ancient god emperor

Chapter 476 Battle Robe Projection!

"call!"

Mo Dao took a deep breath, and there was a restrained light in his eyes, a majestic breath of new life emanated from him, and his cultivation had also advanced to a level, sweeping away the previous sluggish breath.

"Brother Chu Yun, I don't thank you for this kindness. If you need it in the future, you can come to me. I don't know how to say no. Even if it's Huangquan Jiuyou, the forbidden land of the sky, I will accompany you in your adventures!" Mo Dao looked at Chu Yun solemnly.

Chu Yun smiled, and he nodded. He did not say thanks for his great kindness. All he wanted was a promise, a promise to conquer the sky and the earth, and to follow life and death. This is friendship, and he, Chu Yun, accepted this friendship!

"Fan Hairong..." Chu Yun's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth drew a playful arc. It seemed that Zhang Ke hated him to the extreme, otherwise he would not have risked the danger of patriarchal sanctions to suppress Mo Dao.

Whether it's for Mo Dao or for himself, he will never forget this hatred. Now that the enemy has already lit up his fangs, he can only strike fiercely to crush those deadly fangs and severely suppress them.

"boom!"

The fragile thatched hut was shattered and shattered by the berserk breaths. The thatched grass in the sky turned into dust and fell, but Chu Yun, Mo Dao and Mo Qingcheng had already jumped out.

The white powder fluttered, and Chu Yun looked cold. He stared at the three figures galloping in the distance. One of them was holding a long sword. !
"Fan Hairong!"

Mo Dao clenched his fists tightly, his nails sank deep into the flesh of his hand, and his knuckles snapped. Unexpectedly, the person who came was Fan Hairong, the warrior who beat him into a dead dog and almost made him die!
The three of them came without hesitation, and the leader was Fan Hairong. He was holding a long sword, and his eyes were as bright as stars. When he saw Mo Dao standing there, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? Injured, it hasn't fallen yet!"

"Could it be the power of luck? Hehe, I can't think of such a crude luck secret technique, you can still persist until now, and even healed on your own. It's really a miracle, but today I come to review it, then you And no need to live any longer!"

With his hands behind his back, Fan Hairong said in a cold voice, "But you can die, but your younger sister who is as beautiful as a flower will take advantage of me today!"

Chu Yun snorted coldly, he stared at Fan Hairong with murderous intent emerging in his eyes, did it really mean that the enemies didn't get together, he didn't go to settle the matter, unexpectedly Fan Hairong came by himself? !

Hearing Chu Yun's cold snort, Fan Hairong frowned, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He felt that the man in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen him before.

But he didn't care, he sneered and said: "You are with that Mo Dao group, right? They are all humble people from the borderlands of the wild wilderness. Even if you come to the Taixu Sect, there is no way to cover up your blood. inferior!"

"Noisy!"

Chu Yun was very simple and rude, he didn't have a good impression of Fan Hairong in front of him, and almost killed Mo Dao by shooting, which made him murderous.

"I'm noisy? Hehe, the newly promoted disciples don't know what it means to respect a senior brother, and they don't even know what it means to be polite!" Fan Hairong held his hands behind his back, and his expression was filled with endless coldness. It was obvious that he was extremely dissatisfied with Chu Yun.

"brush!"

Fan Hairong exuded the aura of the sixth level of the Yunling Realm, obviously he had traveled a long way in the Yunling Realm, and his combat power was extremely strong.

"Is it the sixth level of the Yunling Realm?" Chu Yun's eyes flickered. He is now at the peak of the Desolate Bone Ninth Level. For him, the sixth level of the Yunlingling Realm is really not an invincible existence.
"I don't know where the confidence comes from!" The murderous intent in Chu Yun's eyes became more and more intense, he stepped out, and stood in front of Mo Dao and Mo Qingcheng, like an unshakable sacred mountain.

Mo Dao's eyes flashed, and he squinted his eyes slightly. He knew that Chu Yun was about to make a move. It would not be a good thing to provoke Chu Yun. of.

"presumptuous!"

Fan Hairong's expression was cold. He held a long sword in his hand and picked up the sword flower. Waves of murderous air slapped down like sea waves, and instantly pierced Chu Yun's chest.

"Clang!"

Chu Yun was very simple and rude. He swung his fist directly and slapped it under the long sword. The long sword made a whining sound. His slender sword body couldn't bear the majestic force, and cracks appeared one after another
"You injured Mo Dao, right?" Chu Yun sneered, "This punch is for Mo Dao's revenge!"

"Buzz!"

Chu Yun punched directly, the fist was so powerful, it drained a small amount of energy from the world, and smashed on Fan Hairong's body!
Fan Hairong seemed to be hit hard, the long sword in his hand shattered suddenly, his chest collapsed, his pupils shrank, and he slammed hard on the floor!
Fan Hairong's mouth kept overflowing with blood, and his scalp was about to explode. Originally, he was ordered by his master to kill the Mo Dao brothers and sisters, but who would have thought that he would kick the iron plate.

"Kill that man for me!" Fan Hairong's scalp was numb, he said to the two warriors beside him, he lost his confidence in the first battle, after scolding those two warriors, he actually wanted to rush behind him, want to escape.

This new disciple is so fierce that he doesn't look like a newcomer at all, which is too scary, even if he has gone a long way on the road of cultivation, he is no match for the man in front of him!

Chu Yun looked at Fan Hairong who wanted to escape, and the sneer on his face became more intense. He rushed forward. The two were weaker than Fan Hairong. Chu Yun killed them with only two punches. The two warriors were killed.

Blood-colored mist radiated out, and broken bones lay across. Seeing this scene, Fan Hairong's face was full of horror. He looked at Chu Yun who was rushing towards him at a high speed, and shouted: "Master, save me!"

After saying that, Fan Hairong pinched a piece of jade slip in the storage bag, and a figure appeared in the jade slip. That figure was dressed in a battle robe, and his eyes were like lightning, as if there were endless sharpness emanating from it.

That person is Zhang Teng's elder brother, Zhang Ke, who is the previous generation disciple of Taixu Sect. He has traveled a long way on the road of cultivation. Even among the previous generation disciples, he is also a ruthless existence!
Chu Yun's eyes flickered, is that projection Zhang Ke?However, he didn't catch a cold at all. If Zhang Ke's body came, he might be defeated, but a ray of clone projected to resist Chu Yun?That would be too naive!
(End of this chapter)