Chapter 117 (1/2)

In Ye Sheng's eyes, the sense of killing is boiling.

The suppression of the real martial arts practitioners by the monks of Ning Mai Jing is shown to the extreme.

Sword light in the air, interwoven into a network, to cover the words of Chu among them, thousands of pieces of corpses.

”You're not so lucky this time.” Ye Sheng sneered in his heart.

The other side has no chance to escape under their own swordsmanship.

At this time, Ye Sheng saw Chu Yan's smiling face, suddenly raised his hand and threw a white light to the ground.

Bang!

With a dull sound, Chu Yan's figure was immediately shrouded in a thick white fog.

This white fog spread very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, covering several acres.

”No!”

Ye Sheng's pupils contract violently, and he rushes into the white fog and cuts angrily in the direction of Chu Yan.

Whoa!

A knife cut down, but just rolled up a mass of air, triggered the white fog crazy chaos, but nothing cut.

Ye Sheng scolded in his heart and looked around.

But the white fog was very thick. At the moment, he was in the thick fog. He could not see his fingers. Where could he see Chu Yan.

Looking around, Ye Sheng felt as if he had become blind.

Once again by the other party to escape, Ye Sheng's heart, suddenly full of unprecedented anger.

He jumped up to the nearest big tree.

Although the thick fog covers a large area, its height is limited, only as many as one floor.

At this moment, Ye Sheng climbs on the tree and looks down. He sees the white fog under him, spreading slowly around. It is estimated that it will not dissipate for a while.

Around the white fog, the light and shadow are mottled, and the light and shade alternate. It's better to be closer. If you are farther away, it's also very difficult to see the figure clearly.

”Where the hell is it?” Ye Sheng was so angry that his teeth itched. He clapped his hand on the tree trunk in front of him.

With a bang, the big tree answered.

A piece of tree trunk fell from mid air and fell into the thick fog. There was a dull sound, but no trace.

”Do you think you can escape? It's impossible. There has never been a warrior who can escape from the hands of monks, and you are no exception. ” Ye Sheng sneered, pondered for a moment, took out a thin bamboo tube from his arms, and shot a bright yellow fireworks into the sky.

After that, he fell back to the ground, raised his knife, and immediately flattened a stone not far away, then sat on it with his knees crossed.

After half an hour, a group of Ye family members led by Ye Hengkong appeared in the distant woods.

Entering the hinterland of the black cloud forest, there was obvious tension on the faces of the Ye family. At the moment, they came in the direction of Ye Sheng and watched around warily.

However, they look a little obscene, just like a mouse who has just stolen food and is looking around.

After a while, they found Ye Sheng who was meditating.

”So late.” Although Ye Hengkong is older than himself, the tone of his speech is not polite.

The reason is very simple, he is the coagulation pulse state, and ye Hengkong is just Zhenwu state.