Chapter 418 (2/2)

Nan Yumu felt a chill on his back. Not only he, but also everyone was shocked. The understanding ability of the wind and dust was also terrible.

Yu Qingwan frowned, looked at Lan Yu and said, ”why don't we do it now? Although I don't like the man named Wen Youle, after all, the dust and his master are our common enemy. Although Wen Youle's cultivation is limited, it can still play a big role in keeping him alive.”

Lan Yu frowned and didn't answer Yu Qingwan for the time being. The reason why FengChen can achieve the highest level of martial arts of Xiong Gu must be similar to the situation when he was just reborn. It's no surprise that if he has a high understanding of martial arts, any martial arts can be mastered in a short time, Wen Youle had a few moves with FengChen. He had seen that FengChen's cultivation fluctuated more violently when he showed his martial arts skills. Obviously, he had not fully adapted to the male bone's body, but it seemed strong on the surface.

He gathered a mouthful of Zhenyuan and sent a message to Yu Qingwan: ”when he makes another move, you can directly destroy the body of the male bone with Yanhua sword formula and force the soul of the dust out. I will give him a fatal blow with my heart fire.”

Yu Qingwan's beautiful eyes brightened. Lan Yu's tactics are very exquisite. He must be caught off guard! She nodded, gathered her spirit and locked the dust.

The wind dust glanced at the scattered silver needles nailed to the ground and bounced back, shook his head and said, ”boy surnamed Wen, is that all you can do? It's too disappointing for us!”

When the voice fell, he gave a loud drink, twisted his feet on the ground and made a strong explosion. His whole body rushed out. The green veins on his right arm burst, and all his muscles were thick in a circle, which was very visual explosive. One fist exploded the air, and the air waves rolled towards Wen Youle. At the same time, two Chinese evil fighters suddenly rushed out and hugged Wen Youle's thighs, It directly turned him into a wooden stake for practicing kung fu.

”Shit! Get out of here!”

Wen Youle's legs tried hard to get rid of the two Chinese evil fighters, but he couldn't get rid of them for a time. The dust's fist had hit less than a meter away from his head. The vigorous wind was blowing, and all his hair flew behind him.

”Damn it!”

He had no choice but to turn his left hand to the folding fan on his right hand. With a sound of brushing, a piece of magic light rushed up on the fan, quickly enlarged and stretched, and turned into a one meter sized Pu fan in front of him.

”Bang!”

FengChen's fist hit the fan, and a series of fierce sparks broke out at the contact point between the fist and the fan. The huge, just and fierce force directly flew wenyoule out, and the blood in his chest was surging. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into the pile of evil fighters.

Luo Xinghe looked straight at his mouth. In his opinion, this boring fight is no different from children's fight. Na wenyoule is too different from wind dust in terms of martial arts understanding and strength. He said indifferently: ”wind dust, this man surnamed Wen is too scum, and the speed is crushed to death. Let's clean up the rest together.”

Everyone glared at Luo Xinghe, but no one said he was arrogant. Huatianlong, Yinlong Haoran, Yunyi and other strong men with fierce eyes have seen that Wen Youle is definitely not the opponent of the dust, and they also saw some clues from the changes in the dust smell. Their eyes flickered slightly and scanned each other, as if they were waiting for someone to take the first shot.

The wind dust nodded and said, ”don't worry, sir. It's only a matter of minutes to crush him!” after he said that his feet stepped on the ground, the whole person rushed into the air, then controlled the center of gravity to dive down, and the dazzling light lit up on his right fist, like a red sun.

”Help me!”

Wen Youle has been entangled by several Chinese evil fighters and can't move at all. He feels the coming of death and suddenly the dead take risks.

”Right now!”

Yu Qingwan sees the opportunity. The sword light of Yu Qingjian is surging, and a sea of sword spirit is spreading. The magnificent scenery of the prosperous age and the gorgeous hall complement each other, converging into an extremely sharp sword light.

The sword light is like lightning and runs like thunder. The speed is very fast. Although the wind dust has long been wary of other people's sneak attack, the consciousness has reacted, but the body is firmly restrained by the emperor of Wu and can't make the turning action.

But he was not flustered. Instead, a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He pinched a formula seal on his left hand, and his soul was about to get out of his body.