"Woo——!"

The sharp voice suddenly spread in the forest, sharp and piercing, making Liao Yunjin cover his ears all of a sudden. And the originally rhythmic flute sound was also disrupted by the rough sound of the bone flute, and those Tsing Yi Jue Mang, who were originally writhing rhythmically, all stopped, standing stupidly in the grass.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu suddenly retracted his flute into his arms, and took out his knife again, sweeping with a single sword, and the domineering cold air swept out, leaving a piece of ice crystal on the grass in front of him. The sound of "rustling" spread out along these ice crystals, and under this extremely cold knife aura, all the Tsing Yi Jue Mang along the way were frozen into ice cubes. And the frost spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already at the end of darkness.

Mo Zhiyu's eyes were sharp, and it seemed that he had pierced the darkness directly.

But at this moment, the flutes that had been disturbed before played rhythmically again, slowly wafting out of the surrounding darkness, and then there was another "rustling" sound, and those ice crystals that had been frozen out shattered layer by layer, spreading towards the side of the ink delirium, followed by more black shadows.

"Are you coming?" Mo Zhiyu smiled lightly, and with a sword up, he cut out an ice wall in front of him, and the sound of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" sounded at this time, and then rows of Tsing Yi Jue Mang pierced the ice wall, and then these Tsing Yi Jue Mang quickly disappeared.

And the flute in the forest turned sharply, and the sound of "thump" came from another direction, and Mo Zhi's old trick was repeated, and he once again waved the defensive ice wall to block this wave of attacks.

So repeatedly, just before the high-pitched turn of this song, the opponent attacked, and his own side defended, and he had already made more than a dozen moves back and forth.

"That's too passive!" Liao Yunjin said eagerly, looking around nervously, "This is too much of a drain on your Yuan Force!" ”

"Don't worry," Mo Zhiyu looked very relaxed, "If it is a lot of wear and tear on me, isn't it too much wear and tear on him?" Again! ”

He took out his bone flute again, and blew it again, making a sharp sound, disrupting the rhythm of the other party again, followed by another slash. The other party still fought back at the end of the darkness again, and those black shadows quickly covered the cold ice crystals, and quickly attacked the side of the ink delirium.

Mo Zhiyu swung his knife violently, and the ice wall rose from the ground, blocking the darkness coming from all directions, and a series of "tuk tuk" sounds exploded on the ice wall, and the snake heads that pierced the ice wall quickly turned into black smoke.

This is the second battle, and this time, the power of the opponent's use has also increased several times compared to the previous one, and only a little bit of this ice wall will be shattered.

However, just this point, Mo Zhiyu also saw the limit of this person's Yuan power, this person is just a little bit worse.

So when Mo Zhiyu blew the bone flute for the third time, he was even more unscrupulous, and he was very easy to meet the next third attack, but this time, the opponent's attack was exactly the same as the second time, and even the power did not increase, and it seemed that the opponent's yuan power had declined.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu saw the puppet next to him wave the torch in his hand again, and the red mist around the torch dissipated much faster than before!

This is your chance!

When the puppet waved the torch again, Mo Zhiyu no longer blew the bone flute, but snatched the little snake from Liao Yunjin's hand at once, the little snake was frightened and opened its bloody mouth towards Mo Zhiyu, but Mo Zhiyu raised his hand and threw the little snake into the depths of the forest like a dart.

This little snake is Tsing Yi Jue Mang, and he has a sense with this snake man, so once this snake is out of his control, it will definitely react to the person's position for the first time, that is, at this time, he kicked under his feet, and followed this little snake into the darkness, the blade in his hand was cold, and he naturally wanted to see blood!

"Ahh A scream came from the depths of the darkness at this moment, and the little snake that Mo Zhiyu followed actually fell from the sky at the same time.

Mo Zhiyu was slightly surprised, such an ending is not right!

He also stopped following the little snake, and quickly ran a few steps forward, and checked in the grass for a while, and picked out a small snake, but the snake was soft, and did not even take back the snake letter that he spit out, and it was obviously dead.

This kind of snake raised with Yuan Li died innocently, and there was only one result, that is, the owner of the snake also died!

But this is not right, even if he fights against the snake man, the other party will not suddenly run out of Yuan Force and die! The exhaustion of Yuan Force is at most exhaustion, and it is impossible to endanger life!

Mo Zhiyu remembered the scream before, he thought it was the snake man's trick, but now it seems that it is probably not!

He hurriedly lost the little snake in his hand, and ran in the direction where the screams came before, and along the way, he saw all kinds of Tsing Yi Jue Mang, all of whom were dead without exception, without moving, not even moving their scales.

At last he ran out of a forest and came to a clearing, and then he saw a mess of snake corpses in a place, and among them he saw a man in a black robe lying in the grass.

At this time, he didn't care about any disgusting, Mo Zhiyu guessed that the snake corpse in the place walked over, and walked to the side of the black-robed man, he didn't use his hands, but just picked this person over with a knife, and then saw that this person had white eyes, a mouth full of blood, and was already dead.

He quickly looked at the man's body, and at a glance he saw that the fatal wound was in the center of the eyebrow, and there was a small spot of blood in the center of the eyebrow, if it was not oozing blood, it would not have been noticeable at all.

"Young Master Mo? Yikes! Liao Yunjin, who was running after Mo Zhiyu, was also shocked when he saw the tragedy of this place, and then he also tiptoed on the snake corpse on the ground and walked to Mo Zhiyu's side, and hurriedly asked, "What happened here?" You killed him? ”

"It's not." Mo Zhiyu shook his head slightly, wiped the blade on the cuff, and then returned the knife into the sheath, "Look, this person was pierced by Yuanjing. ”

"Puncture?" Liao Yunjin was surprised again, because although Yuan Jing was the fatal point of the Yuan Force Cultivator of the Illusory Yuan Realm, it could not be destroyed casually, let alone directly stabbed. But Liao Yunjin also noticed that there were no large wounds on the body of the person on the ground, only a blood spot in the center of his eyebrows. The fatal injury can only be this place, could it really be that someone pierced Yuanjing?

(End of chapter)