nbsp; Chapter 97: Killing the Yi Mo Cult (4
Facing the large-scale group attack of the two men, Ziying locked onto the enemy in the melee. Purple lightning gradually burned in his autumn eyes, and the next moment, he had strangely transformed into a thousand illusory shadows. www..com
Wherever every illusory figure appears, there is a member of the Yi Mo Cult covering his throat, blood gurgling along his fingers, his eyes resting on the illusory body in disbelief, and then waiting for thousands of phantoms to disappear into the air Only then did he fall straight down.
Thousands of people fell to the ground at the same time, but there was only one sound of contact with the ground. This sweat-inducing scene witnessed the power of Ziying's new fighting skills.
The Yi Mo Cult Leader's originally moving footsteps seemed to have taken root, nailed to the ground and no longer daring to move. The remaining Yi Mo Cult members were also frightened by several killing gods and rushed towards Xiao Yao and Nan Er in panic. On the Ming side, I hope that these two people are not as perverted as the people in front of them, hoping for a little bit of luck.
"Damn it, are you really treating me like a soft persimmon?" Nan Erming was a bit dumbfounded. Looking at the crowds of Yi Mo Cult members who were rushing towards them like bereaved dogs, he couldn't even think of using the stunning gun.
Staring at the crowd getting closer and closer with some resentment, Nan Erming raised his palms and patted the air. The light green mist was like a flowing transparent body, slowly becoming thicker and drowning the rushing people like a floating gauze. The Yi Mo Cult members at the front covered everything within a few hundred feet with a hazy shell.
The dreamlike mist quickly penetrated into the protective fighting spirit of the Yi Mo Cult members and merged with their bodies. Those who rushed the fastest suddenly felt a tightness in their chests and their consciousness blurred. They covered their chests and fell to the ground with a thump. On the ground, the body corroded rapidly, and the mist that became greener gradually rose from the internal organs, and then merged into the endless mist, and the mist became thicker.
As bodies fell one after another, the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve, and the fog was like
The fairyland-like thick fog was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all living objects. In the blink of an eye, there was no longer a living person within a few hundred meters around Nan Erming who could stand up.
The members of the Yi Mo Cult who were rushing forward to fight for the road to escape saw that something was not going well. They were frightened and turned around to retreat. The storm raised its staff lightly, and the wind suddenly turned. The quiet mist was driven by the wind like a dragnet, and it hit the head. It was shrouded, and the screams fell silent again, leaving corpses all over the ground...
At this point, all the Yi Mo cult members who invaded the Xiao clan, including the frightened and overwhelmed leader of the Yi Mo cult, only had a few dozen people left. At this time, Xiao Yao was standing in front of these remaining soldiers with a proud look on his face.
"Don't you want to escape from me? I will grant your wish." Glancing at the stunned remnants of the defeated generals, Xiao Yao raised his palm coldly and clenched it tightly, and the surging white fighting spirit quickly It condensed into a huge shadow, and there was a faint sound of a lion's roar.
The five-star primary strength exploded with all its strength, and Xiao Yao punched out hard. A huge white lion loomed in it, making people feel shattered.
The leader of Yi Mo, who had long lost his fighting spirit, barely raised his hands to fight against the trapped beast, but was immediately blown away like a kite with a broken string, knocking away countless flowers, plants and trees before he was carried into the grass, while the rest were left behind. Everyone was bleeding to death from seven holes under the power of one punch.
The leader of Yi Mo Cult was struggling in embarrassment, his clothes were in tatters. Looking at the whole valley where he was the only one left in Yi Mo Cult, his feet became cold. The original plan that was sure of success was completely overturned after Xiao Yan joined. Now even he can't do it. It was fish meat on the chopping board. He stared blankly at Xiao Yan and others who were stepping in step by step, and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.
"Are you going to commit suicide or stay alive?" Xiao Yan stopped a few steps away from the leader of Yi Mo and asked coldly.
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