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Chapter 1025 Victory

Under the joint attack of Su Jingye, Yang Wenchang and others, the number of goshawks and giant snakes gradually decreased until they completely disappeared, leaving only hideous and terrifying corpses all over the ground.

Su Jingye and Qing Yan, who had completely eliminated the snakes and goshawks, got up and rushed towards Mo Wushang's direction without stopping for a moment.

Yang Wenchang hesitated for a moment, and led the others to rush over.

When Yang Wenchang arrived, he happened to see Ming Ye holding Mo Wushang in one hand, while stabbing at Duan Huan with the soft sword tightly in the other hand.

Ming Ye and Sanskrit were fighting back and forth for countless rounds in the air, and the two hadn't come to a conclusion. Ming Ye, who was a little worried about Mo Wushang, fended off Sanskrit's attack and looked away. Looking around, he realized at this moment that, at some point, he had already moved away from where Mo Wushang was.

Ming Ye was worried, so he wanted to rush back to find Mo Wushang, but how could Sanskrit let him go so easily, and insisted on clinging to him tightly.

Although Mingye's strength is better than that of Sanskrit, it is still a bit troublesome to get rid of Sanskrit's entanglement immediately, and he can't escape for a while.

Unlike others who are more likely to be distracted the more they worry, the more Ming Ye worries about Mo Wushang's situation, the more concentrated his attention becomes.

These are things Sanskrit would not have imagined.

Fanyin looked at the anxious look in Ming Ye's eyes, and thought that there would be a situation that would be beneficial to him, but it seemed that he was thinking too much.

Sanskrit's lips raised a confident smile, and he threw the folding fan into the air with one hand. The folding fan suddenly disintegrated in the air, and twenty or thirty small short swords as thin as cicada's wings came out from it. Floating in the air under the control of spiritual power, the next moment, these small swords flew towards Ming Ye in unison according to the meaning of the mantra.

Under the control of Sanskrit, these little swords seem to be alive and constantly change the direction of attack according to Ming Ye's movements. Seeing countless cold lights constantly surrounding Mingye, gliding past him non-stop.

"Humph……"

Ming Ye snorted disdainfully from his nose, raised his hand casually, and the soft sword flew out, and spun rapidly in the air like a spinning top, creating a strong whirlwind around him, blowing those The little sword was all rolled in.

While throwing the soft sword, Ming Ye also avoided the small sword that was attacking him and flew towards Fanyin, swinging a fist full of spiritual power and smashing towards Fanyin.

The Sanskrit voice didn't hesitate and sacrificed its spiritual power to block it directly.

The moment the two collided with each other, the huge impact caused a turmoil on the ground below the two, and several cracks opened on the ground.

The two were bounced away, but Ming Ye quickly swung his fists and slammed towards Sanskrit again.

Sanskrit blocked the punch, but Mingye's next fist hit him immediately, and the densely packed fist gradually made Sanskrit feel a little strenuous.

Ming Ye, who wanted to find Mo Wushang quickly, had only one thought now, to kill Sanskrit.

The more he thought about it, the faster his subordinates moved, and their strength continued to increase.

Finally, after Ming Ye swung his fist many times, finally he punched Fanyin hard on the chest.

With Ming Ye's whole body strength, he punched Sanskrit with a punch that was no less than a heavy boulder hitting Sanskrit. Although Sanskrit had good strength, he was still pushed back a few steps by Mingye's heavy punch.

(End of this chapter)