C221 (1/2)

In the sky, the black Flood Dragon circled in the air for a few times. With lightning flashing and thunder roaring, it rushed towards Jun Mohan, bringing along a dazzling blaze that charged straight towards Jun Mohan's forehead.

But, Jun Mohan would never allow himself to get into such a predicament.

He held the silver sword in his hand horizontally in front of his chest. Suddenly, he flew towards the flood dragon. An ice-cold sword qi enveloped him as he soared into the air, chopping at the flood dragon's head.

It was clean, decisive, and carried an unquestionable intimidating aura.

Without waiting for the Flood Dragon to react, he sent another Frozen Palm towards Hua Wuxie.

Hua Wuxie didn't expect Jun Mohan to be so distracted, and his mind was in a mess. He was forced to take a few steps back, and his heart was thrown into turmoil as he spat out a mouthful of black blood, leaning against the pillar of the arena.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and released a vicious light. He silently channeled his internal energy and roared angrily towards the sky. He then flew up and stood on the body of the flood dragon.

”Exorcist, since you are courting death, I shall grant you your wish.”

”This sovereign is really looking forward to it!”

”Is that so?”

Hua Wuxie laughed coldly, and pointed at the sect leaders who were fighting with the witch church, then a burst of irresistible black fog entered between their eyebrows.

In the next second, all the sect leaders were staring blankly, with no expression on their faces, they gathered together and walked towards Jun Mohan step by step.

”I would like to see how you treat your so-called human being in the face of life and death … ”Haha …”

Hua Wuxie's eyes were cold and piercing to the bones, containing a huge amount of killing intent, he waved his hand at the various sect masters, and immediately saw them flocking over, wielding their weapons, they rushed towards Jun Mohan.

At the side, Hua Wuxie's face wrinkled and revealed a trace of pain. Bean-sized perspiration had drenched his clothes and the aura of the Flood Dragon had weakened because of him.

Damn it, this old fart from Qingcheng actually had a hidden disease that he had to deal with at a critical moment.

He wouldn't be able to maintain his soul for long, so he had to finish this battle quickly.

He hoped that Hong Mei would not disappoint him and capture the Phoenixis Maiden in order for him to unite the world.

Hua Wuxie leaned on the Flood Dragon's body, and suddenly revealed a ruthless expression. Using all his strength, he exploded his internal energy out and flew towards Jun Mohan.

The Flood Dragon seemed to have felt its master's strength, and with a furious roar, it opened its mouth and flew towards Jun Mohan.

In a split-second, the earth trembled and mountains shook, causing smoke and dust to fly into the air. The witch church disciples and disciples of various sects were blasted away by this roar, and flew several meters away, losing their lives.

As for Jun Mohan, who was facing the killing intent of the various sect leaders, he was unable to kill them all. In a moment of carelessness, he was bitten on the shoulder by the dragon and dragged around in the air for a few rounds before being violently thrown out.

For a time, only the roar of a flood dragon and the sound of a weapon clashing against each other resounded in the air.

The setting sun was still quite sinister, causing Jun Mohan to feel dizzy and dizzy.

He didn't expect that the flood dragon's teeth would be poisoned. If he hadn't sealed his acupoints in time, the poison would have entered his body and only death awaited him.

To the side, Hua Wuxie was kneeling on the ground with one knee, beads of perspiration dripping down onto the ground drop by drop. Looking at Jun Mohan who was in the air, he saw a swaying image, and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurry.

His soul was slowly leaving Qingcheng's body.

But looking at Jun Mohan, he was not willing to let the enemy in front of him go just like that.

Seeing that, Jun Mohan who was standing in mid air opened his eyebrows, with killing intent in his eyes, the sword in his hand immediately turned into an ice pillar, and he merged with the sword.

The oppressive sword Qi caused dust to fly up into the sky, and the surrounding ancient trees were shaken until they became crooked. The leaves on the branches started to fall down.

This scene was absolutely miserable! Perfectly gorgeous! Cold Killing!

Jun Mohan's arms shook, passing by the sword aura ice pillar, and then floated down along with the leaves. With a long roar, he somersaulted through the air, the ice pillar suddenly transformed into countless of light and shadows, which directly pierced through the dragon's body and stabbed into Hua Wuxie's chest.

Following that, he pulled the sword out fiercely, causing blood to sprinkle onto Jun Mohan's face.

At this moment, he was covered in bloodstains, and he was even more terrifying than Asura of Hell. It caused people to feel a chill run down their spines.

”Exorcist, I'll be back. Don't disappoint me when the time comes … ”Haha!”

Hua Wuxie held onto the black hole in his chest, a playful smile flashed past his eyes, he moved like the wind as he struck out with his palm towards Jun Mohan, transforming into black smoke that brought the dragon away.

At this time, the power of the witch church were greatly reduced because of Hua Wuxie's departure.

As Leng Qianqiu watched Hua Wuxie leave, he knew that he would suffer heavy losses if he continued to fight. With a casual wave of his hand, black smoke rose from all directions in the arena as he led his few subordinates to flee into the distance.

”Don't chase after a desperate enemy!” ”Everyone, hurry up and check the situation …”