Supreme Martial God Technique

In fact, at this moment, Wu Yun hesitated.

It was not that he really gave in.

He was thinking about whether he could start from this point and find other opportunities.

However, three breaths were too short.

So short that before he could make a decision, the other party had already made a move.

The man with a mole on his forehead suddenly swung his arm.

His face had become extremely gloomy, and cold murderous aura was lingering around him.

He made a move.

From the palm of his hand, a sharp thorn like a steel knife suddenly condensed.

At that moment, the air around the thorn was instantly taken away, and the space was instantly distorted.

This move, no matter what attack power it had, was not something Wu Yun could bear.

The feeling of death locked Wu Yun tightly.

There was no resistance, nor escape.

Because Wu Yun knew that in his current state, even if he was in his peak state, it was impossible to take away this attack from a Saint-level strongman in such a short time and at such a close distance.

Watching the spikes coming towards him.

Although the speed was very fast, extremely fast.

But in Wu Yun's eyes, it was already very slow.

Because in his eyes, he had begun to replay the things he had done, the roads he had walked, the people he had met, and the feelings he had left over the years.

Like a cursory glance.

Facing this irresistible force, Wu Yun had given up. For him at this moment, it didn't matter how much time was left or when the ice spikes would hit him.

Death could no longer cause him fear.

Because he had accepted death calmly.

This was not cowardice, not weakness.

But the helplessness in the face of this powerlessness.

Boom!

The violent collision sound stirred up a terrifying energy ripple, sweeping towards the surroundings.

At least the trees a hundred meters away were swept away.

The land was scorched and the rocks were broken.

Wu Yun was shaken away. Did he think he was dead? He closed his eyes, and everything suddenly became very quiet, safe, and even warm.

This feeling was like returning to the feeling of a baby in a cradle in childhood.

"Who are you?"

A figure suddenly sounded in the rumbling noise.

At first, Wu Yun thought it was just an auditory hallucination.

But soon, he suddenly realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, it was very real.

He reacted suddenly, opened his eyes, stood up, and looked forward.

Unimaginable, incredible scene.

He was not in hell, and the inverted ice spikes did not hit him.

A person was sitting and standing a few dozen meters in front of him.

A back, a familiar back.

"I'm not dead?"

"Dragon Eye, how come you are here?"

Surprised, Wu Yun subconsciously exclaimed.

At the same time, many questions were answered instantly.

Just like why he didn't feel pain just now, and why he felt a warmth like a baby lying in a cradle when he retreated.

It turned out that the Dragon Eye appeared at the last moment when he was hit by the spikes.

The Demon Dragon Eye saved him and forcibly wrapped him with power, escaping from the danger range.

And the power that wrapped him, the warmth and safety made him feel like he was back in his childhood.

Looking at the back of the Demon Dragon Eye, Wu Yun felt a little indescribable in his heart.

Although this is what the Demon Dragon Eye should do.

After all, there is a soul-stealing blood contract between them.

If Wu Yun died, he must die too.

It is his duty to ensure Wu Yun's safety.

However, no matter what the reason, it cannot change the grace of the Demon Dragon Eye for saving his life this time.

Of course, Wu Yun has more doubts about the Demon Dragon Eye and can't figure it out.

Why did he leave at that time, how did he leave, and how did he suddenly appear here now?

And so on, all kinds of questions, like unsolved cases.

Even Wu Yun almost asked directly.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man with a mole on his forehead suddenly made a cold voice, interrupting Wu Yun's thoughts.

"There are helpers. Haha, you are the master of this little bastard, right? Very good. Since you are here, I will kill you all together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked directly.

When he faced the Demon Dragon Eye, he was obviously much more serious than when he dealt with Wu Yun.

His whole body turned into a huge green ice spike, surrounded by terrifying power, pulling the space, sometimes twisting, sometimes collapsing.

It turned out that this spike was his martial arts.

And what he displayed at this moment was actually his martial arts true body.

"Boy, I will leave this bastard to me, you don't have to worry about it."

"Hurry up and heal your wounds. The danger here is far beyond your imagination."

"As for your doubts about me, we will talk about it later. Hurry up and heal your wounds!"

After speaking, the Demon Dragon Eye turned into a stream of light, pounced forward, and collided directly with the huge ice spike.

Boom!

A terrifying and deafening sound rumbled.

The space collapsed instantly at the collision point.

But perhaps in order not to affect Wu Yun, Demon Dragon Eye deliberately moved the battlefield farther away. He was leading the middle-aged man with a mole on his forehead to fight in a direction farther away from Wu Yun.

Watching the two fighting figures gradually going away, Wu Yun, who suddenly relaxed, felt the severe pain again.

Although he was not injured in the back, the injury he suffered in the front was still serious, and he really had to heal quickly.

As for the rest, we will wait until the Demon Dragon Eye comes back to find him.