Chapter 592 Doubt life
At the same time, Leng Yue held a dark purple sword in his hand, and he moved through the enemy's formation as agilely as a ghost.
Every time he swung the sword in his hand, a gust of black wind would whistle out, as fierce as a violent storm.
These ghost winds pounced on the enemies with bared fangs and claws, ruthlessly sweeping them into them, making it difficult for them to escape.
Looking at Yu Zhiyan, she was holding the Bingpo Liuli Sword in her hand, and the sword body continuously emitted strands of bone-chilling coldness.
Wherever she passed, a thick layer of frost would quickly form on the ground.
Any enemy who dares to approach her will be frozen into an ice sculpture and unable to move if he is slightly exposed to the coldness.
The Cuishuang Thunder Cloud Fan in Rong's hand is even more powerful!
He only had to wave the fan lightly, and in an instant lightning, thunder, and frost swept towards the group of people in black cloaks.
Thunder and lightning cut through the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield, and frost fell like snowflakes, bringing chills to the enemy.
As for Chu Moxiao, he also held a red folding fan carefully made by Jun Yijue.
When the fan opened and closed, there was a faint glow of fire, as if it contained endless power.
When Zhuge Ze, the man in the black cloak, saw this scene, his eyes widened and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
The size of their eyes widened like two gigantic copper bells.
He even rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, but it was indeed true.
This completely caused a huge storm to set off in his heart.
Anger and astonishment intertwined in his heart, like a pot of boiling hot oil, constantly rolling and bubbling.
He gritted his teeth secretly, and squeezed out a series of angry curses from between his teeth.
hateful!
He would never have thought that this young boy Su Chenyin actually possessed such a treasure as the Space Storage Talisman!
And...and the cultivation levels of these young guys around her are so high.
Among them, three people actually reached the level of spiritual gods!
Where do these evil geniuses who suddenly appeared from nowhere come from?
Where on earth did this genius come from? He is so talented.
And how did they practice?
These people are so young, yet their cultivation is so high!
Zhuge Ze, the man in the black cloak, wailed in his heart and began to doubt his life. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and black air continued to emerge from his body.
However, Su Chenyin didn't care at all about the black-cloaked man's extreme shock and suspicion.
She didn't even look at him, but just snorted coldly.
Then she gripped the sword tightly, her body as agile and light as a flying swallow, and rushed towards Zhuge Ze again.
As she charged forward, her black hair, which fell like a waterfall, fluttered in the wind.
Her exquisite and beautiful face revealed a look of determination, without any intention of retreating.
Zhuge Ze, the man in the black cloak who was recovering from his injuries at the moment, saw Su Chenyin rushing towards him like a storm.
In an instant, a hint of obvious panic flashed involuntarily in the depths of his eyes.
However, it only took a moment for him to regain his composure.
He quickly finished healing his wounds, then snorted coldly in a pretentious manner, and roared loudly at the top of his voice:
"Humph, you little girl who doesn't know your own limits!"
Although he was a little scared in his heart, he still pretended to be calm, thinking that he must not show cowardice in front of this girl.
"You think you can take my life? That's just wishful thinking!"
As he spoke, he clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks bulged slightly from the excessive force.
At the same time, he quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body and quickly formed seals with his hands under the black cloak to deal with Su Chenyin's attack.
At this time, Xu Qiang on the other side came rushing over with a group of dark soul warriors.
Xu Qiang saw the fierce battle from afar, and a hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes.
However, in just a moment, he gave the order without hesitation.
He waved the weapon in his hand and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, go!"
Following his order, the dark soul warriors behind him let out deafening shouts of killing, resounding through the sky.
They brandished their weapons without hesitation and rushed towards the group of black-cloaked puppets with overwhelming force.
In an instant, the already chaotic battle situation became even more complicated.
The two sides fought together, with swords and sabers flashing and flying everywhere, shouting and fighting sounds coming one after another, which was terrifying.
In another corner of the battlefield, Jun Yijue was fighting fiercely with Mu Chengyun.
Although Mu Chengyun is slightly inferior to Jun Yijue in strength, he is proficient in the use of poison.
He waved his hands repeatedly, and all kinds of poison powders, poison darts and poison knives attacked Jun Yijue like raindrops.
Faced with such an intensive, insidious and vicious attack, Jun Yijue did not dare to slack off or be negligent in the slightest.
He was as light as a swallow, and his movements were agile and nimble, skillfully dodging Mu Chengyun's wave after wave of fierce attacks.
Not only that, Jun Yijue also remained highly vigilant at all times, observing every subtle movement of his opponent.
Try to find a loophole that can break through the opponent's defense.
Time passed by minute by minute, and this fierce battle had lasted for a full minute.
At this time, a layer of fine beads of sweat had seeped out of Jun Yijue's forehead, but his eyes were still bright and he was in high spirits.
Suddenly, he keenly caught a tiny flaw in Mu Chengyun's transition of moves.
In a flash, Jun Yijue flashed like a ghost and instantly avoided the deadly poisonous knife that Mu Chengyun was determined to hit him with.
Then, Jun Yijue swung the white sword in his hand that was shining with cold light.
In an instant, the sword light cut through the sky like lightning, and pierced straight into Mu Chengyun's heart with unparalleled momentum.
At this moment, Mu Chengyun had never expected that Jun Yijue would launch such a swift and precise counterattack.
His eyes widened, filled with horror and disbelief.
However, it was too late and he had no time to make an effective evasive move.
With a muffled "puff" sound, Jun Yijue's sword pierced Mu Chengyun's heart without any hindrance.
A stream of bright red blood gushed out from the wound, splashing in the air and forming a shocking blood mist.
Mu Chengyun's body trembled violently, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.
His face turned as pale as paper, his lips trembled slightly, and he was unable to make a final sound.
Finally, Mu Chengyun's body seemed to have lost support and slowly fell backwards.
His body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
From a distance, it looks like a dead tree that has been ruthlessly cut down, so desolate and helpless.
"You..." Mu Cheng uttered the last half of the sentence with a thread of breath.
But before he could finish his words, his head drooped down weakly, his eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
And his face, filled with fear and unwillingness, was frozen at the moment of death.
He stared at the sky, as if he wanted to tell the world the endless resentment in his heart through the thick blue clouds.
Jun Yijue, who was standing aside, did not stop what he was doing.