horror and watched helplessly as the Jindan cultivator was killed by Duan Ye. He watched as the Eight-Star Flywheel cut into the Jindan cultivator's forehead, the flywheel stuck in his flesh, and only a trace of blood dripped from under the flywheel.
As for that Jindan cultivator, perhaps he did not expect that he would die at the hands of a foundation-building cultivator. His eyes were wide open until his death, filled with fear and unwillingness...
"receive!"
Duan Ye shouted softly, and the flywheel that was stuck between the brows of the Jindan cultivator returned to his hand with a whoosh. The Jindan cultivator also fell down, without any breath left.
On the tree, Feng Jiu, who saw this scene, showed a satisfied look and nodded secretly. Although Duan Ye had a baby face, his strength could be said to be the strongest among the four. His moves were decisive and sharp, and clean and unexpected. She was not surprised that he could kill the Jindan cultivator.
His gaze stayed on him for a moment and then moved away, settling on the people in front. He saw a melee there, with the cultivators falling one by one in the smoke.
Song Ming and his companions were not in a much better condition either. They all had wounds of varying sizes on their bodies. Even Ning Lang's arm was cut by the sword energy in the melee, with blood oozing out, causing him to curse angrily. He was so angry that he rushed forward and knocked out one of the wandering cultivators.
"I'm going to fight you!"
With the roar, his strength was also stimulated. When he knocked out the first one and hit another one or two people, he suddenly clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and punched hard, shouting loudly.