Devouring Sword God

Chapter 650 Nine Figures
Yun Mengling was standing there quietly. Although Yi Xiaoyao was fighting against a powerful enemy, there was no worry in her beautiful eyes. Then she heard the obscene voice of the grass bandit leader, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. Just responded with a cold word.

"roll!"

Hearing this sound, the head of the grass bandit suddenly had a look of evil spirits, and then returned to that obscene smile: "Hey, it's interesting if it's spicy enough, but it's up to you to decide whether you want it or not!"

"I can't help but she decides, let's wait until you can survive in the future, then we can talk about it."

But at this moment, a cold voice made the face of the grass bandit leader change in vain, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes, and he turned his head suddenly.

This voice came from the poisonous mist of the second leader of the grass bandit. Although the leader of the grass bandit could not clearly see the figure of the speaker through the poisonous fog, it can still be confirmed that this is definitely not the voice of his second brother, but the voice of his second brother. The person they want to kill, Yi Xiaoyao!

And the reason why he felt incredible after hearing this voice was because he knew how terrifying the power of the poisonous mist was. How could a guy in the Yin-Yang realm not be poisoned to death immediately after entering the poisonous mist? Talk to him leisurely?
More importantly, the head of the grass bandit found out that his second brother seemed to be motionless in the poisonous fog?
Then, he finally understood.

Because he saw that Yi Xiaoyao walked out of the poisonous mist as if nothing had happened, holding a very familiar figure in his hand.

As the distance got closer and closer, the poisonous fog could no longer cover the sight, and the group of grass bandits who were overjoyed by the arrival of the two masters all exclaimed in unison.

Yi Xiaoyao's hand pierced through the dantian of their second leader, holding his Nascent Soul tightly!

"you you!"

The head of the grass bandit stared at Yi Xiaoyao, gritted his teeth and growled while pointing at Yi Xiaoyao, his face flushed with anger, but he was more shocked.

He didn't know how Yi Xiaoyao managed to kill his second brother so quickly, and his second brother's poisonous mist didn't seem to have any effect on Yi Xiaoyao!

Yi Xiaoyao still walked step by step, the devouring spiritual power in his palm continuously devoured the poison in the Nascent Soul in his hand, and incorporated it into the fourth poison baby, and then threw it away, and the corpse in his hand fell straight down.

"Second brother!!"

The head of the grass bandit screamed, his face full of grief and indignation.

Yi Xiaoyao looked at this person indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that the brotherhood between grass bandits is still worthy of admiration."

"I'm going to kill you! To avenge my second brother!"

The head of the grass bandit let out a roar, and when he raised his hand, a towering rock dragon rushed out from the ground below, carrying him roaring towards Yi Xiaoyao.

Seeing this rock dragon, Yi Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged, but the Bloody Sword was unsheathed in his hand, and the majestic aura of desolation split the void.

"Great Desolation Erosion Sword Slash!"

As soon as the sound came out, the sword light was attached.

With the flash of Yi Xiaoyao's figure, the Dahuang Erosion Sword in his hand instantly shook the rock dragon's fangs under the head of the grass bandit.

The two terrifying attacks intersected at one place, and the whole space seemed to pause for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, only an indifferent voice was heard, which sounded a moment before the violent roar broke out.

"However, no matter how deep the brotherhood is, if you mess with me, you can only be a dead brother."

As soon as this sound fell, the void was just an explosion that shook the sky in an instant. Accompanied by the explosion and roar, even more rubble from the sky turned into a rainstorm and fell down like meteorites.

It was the towering rock dragon, which was cut in half by the shocking sword that was slashed at it. The terrifying and destructive aura emanating from the sword chopped the two halves of the rock dragon into countless gravels!
And the leader of the grass bandit who summoned the rock dragon was also beheaded into a blood mist by such a destructive sword light.

"Ling'er, let's go."

After Yi Xiaoyao killed the enemy, his eyes remained as still as still water, and he greeted Yun Mengling softly, and the two left straight away.

Only the gangster Xiao Luo, who Yi Xiaoyao didn't even bother to look at, was left, looking at the ending of the scene with horror on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the expressions of this group of Xiao Luo suddenly changed again, because they found that among their group of people, unexpectedly there were several strange figures added at some time.

Those few strangers saw Yi Xiaoyao killing the two nirvana realms at an extremely fast speed, all eyes were bright.

"How? Now that you have seen it with your own eyes, you should have a new understanding of Yi Xiaoyao's strength, right?"

A figure wearing a black gauze hat looked at Yi Xiaoyao's leaving back and said to the people beside him.

The rest of the people nodded solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "I have a feeling that this is not his true strength. If such a monster is allowed to participate in the battle between emperor and son, then even if our respective crown princes join forces, it will be impossible There is no qualification for any confrontation with him at all."

"It's all here, what are you talking about, let's do it!"

A middle-aged woman's voice came out, and as her words fell, the remaining figures erupted with murderous intent.

"You... who are you?"

The group of gangster Xiao Luo all looked at these strange figures mixed among them with puzzled faces, and said in doubt.

However, what responded to them were only cold gazes!
Yi Xiaoyao, who hadn't gone away yet, was also at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank once again when he saw the departing figure.

Looking back, the group of gangsters behind him, Xiao Luo, suddenly turned into a bloody mist in the silence just now!
In the blood fog, nine imposing figures gradually appeared, staring at Yi Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao finally understood, no wonder he felt an inexplicable crisis when he first came here.

It turned out that this crisis was not brought about by these grassroots bandits, but by the nine figures behind them!

Presumably, when Yi Xiaoyao killed the grass bandit leader just now, these nine people had already mixed in the group of unremarkable little Luos, watching him coldly.

However, it was so obvious that Yi Xiaoyao, who was always cautious, didn't notice it, so there could only be one reason.

That is, the cultivation strength of these nine people far exceeds Yi Xiaoyao's!

"Ling'er, you go first and wait for me at Dayu Dynasty."

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Yi Xiaoyao spoke solemnly to Yun Mengling, who was also following him and stopped.

Yun Mengling had never seen Yi Xiaoyao showing such a tense and serious expression, and at this moment, following Yi Xiaoyao's gaze, he looked at the nine figures walking towards them from the blood mist, and his face turned slightly pale.

Before Yunmengling could answer, a cold and murderous laughter came from the nine figures facing him.

"You, none of you can leave!"

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(End of this chapter)