After Mo Jing thanked him, he put the storage rings back into his storage space, leaving the disciple with a confused look on his face, and then walked away, carrying a big knife to chop down others.
"Give me my money!" After the disciple came to his senses, his expression changed with shock and he quickly chased after him. He originally wanted to kill Mo Jing and get the 10 billion bounty, but now he has changed his mind. All he wants is to get his storage ring back!
At this moment, the most besieged people are Nangong Qingqing and Yan Chen, because they are the only two who have not yet broken through to the realm of gods. In the eyes of the disciples of the three major families, they are the two most vulnerable to being killed.
However, Nangong Qingqing has Zhongli Wuyuan by his side, and their cooperation is the most tacit.
"Ice Dragon Break!"
"Ice array!"
The ice dragon formed by the condensation of ice is lifelike and exudes a powerful and terrifying aura. Any place it hits will be covered by ice.
"Roar -" the ice dragon roared, violently impacting the moves of those disciples, and with the help of Zhong Li Wuyuan's ice formation, it was like a fish in water.
Boom boom boom!
The fighting was fierce.
On Yan Chen's side, there was Feng Xinglan beside him. One of them focused on close combat and the other on distant attacks. They cooperated very well.
Yan Chen grabbed the corner of the black cauldron with one hand, and then quickly smashed it at the disciples. Many times, his attacks were blocked and he suffered a lot of injuries. After all, his current cultivation level was the weakest.
If it weren't for Feng Xinglan's help, he would have been killed by those disciples.
Seeing that Yan Chen was so weak and injured, some disciples became more and more excited because they firmly believed that they would be able to kill Yan Chen!
One of the disciples in yellow restrained both Yan Chen and Feng Xinglan for a moment with the power of the fifth level of the God Realm. Then he raised his sword and quickly swung it towards Yan Chen's neck. The blade was unstoppable.
At this moment, Feng Xinglan was able to move.
Feng Xinglan's eyes turned cold, and he dodged away, raising his palm to knock Yan Chen off the ground, allowing Yan Chen to avoid the blade.
But he himself was unable to avoid it, and a sword was slashed across his chest, and his clean white clothes were instantly soaked with blood.
"Well..." Feng Xinglan frowned and groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Lan!" Yan Chen's pupils narrowed.
Feng Xinglan responded, "It's okay."
Yan Chen's eyes dimmed slightly. He quickly avoided the attacks of these spiritual beasts on the ground. He carried the cauldron and dodged back into the air again. His expression had returned to calmness, but it seemed to be a prelude to the coming storm. .
He smiled warmly and said, "It seems that I am still too soft-hearted."
When the disciple in yellow saw Yan Chen's expression, he felt a sense of fear in his heart. However, he quickly suppressed this emotion. He smiled coldly. He was only in the realm of Lord God. What could he possibly threaten himself with? !
Suddenly, purple flames ignited in the cauldron that Yan Chen was carrying.
There was a slight crackling sound in the air.
The expressions of the people around him changed, and they smelled a strange smell in the air.
"Hold your breath, the air is poisonous!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many disciples' lips turned purple and they became exhausted.
"what on earth is it?!"
The disciple in yellow looked at Yan Chen in horror, "What exactly did you do? What poison did you give us?"
Yan Chen smiled gently, "It's just that the poison was poisoned in advance and now it's activated."
The disciples who were besieging Yan Chen and Feng Xinglan looked horrified when they heard this, and said in a panic: "If you poison like this, you will also harm your companions! Hand over the antidote!"
Yan Chen calmly explained: "Don't worry, my companions will not die, but you will."
After that, he moved his body, carried the cauldron and smashed it at the poisoned disciples, the kind that specifically hit the heads.
boom! boom! boom!
The screams continued one after another.
Feng Xinglan had a complicated look on his face when he witnessed this scene.
It is a very terrible thing for Yan Chen to get angry.
Some spirit beasts were poisoned and died directly from the poison. The situation of those disciples was better because they were powerful and physically stronger than the spirit beasts, but they were already exhausted at the moment and could not resist Yan Chen at all. violent attack.
Yan Chen is sometimes as violent as Zheng Zheng...
On the other side, Yu Qiu and Mu Yin worked together to deal with those disciples.
Mu Yin's face turned pale, he grinned in pain, and complained to Yu Qiu, "Brother Qiu, you want to help me take revenge! He stabbed my thigh with a sword!"
He was not paying attention, and the young disciple accidentally stabbed him through the middle of his left thigh with a long sword. Blood flowed out and it hurt like hell.
The disciple originally wanted to stab him in the abdomen, but he dodged it and then stabbed him in the thigh!
After Mu Yin finished his complaint, he quickly took out a bottle of medicinal powder, poured it into the palm of his hand, and casually patted his wound to stop the bleeding first.
Yu Qiu glanced at Mu Yin's left leg, then raised his eyes to look at the disciple who hurt Mu Yin, and sneered: "Money can no longer buy your life."
Before the disciple could understand what he meant, with a 'swish', almost at the same time, countless iron fans appeared at the same time, surrounding the disciple.
"The Phantom Blade!"
Countless iron fans started turning instantly, and within a short time, they had whipped up sharp winds, making people afraid to get close.
The disciple was shocked and his eyes were shocked. He quickly gathered his spiritual power and put it on the long sword, slashing hard in the direction of the sharp wind blade.
Clang!
Not only did the long sword in his hand fail to break through the iron fan wall, but it was bounced back hard.
The sharp wind blade was getting closer and closer, and his hair was rolled up and then cut off.
After the disciple fired several moves in a row, his face became paler and paler, and he was horrified. He loudly begged for mercy: "I was wrong! Let me go! I don't dare to deal with you anymore! I don't want the bounty, let me go." Me! I’ll do whatever you want me to do...ahhhh——"
A shrill scream came.
Soon, it calmed down.
Yu Qiu raised his hand casually, and an iron fan fell into his hand. His expression was so cold and inhumane.
Mu Yin limped towards Yu Qiu and asked, "Brother Qiu, did you kill him?"
Yu Qiu raised his lips and smiled, "What? Do you feel sorry for him?"
Mu Yin's eyes widened, "I feel sorry for myself! Well, they wanted to kill us in the first place, why should I feel sorry for an enemy? Brother Qiu, I also want to thank you for avenging me!"
"No need to thank you, just give me money." Yu Qiu looked at him.
When Mu Yin heard this, his face fell, and then he pretended to be righteous and said: "Since when can the relationship between us be measured by money? If you don't want money, you will get a beating."
