Shamanism kills the god

"Kong Minggu is doing business, idlers avoid it, if there is any obstruction, shoot and kill!"

Kongming Messenger Sword Seventeen let out a yell, and suddenly raised his sharp long sword with a murderous aura, giving hope to the nervous Mu Feng and Wen Feixue in the carriage. .|i^

The heart is colder than ice, and the heart is hard!

Facing Jian Yu, his former wife and junior sister, Jian Leng, who has become a messenger of the sky, is indifferent, ruthless, and merciless in his strikes.With a bang, the sharp long sword came to Jian Yu's eyes, fast and ruthless.At this moment, looking at his merciless sword, Jian Yu's eyes flashed with pain, and then turned cold, his eyes showed a cold light, completely desperate.

th!

At this moment, her heart was icy cold, she completely lost hope of recovery, only resentment was left in her heart!

"kill!"

Messenger Kong Ming's expression was blank, the sharp long sword paused slightly, and the edge of the sword was slightly deflected to the left, stabbing at Jian Yu's left shoulder.A sword stabbed out, and there was a whistling sound in the air, and thousands of sharp sword auras appeared, with a huge momentum.

Wan Jian Jue!

Like Jian Yu, the envoy of Kongming displayed the unique skill of Wushan swordsmanship, the difference is that the momentum is even more astonishing under the full blow.Obviously, his cultivation in the way of the sword is still higher than that of the astonishingly powerful Jian Yu.However, just as the long sword in his hand was about to stab in, his body suddenly shook, and his right hand limply collapsed.With a ding, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground feebly.

Like Mu Feng and Wen Feixue, the powerful Kong Ming envoy Jian Qiqi was also poisoned by the terrible poison.It's just that because of its strength, the attack time is a little slower!

In an instant, looking at the scene in front of him, Mu Feng's heart sank. .|i^Unexpectedly, with the powerful strength of Kongming Envoy Sword Seventeen, he would not be spared!

How to do?

Could it be that God destined him to die here?

Mu Feng felt unwilling and thought hard about the countermeasures.It's a pity that my whole body is sore and weak, and my supernatural powers are useless, and my heart is getting heavier and heavier.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Looking at the envoy of Kongming who was so weak and weak that he almost couldn't stand still, Jian Yu laughed out loud, unscrupulously, incomparably insolently, "It doesn't matter if you kill him, hahaha! Lord Jian Leng, no..., Jian Yu Seventeen, kill, why don't you do it? Aren't you people from Kongming Valley very powerful?"

"Colorless and odorless, it seals the power within the body silently and silently, this..., is this the fairy spring in legend?" Kongming Messenger Sword Seventeen had rich experience, and seemed to suddenly remember something, his face changed drastically, "Jian Yu, you... ..., you painted the Immortal Spring on the wind chime, have you prepared it long ago?"

"Hahaha, that's right, this is the legendary Immortal Spring, hahaha!"

Jian Yu laughed loudly, "Immortals drink freely and freely, and mortals drink the Immortal Spring, which has lost all their energy. It's really powerful, hahaha! It's a pity, it's just a little bit painted on the wind chimes to temporarily seal your power. Jian Leng, Don’t worry, my husband. When I kill those two little guys, I’ll drink all the rest of the Immortal Spring for you. Without your impressive strength, you can obediently return to Wukong with me. Shan, the two of us are carefree as before, and no one will disturb our life anymore, hahaha!"

The more Jian Yu talked, the more excited she became, as if she had relived her previous life and returned to Wushan, which was isolated from the world.Flipping his right hand, half a bottle of almost transparent spring water appeared on his palm. He didn't care to drink it for the messenger of Kong Ming, picked up the long sword that had fallen on the ground, turned around and walked towards the carriage with a grim expression on his face.

From the moment she accepted the task, she was fully prepared.

The sniping by the masked killers is just a foreplay; her own surprise attack is the climax of the ambush; and the colorless and odorless Immortal Spring is the real finale weapon.

Below the state of transforming gods, even saints are ants, and if they accidentally drink the fairy spring in their hands, they will lose all their skills.If it is mild, it will temporarily lose its mobility, and the whole body will be sore and weak. If it is severe, it will be done on the spot, and all the cultivation base will be in vain!

In order to bring her husband Jian Leng back to Wushan, Jian Yu does whatever it takes.

For her, what she wants is people, and the rest can be discarded.Jian Leng has no skill, which is exactly what she wants, and from now on, she won't worry about the latter leaving her side again!

"Mu Feng, go, you go!"

Seeing Jian Yu approaching with a sharp sword, Wen Feixue's face turned pale.He wanted to pick up the long sword beside him to meet the enemy, but his whole body was sore and limp, his right hand was trembling, and he couldn't even touch the hilt.Although he wanted to block the powerful enemy for Mu Feng and put his life and death aside, he was powerless and could only watch the monster Jian Yu getting closer and closer.

go?

Now that it looks like this, where else can I go?

Mu Feng felt bitter in his heart, just like Wen Feixue, he had no choice but to watch Jian Yu getting closer and closer.

Immortal spring!

Before he died, he remembered these three words deeply.

The name sounds good, and it looks transparent and clear, but it is the most terrifying poison in the world.Colorless and odorless, not to mention ordinary practitioners, even saints are not immune.Its toxicity is terrible, one can imagine!

"Hahaha, if you are poisoned by the Immortal Spring, no matter how powerful you are, you will die!"

Seeing Mu Feng who couldn't move, Jian Yu laughed out loud with a cold look in his eyes.Thinking of his fierce collision before, I felt a faint pain in my lower abdomen, and my face became more ferocious, and then said: "Little guy, don't blame me, you and I have no grievances, and I don't want to have a bloody feud with the famous Yebei Palace." .Unfortunately, you have offended a big man you can't afford to offend. If you want to blame, blame yourself!"

hum...

Before she finished speaking, Jian Yu suddenly raised her sharp long sword, and coldly stabbed Mu Feng's eyebrows.With a buzzing sound, the tip of the sword coldly pressed against Mu Feng's eyebrows, quickly and ruthlessly, without mercy.

"Slow down, wait a minute!"

The moment he was about to be assassinated by a sword, Mu Feng yelled loudly, looked at the murderous Jian Yu, and said in a deep voice: "It is my misfortune for Mu Feng to die here. Student Mu Feng, ask yourself that your life will be bright and aboveboard, and you dare not ask for extravagance." My lord let me go, I just want to die clearly. Lord Jian Yu, before dying, can you tell me who is going to kill me? Who is it that laid out such a scheme?"

He and Wen Feixue were unable to move, and Jian Qiqi, the only Kongming Messenger who had high hopes, was also poisoned.But here, there is no one inhabited, thick darkness shrouds the earth, and no passer-by passes by for half a day. It is absolutely idiotic to desire some miracle.However, no matter how bad the situation was, Mu Feng never gave up the idea of ​​survival.

On the one hand, I hope to know who is behind the scenes; on the other hand, I also secretly procrastinate for a moment, hoping for a miracle.As long as he accumulates a little bit of spiritual power and summons He Liushuang or the sword slave in the painting world, he may be able to escape!