"Boy, you want to kill me? You are not qualified enough!"
Seeing the cold light in the eyes of the evil cultivator coming towards her, Feng Jiu curled her lips and said, "Then I'll let you see if I'm qualified!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she no longer concealed her cultivation and aura. In an instant, the aura of the peak foundation building stage emanated from her body. The powerful ancient pressure also surged out like a flood under her release, turning into a ferocious beast and pouncing towards the evil Nascent Soul cultivator.
"hiss!"
"This, this is..."
He gasped, with disbelief in his eyes. As a Nascent Soul expert, he could feel the ancient pressure from the young man. Naturally, he could also sense that the peak foundation-building energy emanating from the young man contained a hint of terrifying aura.
That, that is the breath of Heaven... Could it be that he, he is actually the foundation of Heaven!
The powerful airflow from the ancient pressure caught him completely. He only felt the breath of death looming over his head. His body stiffened for a moment, but at this moment, a green light flashed before his eyes and a sharp pain came.
“Hiss!”
The moment Qing Feng swung down, a dozen bloody arms flew out, spun several times in the air, and fell ten meters away. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced the sky and reached everyone's ears.
"Hiss! How is this possible?!"
The Jindan evil cultivators and the foundation-building evil cultivators who were ten meters away were all shocked by this scene. They opened their eyes wide in disbelief and watched the broken arm fly out with blood, cross the air and fall on the ground covered with fine sand and gravel.
The evil Nascent Soul cultivator covered his broken arm and stepped back step by step, with disbelief and horror in his eyes. It seemed that he did not expect Feng Jiu's speed to be so fast, and he did not expect that he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, would have his arm chopped off by a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The severe pain in his body and the warm blood on the hand covering his broken arm clearly told him that this was not fake, this was real! His hand was really chopped off by this young man!
Fengjiu stood facing the wind with a sword in hand, her red clothes fluttering in the night, her brows filled with a bloodthirsty and sharp aura. She stared at the evil Nascent Soul cultivator in front of her, raised the Qingfeng sword in her hand and pointed at him, gesturing.
"You know what? If I had just moved the sword a little bit, I wouldn't have chopped off just your arm." The corners of her lips curled up in a mocking sneer: "You know I have an ancient beast and a Qingfeng sword, but you still dare to provoke me? Ha! You're really courting death!"
"Come on, everyone! Kill him!"
The Nascent Soul retreated step by step, but ordered the evil cultivators behind him to step forward. However, these people were evil cultivators in the first place, and after seeing that even a Nascent Soul master had his arm chopped off, who would dare to step forward and die
Seeing that no one came forward, the Yuanying turned around angrily and stared at the people who had retreated ten meters away: "Go! What are you all standing there for? Kill him!"
However, as soon as the voice fell, he felt a chill on his back and a murderous aura coming at him. He turned around immediately and saw the young man in red holding a green sword approaching step by step. The murderous intent was so fierce that he would not allow him to retreat. At that moment, he gritted his teeth, and condensed a sharp airflow with his uninjured hand to attack the young man. He turned around and planned to escape first. In this way, he could save his life and not worry about not having a chance to take his life in the future!