Chapter 1292

A loud bang.

Xiaojian didn't pay attention to it at all, and slashed at the golden umbrella with a sword.

"Forehead"

The old Yemo clansman snorted in pain, and was sent flying with his umbrella, and a long crack appeared on the umbrella surface.

Although he is in the third level of the supernatural realm, he is one level higher than Xiaojian.

But Xiaojian is not an ordinary sword spirit, but a chaotic sword spirit, possessing the power of destruction, and its lethality is incomparable.

It is reasonable to be hit so hard.

Xiaojian gained the upper hand with one blow, and did not stop, continuing to chase and kill the opponent.

His task was to deal with this night demon clansman, even if he couldn't behead him, he still had to entangle him, so as to buy time for Su Yi.

On the other side, after Su Yi used [Mirror Clone], his main body has quietly entered the opponent's aircraft.

At this time, in the aircraft, a young Yemo clansman was looking out, and this person was Yu Yuanwu.

When he saw that the elder Ye Mo tribe was at a disadvantage, his face became more serious.

Suddenly, a sharp piercing sound appeared behind him.

"Someone sneak attack?"

Yu Yuanwu's expression changed, but he remained calm in the face of danger.

A khaki halo suddenly bloomed on the body, covering it like an energy mask.

At this moment, Su Yi punched him, hitting the yellow mask first.

"Ok?"

Su Yi frowned.

At this moment, he clearly felt the huge resistance created by the yellow mask, which made it impossible for him to fully display the power of this punch.

"Small tricks!" Su Yi snorted coldly, increasing his output in vain.

In order to avoid killing Yu Yuanwu with one punch, the punch just now only exerted one-third of its strength.

At this moment, the strength of the boxing front has been raised to the level of 70000 kilograms.

There was a crackling sound.

Under the violent impact, the yellow mask shattered like paper.

Su Yi's fist drove straight in and hit Yu Yuanwu's shoulder heavily.

A loud bang.

Yu Yuanwu's shoulders collapsed from the beating, and half of his body became bloody.

puff!
Yu Yuanwu opened his mouth and spewed out a spray of blood. Enduring the severe pain, he smashed through the aircraft and rushed out.

"There's still some skill."

Su Yi raised his brows and followed closely.

If it were an ordinary person who suffered this blow, he would have passed out long ago.

Not only did Yu Yuanwu hold on, but he was also able to escape. He was indeed a character.

However, Yu Yuanwu was seriously injured after all, so where could he escape?
"Little Lord!"

Seeing Yu Yuanwu being injured, the old Ye Mo clansman's eyes were tearing apart, and he desperately wanted to help, but he was entangled by Xiaojian.

boom!
After Yu Yuanwu landed, he endured the pain and fled forward quickly.

However, in front of Su Yi, a fierce man who has increased his speed ten times, his speed is actually about the same as that of a turtle.

Just as Yu Yuanwu ran tens of meters away, he saw a figure appearing in front of him, which was obviously Su Yi.

"you"

Seeing this, Yu Yuanwu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split, as if he had seen a ghost, his breathing stopped.

Su Yi's speed was so terrifying that it completely frightened him.

At the same time, he also recognized the reality, it was impossible to escape, and only by defeating Su Yi could he have a chance of survival.

Yu Yuanwu's heart skipped a beat, and a concrete object quickly appeared.

It was a golden disc about the size of Zhang Xu, exuding a scorching brilliance.

(End of this chapter)

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