Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1171 Self-confidence, Mo Feng

Chapter 1171 Confrontation

Suddenly, I saw Wu Yun as the center.

A raging fire swept across in an instant.

The seven or eight people did not expect this moment at all.

Someone exclaimed: "Tianpin martial arts, so strong!"

At this moment, how can these people still have the domineering attitude before.

They were already panicking.

Perhaps they never thought that Wu Yun actually had the ninth level of Yuan and Jing.

He never imagined that Wu Yun would have such a formidable celestial martial skill.

The aura of the holy fire that rushed to the face was even more terrifying.

But in any case, Wu Yun had already shot, they wanted to run, it was too late.

In an instant, only one after another mourning sound was heard.

These seven or eight people were all overturned to the ground.

Of course, if it was just that, the blazing fire couldn't kill them.

However, the ensuing fusion of fire into the spirit.

In an instant, it invaded the blood of each of them.

After they fell to the ground, the seven or eight people were all rolling on the ground, screaming tragically.

Melting fire into the spirit, the power of holy fire, has invaded the blood of each of them.

Burning them in agony.

"Hmph, it's too much."

Wu Yun snorted coldly for a while.

Pick up a weapon from the ground that fell from their hands.

You Long walked in motion, and his body was like electricity, flashing past these people.

The tragic wailing stopped abruptly.

Because, they can no longer make any sound.

On the ground, there were only seven or eight headless corpses and seven or eight rolling heads.

All of this happened in a flash, not to mention others, not even the two cultivators of the Nine Levels of Tribulation Realm did not react.

By the time they react, it will be too late.

"You bastard, how dare you kill someone in front of us!"

Suddenly, an angry roar came.

At the same time, I saw a cultivator of the Ninth Level of Tribulation Realm. If it was like a sharp sword, the whole person rose from the ground.

That terrifying aura of cultivation also swept towards Wu Yun.

He's about to go.

He was going to take action against Wu Yun himself.

At this moment, Wu Yun's heart tightened suddenly.

The first thing that comes to mind is to run away.

In any case, the strength gap between the two is too great, almost two big realms.

Even if he exposes all the cards on his body, he is not sure how to attack the opponent.

So, he can only dodge.

Of course, when Wu Yun made his move, he had already thought of this moment.

So he was prepared for it.

At the moment when the cultivator of the Ninth Layer of Tribulation Realm made his move, Wu Yun did not hesitate.

Dodge directly.

I saw his toes slammed on the ground, and the whole person left the ground in an instant.

The figure quickly shot back.

However, Wu Yun still underestimated the strength of this cultivator of the Nine Levels of Tribulation Realm.

Because the other party has already locked him with momentum.

Therefore, no matter how he dodges at this moment, the other party can immediately perceive his dodging trajectory.

After just one round, Wu Yun felt more and more exhausted.

"Oops, can't you run?"

Wu Yun tried to dodge while trying to figure out a way in his heart.

"Humph, want to run? Go to hell!"

At this moment, I only heard the furious roar of the cultivator of the Nine Levels of Transcending Tribulation Realm ringing in his ears.

The fist style had already hit Wu Yun's heart.

At this moment, it would be impossible for Wu Yun to say not to panic.

Life and death are on the line.

If he takes a wrong step and is hit in the heart, I am afraid that no one can save him.

However, Wu Yun had no idea how to take this step.

"No, I can't run."

Seeing that the opponent's fist was getting closer and closer to his heart, Wu Yun's heart pounded.

Seeing that there is nothing to do.

No way out.

In desperation, Wu Yun could only pin his last hope on the God of Fortune Clock.

In the sea of consciousness, he frantically called the clock of good fortune.

"Hey, old bastard, come out, help."

boom!

Suddenly, a violent roar came.

The speed was so fast that even Wu Yun couldn't realize what had just happened.

However, Wu Yun could feel that someone was helping him just now.

Because he is not dead.

The opponent's fist did not hit his heart.

More than that, unexpectedly.

Not only was he not hit, but he was not affected in the slightest.

The cultivator of the Nine Levels of Transcending Tribulation Realm.

It was like hitting an iron plate, and the whole person was blasted out like a kite with a broken string.

Wu Yun's expression changed, and he secretly said, "Could it be that the God of Fortune really did it? It shouldn't be, that old bastard is so good? Isn't he afraid of being exposed?"

However, this question was quickly answered.

It is indeed not the God of Fortune Clock, as Wu Yun expected, in this case, it is impossible for the God of Fortune to make a move.

He is afraid of being exposed.

And the person who shot was also Wu Yun's expectation, Elder Feng.

"Yi Lin, Yuan Yan, what are you doing, two dignified vice presidents of the Pill Soul Hall branch, what kind of manner is it to take action against a disciple?"

Elder Feng stood in front of Wu Yun with anger.

Wu Yun's eyes narrowed, and he secretly said that these two guys were the vice presidents of the branch.

And the person who was injured just now was Yuan Yan.

Elder Feng's voice just fell, but he only listened to that Yi Lindao.

"President, is it because you didn't see that these disciples, and the three outside disciples, all died in the hands of this kid Wu Yun."

"Such an unruly disciple, if you don't kill it, what's the use of keeping it?"

"Kill, it's not your turn to kill!"

Elder Feng said coldly.

"What do you mean?"

Yilin continued.

"What do you mean? I know your little Jiujiu. I don't care about you on weekdays, but today, whoever of you dares to touch Wu Yun, kill him!"

Elder Feng is straightforward, without any sloppiness.

The expressions of Na Yilin and Yuan Yan changed.

Then Na Yilin continued: "Feng Changlin, you should be very clear about what form it is now. I advise you not to care about us, otherwise, once we report to the two deputy hall masters, you will not be able to eat, and you will walk around!"

"Bastard, call me by my name, who gave you the guts?"

"boom!"

Elder Feng suddenly roared, and then flicked his sleeves.

Based on his cultivation, it is far from the reach of the two vice presidents of the ninth level of transcending the catastrophe.

This understated move actually sent that Yilin flying out.

At the same time, he turned around and said to Wu Yun.

"Follow me!"

Wu Yun followed.

Then, Elder Feng said to Yi Lin and others behind him.

"Move him, you might as well try!"

Yi Lin and Yuan Yan gritted their teeth, trembling with anger.

But there was nothing he could do, he could only watch Feng Changlin take Wu Yun away.