"Brother Nao, kill Feng Lang immediately!" Mu Bai's heart was pounding wildly, and he instinctively realized that something was wrong. Not caring about anything else, he hurriedly turned his head and shouted loudly at Auxiu.
At the right time, Aoxiu was closest to Feng Lang. When he heard Mu Bai's shout, he responded, then raised his palm high and struck hard at the heavenly spirit above Feng Lang's head.
Amidst Feng Yong's tragic screams, she was about to die on the spot when she saw Feng Lang. Suddenly, a golden and silver light flashed across from a distance like a shooting star. When this golden and silver stream of light passed by Mu Bai's side, Mu Bai's mind was suddenly shaken. He felt as if his three souls and seven souls were about to be scattered, and he almost collapsed on the ground without being frightened.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first time Mu Bai has felt such a feeling. It was as if the scythe of death was sweeping against his throat. The feeling of horror, terror, and extreme coldness was only for a moment, but it was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life. [
"Help me! Help me!!" Just as Mu Bai's heart was shaking, Ao Xiu's extremely miserable cry suddenly sounded from the side, and it no longer sounded like a human voice.
Mu Bai's long hair stood upright and turned his head to look over. He saw that Bo Xiu's whole body was wrapped in a gold and silver color, like a gorgeous air ball, slowly floating in the air.
In the air mass, Nao Xiu was like crazy. He kept screaming strangely while concentrating all his spiritual energy to chop and chop randomly. But no matter how anxious and fierce he was, he just couldn't break the air mass that covered him.
"Brother Mu, save me, save me!" Aoxiu was frightened and frightened, and begged Mu Bai for help.
"How can he save you if he can't protect himself?" Before Mu Bai could reply, Qin Dong came over with Long Quan, Xiao Ting, Hu Li and a large group of casual cultivators.
"He... he's not a human, he's not a human..." When he saw Qin Dong, Wen Xingfan felt as if he had seen a ghost. He rolled and crawled backwards, wishing he could be as far away from Qin Dong as possible.
"Fourth brother!" Feng Lang looked greatly excited and overjoyed.
"Fourth brother?" Mu Bai's reaction was also extremely quick. When he heard Feng Lang calling Qin Dong that way, he immediately shouted, "Grab that girl, don't let her run away!"
Several disciples of the White Feather Sect immediately pounced on Feng Yong like birds and beasts.
"Save Yong'er!" Feng Lang was injured at this time. Seeing the enemy rushing towards Feng Yong, he was helpless and shouted anxiously.
Before Feng Lang's shout could reach the ground, Qin Dong raised his other hand and yelled "Death!" before the power of chaos was swept out in a fan shape. Those few disciples of the White Feather Sect realized something was wrong, and by the time they were about to dodge in horror, it was already too late. Accompanied by several wails and screams, these White Feather Sect monks probably didn't even understand what was going on, so they went to see the King of Hell together.
Who can not be shocked by such thunderous methods? Mu Bai was stunned at that time. His expression was no better than that of Wen Xingfan, who was almost scared to death.
As for the masters of the other sects, their expressions were also normal, with no dissatisfaction and a hint of fear, and they all subconsciously stepped back.
One hand was pointed at Feng Yong, drawing her to his side for protection, while the other hand was suddenly clenched into a fist. The moment Qin Dong's five fingers came together, Ao Xiu, who was wrapped in a ball of air, also ushered in the last moment of his life. With a bang, he turned into a ball of blood mist. Before the blood mist spread, he It was evaporated instantly by the golden and silver light. A once-powerful fifth-level monk, the leader of a sect, disappeared into thin air without leaving even a trace.