"Boy, do you want to kill me? You are not qualified enough!"

Looking at the evil cultivator coming towards her, a cold light appeared in his eyes, Feng Jiu curled his mouth: "Then let you see if I am qualified enough!"

As soon as the voice fell, she no longer covered her cultivation and aura. In an instant, the aura of the peak of foundation building spread out from her body. The powerful ancient pressure also poured out like a flood under her release, turning into a beast and pounced towards the evil cultivator of the Nascent Soul.

"hiss!"

"This, this is..."

He gasped, his eyes filled with disbelief. As a powerful Nascent Soul, he could feel the ancient pressure from the pressure attacked by the young man, and naturally he could also detect that the peak foundation-building aura that was permeating the young man at this time contained a terrible aura.

That is the aura of the way of heaven... He, is he actually the foundation building of the way of heaven!

The powerful airflow from the ancient pressure swept out was surging him. He only felt the breath of death covering his head, and his body became stiff for a moment, but at this moment, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and a severe pain in his heart came.

"Hiss!"

The moment Qingfeng waved, a bloody arm flew out like that, spinning several times in the air and then threw it ten meters away. The shrill scream also slashed through the sky at that moment and came into everyone's ears.

"Hiss! How is this possible!"

The evil cultivators of the Golden Pill and the evil cultivators of the foundation building who were ten meters away were shocked by this scene. They opened their eyes incredibly and watched the broken arm fly out with blood, crossing the air and falling on the ground covered with fine sand and stones.

The evil cultivator of the Nascent Soul covered his broken arm and retreated step by step, with incredulousness and horror in his eyes. He seemed to have never expected that Feng Jiu would be so fast, and he did not expect that his Nascent Soul would have his arm cut off by a foundation-building monk.

The severe pain from his body and the warm blood stained by the hand covering his broken arm clearly told him that this was not fake, it was true! His hand was really chopped by this boy!

Fengjiu stood in front of the wind with his sword. In the night, red clothes were flying, and bloodthirsty and fierce aura filled her eyebrows. She stared at the evil Nascent Soul Cultivator in front of her, raised the Qingfeng sword in her hand and pointed at him and gestured.

"Do you know? As long as I moved the sword a little, this time I would cut it down not just one of your arms." A sneered sneer on the corner of her lips: "I know I have an ancient divine beast, holding a Qingfeng sword, and still dare to provoke me? Ha! I'm really looking for death!"

"Give it all up! Kill him!"

The Nascent Soul retreated step by step, but the evil cultivators behind his life stepped forward. However, these people were evil cultivators. After seeing that even the powerful Nascent Soul was cut off, who would dare to go forward to die?

Seeing that no one came forward, the Yuanying couldn't help but turn around and stare at the people who retreated ten meters away: "Go up! Why are you standing there? Kill him for me!"

However, as soon as the voice fell, a chill was coming from behind. The murderous aura came. He turned around and saw the young man in red holding a green breeze and pressing him step by step. The murderous intent was fierce and he could not allow him to retreat. At that moment, he gritted his teeth, and his uninjured hand condensed a sharp airflow towards the young man. He turned around and planned to escape first, save his life, and did not worry about not having a chance to take his life in the future!

"Want to leave? You're here, don't think you can leave alive."
Chapter completed!