Ji Xu turned his head blankly and looked at Yan Yuhan, who was also a little stunned.

The latter's body trembled and saw Ji Xu's devouring eyes like an evil ghost.

What kind of eyes is that? Heartbroken and despair? It seems like you are going to tear everything in front of you.

Even if the lion is invaded by the territory, that's not the case.

While Yan Yuhan shivered, he subconsciously said: "It's not me."

Mi Jiajia, who was beside her, moved her throat and looked at the dead Ye Lin with her eyes trembling.

Her soul and body are now imprisoned, but she is still keen to the perception of the soul given by the dead soul worm.

The shot just now took away not only Ye Lin's life, but also shattered her soul.

And Ji Xu could naturally sense the broken soul fluctuations.

"Kill you." Ji Xu murmured.

"What?" Yan Yuhan didn't hear clearly, but his mental power was highly concentrated, and he secretly pinched the seal in his hand. He knew that if he lost Ye Lin's bargaining chip, what he wanted to meet must be the opponent's full force.

That was the scroll of people among the three gates. Now I have secret injuries. After the real fight, I realized that the guy in front of me was not as simple as I thought.

The reaction power of the battle, the flexibility of changing moves, and the manipulation of blood and energy are all top-notch, not to mention the condensed killing artistic conception.

It is not difficult to see that Ji Xu, who appeared in Yan Yuhan, has been eroded by the artistic conception, just like those artistic conceptions of "observing nature". Some people think of the growth of wood and feel the feelings, and in the end they even grow into a tree themselves.

"He is really not afraid of death." Yan Yuhan's eyes were solemn. From the time Bian Zhifei made a mistake, he knew that no matter when he was careless, he was his biggest enemy.

"Kill you!" Ji Xu roared suddenly, and the wooden board under his feet exploded instantly, and then melted into ashes by the high temperature.

The whole body shot away like a cannonball, and the sword of the curse seal on his hand was wrapped in red, like a torch burning in the sky.

Because he doesn't understand any fighting skills, Ji Xu's battles are always simple and crude, and he can do whatever he wants.

And now, he held the sword in both hands, jumped up and slashed straight down.

Before the person arrived, the heat wave that was rolled up looked like a tropical depression. Yan Yuhan stood above the Molong, but the water surface around him was pressed strangely.

He narrowed his eyes, his clothes were burned by heat waves, but soon a layer of ink was filled with it.

As he said, where there is water, it is his place of place.

Yan Yuhan forcibly resisted the scrambled heat wave, and pinched his hands with seals and shouted sternly: "Secret Art·Drawing Tiger!"

The wind came to the tiger, and before Ji Xu's sword reached, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

Between Ji Xu's jumping up and Yan Yuhan below, a big white-headed tiger suddenly appeared, as if walking out of the scroll, with ink dropping all over his body.

The white tiger lowered its head, let out a long roar, and jumped straight towards Ji Xu.

At this time, Ji Xu's entire body had already slashed out from the sky with a force of ten thousand pounds.

The water surface suddenly fell down.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Ji Xu clenched his teeth, and his face was covered with a cleaved wound burned by the heat waves caused by the strong wind. He did not retain any reservations. This attack was his full force.

It exceeds the powerful blow that "fire arrow" that exudes blood qi from the body.

Mi Jiajia, not far away, exclaimed softly and was lifted into the water by the surging lake water, and Ye Lin, who had no breath, was the same.

The collision of two completely different extraordinary forces made the mist of a hundred meters clear, revealing dark clouds and turning into a clear sky.

Ji Xu had no time to take care of him at this time, otherwise he could infer that the big monster had ended his saint's realm of breaking the saint, perhaps succeeding or failure.

But in all, the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth disappeared.

Yan Yuhan felt that his feet sank, and the water level within three meters around him dropped by more than ten centimeters. He suddenly raised his head, and ink gradually gushed into his eyes.

It was like a quiet night, with only endless murderous intent inside.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at his right hand. Ji Xu's sword of curse seal was placed on it, but his clothes were not even cut.

All the power just now was not blocked by Huahu. The indomitable murderous intent made Yan Yuhan think that he was going to die, but fortunately, the wind and rain finally stopped.

Ji Xu was gasping heavily, his arms trembled slightly, and his eyes were staring at the long sword transformed into a curse seal in his hand.

"Sure enough, I'm restless." A trace of sadness flashed in his heart. If it weren't for the sudden withdrawal of the power of the last curse seal and cut off the connection between himself and his blood and energy, Yan Yuhan in front of him would have been cut in half.

As the two of them looked at each other, the dark sword slowly melted and twisted, and like a living thing, it began to climb towards Ji Xu's body along Ji Xu's hands.

"It seems you can't control it." Yan Yuhan's expression relaxed, and the haze in his heart disappeared. "It seems that if you don't have to do it yourself, this kid will be retaliated by the curse seal."

...

On the building not far away, a figure shrouded under a black robe looked at Mi Jiajia floating up from the water from the scope, and scratched her head with some distress.

"Do you want to kill her too? It seems that the guy's hatred is not enough."

The fat hood completely covered his face, and he licked his lips, "Since the power of the man's scroll has not been fully exerted, then add another fire."

The "Scepter of God" in his hand was like a toy for children in his hand. His dark muzzle aimed at Mi Jiajia, who was wrapped in ink in the lake. The carvings of the world tree on the gun were clearly visible, and the textures were filled with metallic luster.

"Goodbye, beauty." The man sighed with emotion, "Because we need a 'god' to appear."

The trigger was lightly pulled, the gun body shaking slightly, and a special alchemy bullet passed by like a meteor.

...

Ji Xu turned around suddenly, and just now, another gunshot was heard.

Mi Jiajia opened her eyes wide in amazement, and the ink flow wrapped around her body quickly dissipated because they belong to a type of energy, and alchemy bullets have the characteristics of eliminating energy.

The lake surface that had already faded was once again stained with blood.

Ji Xu was in a daze for a moment, and the power of the curse seal on his body took the opportunity to rush towards him.

Even Yan Yuhan, who was beside him, was a little surprised. His expression, which was sure to win, disappeared, and instead brought him a little panic.

"Why are their people still here in the foundation's 'Scepter of God'?" Yan Yuhan looked around. With his current state, he was not sure to avoid this deadly bullet like a sickle swinged by the god of death.

This is the deadly silver bullet.

"Who is it?" A burning red appeared in Ji Xu's eyes, a clear bloodline flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and his body began to become hotter.

"squeak!"

Some rushing screams rang out from the dark spell that flowed through his body, and then quickly subsided like a sea of ​​ebbing tide, and finally settled back on his right arm into a wrist guard.

But now, Ji Xu has no time to care about it.

His body was very hot, the wooden boards under his feet quickly burned into ashes, and the water around him began to evaporate.

But Ji Xu was still standing on the water without sinking at all.

Yan Yuhan began to retreat, and the molong under his feet slowly moved backwards, but the ink on his body was slowly overflowing and fading away.
Chapter completed!