Chapter 1777 Mo Yun Mo Dao

The face trembled violently, and Tu Laoguai's expression suddenly became ferocious. A ghost-headed sword appeared in his hand, and Yuanli burst out from his whole body. He raised the sword and chopped down Ye Feng's head. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

"Why delay? I can kill you by myself, but you run faster than a rabbit, I'm afraid you will slip away again."

"You two, cut off this kid's retreat."

He is not a moral person. Ye Feng dared to appear here alone, which means that he is not easy to deal with.

In the shocking battle a year ago, even several strong men in the middle and late stages of the king realm died. Although the specific details are unknown, it is inseparable from the boy in front of him.

Hearing the master's orders, Zhou Ruoyun and Ning Yun's faces turned pale, and finally they each sacrificed their weapons, one on the left and one on the right to block behind Ye Feng.

With a slash of the sword, Ye Feng's figure swayed on the spot, and he used soft force to send the injured young man and woman who were still in a daze out of the battle circle, and then rushed towards Tu Laoguai.

Seeing that Ye Feng's body movements were like a ghost, Tu Laoguai's sinister smile disappeared, and he clenched the handle of the sword with both hands, and all the Yuanli in his body rushed out, turning into a storm.

His heart was as uneasy as the Yuanli.

This kid looked too calm, and he didn't even mention his momentum, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Ye Feng's strength was so vague that he couldn't see through it.

No, he must not let him get away today. In a year, even a genius can't grow much. Could this kid kill me, a third-level master of the King Realm?

And according to what Zhou Ruoyun just said, this kid's attainments in inscription art are quite impressive. Inscription masters, a small place like Xingguang City is not even worthy of having one. If I can kill or capture him, it can be regarded as a great achievement for the three sects.

As soon as he thought of this, Tu Laoguai's murderous aura rose sharply, and the ghost-headed sword spit out a blade light as thick as a bucket, sweeping across the four directions.

The space of less than a hundred feet was immediately filled with majestic murderous aura, and the surrounding ancient trees were cut in half.

Boom!

However, Ye Feng's face was calm, and he punched calmly. A flame went out, and the sword light rushing in front was burned into nothingness.

"What?"

Tu Laoguai was shocked and froze for a moment.

Zhou Ruoyun and Ning Yun, who were at the back, saw that the master had made a move, and they also rushed forward with a heart, and two sharp sword shadows stabbed at Ye Feng's chest and lower body respectively.

"Huh?!"

At this time, Tu Laoguai shouted strangely, and after the ghost-headed sword in his hand slashed out a blade light, he left the two people and turned around and left.

"Old bastard, you are worse than a beast!"

Ye Feng was slightly stunned, and then he cursed in a low voice. This guy actually gave up Zhou Ruoyun and the others and wanted to escape alone.

Without even looking at the sword shadows stabbed by the two, Ye Feng moved like the wind, with both hands, and slapped them on the top of their heads like lightning.

"Pah..."

Two crisp sounds, two figures slowly fell to the ground, and their breath was cut off on the spot.

Ye Feng never showed mercy to those who wanted to kill him.

With his current combat power, Tu Laoguai, who was in the third level of the King Realm, would be scared to death, so how could Zhou Ruoyun and Ning Yun, two warriors who have not yet entered the King Realm, be compared?

...

Hundreds of feet away, Tu Laoguai, whose figure flashed continuously, had already turned gray with horror. He no longer had the arrogance he had before. If he didn't see the opportunity quickly, I'm afraid... he would have become a ghost in the underworld at this moment.

As soon as Ye Feng's fire light was launched, he knew that the opponent's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, far beyond the past, and he... could never be his opponent.

So he simply sold Zhou Ruoyun and Ning Yun decisively.

"Damn little beast, you killed my disciple. I will make you pay with blood."

The senses did not detect Ye Feng's trace. Tu Laoguai thought he had escaped. After a sinister curse, he quickly flew towards Xingguang City.

There are indeed many strong men from the three sects in the current Broken Cloud Gorge, but their cultivation is similar to his. He is not sure whether he can defeat Ye Feng. It is safest to go back and report to the superiors.

"Huh? What is this!"

As his footsteps were moving forward quickly, Tu Laoguai suddenly screamed. He suddenly found that a cluster of red flames appeared on his body.

"The thing that takes your life."

A plain voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Before he could turn around, the terrified Tu Laoguai was engulfed by a raging flame and turned into a pile of ashes with a scream.

With a flick of his sleeves, the ashes flew into the air. Ye Feng snorted and turned to the back.

I have to say, this feeling of killing enemies and turning their bones into ashes is really great.

For the sake of caution, Ye Feng also disposed of Zhou Ruoyun and Ning Yun's bodies, and covered up the traces of the battle.

Gulu!

Behind the boulder not far away, the young man and woman hugged each other, looking at Ye Feng's extremely skilled aftermath in amazement, obviously frightened by the old monster Tu.

"Young Master Ye, do you still... remember us?" Seeing Ye Feng walking towards them, the seriously injured woman suddenly shouted with some surprise.

"Huh? Do you know me?"

Ye Feng glanced at the young woman with a suspicious look on his face. He looked familiar, but for a moment he forgot where he had seen her. He was not impressed.

"Young Master, have you forgotten? More than a year ago, in the Endless City of Waters, you saved the two of us. I am Mo Yun, and this is my senior brother... Mo Dao."

The young woman struggled to raise her head and looked at Ye Feng expectantly.

"Oh. Is it you? I remember...it's so destined. Why are you here?"

Ye Feng slapped his forehead.

On the night when the Endless Tower was opened, there was a young man and woman who were performing arts to earn spiritual stones. They seemed to be named Mo Yun and Mo Dao. That night, Ye Feng couldn't bear to sit back and watch the human warriors being humiliated, so he came to help. He never thought that he would encounter them again today.

"To be honest, sir, my senior brother and sister are disciples of the White Tiger Sect. They originally performed arts to survive, just to go overseas to find traces of the sect leader. By chance, they were qualified to enter the Endless City."

"At that time, I also wanted to try my luck, but it brought trouble to the young master..."

Mo Yun's pale face turned rosy. She looked a little apologetic and whispered shyly.

"It's no trouble. Without you, I would still fight against the barbarians and monsters. But... Brother Bai should be very happy to have disciples like you under his sect."

Ye Feng felt a little emotional.

There is no unstoppable road. Baihumen was surrounded and suppressed by three sects back then. They died and were injured, but in the end a few bloodlines were left behind. This can be regarded as some comfort given by God.

After taking out a bottle of healing elixir and handing it to the two of them, Ye Feng said, "Let's go, I'll take you to meet someone."

Mo Yun had a troubled look on her face, as if she had something to hide. After a moment, she mustered up her courage and said, "My little girl, I have one more thing to ask for. If you can help me, my senior brother and I are willing to serve you as servants for the rest of our lives."