Originally, Jun Yimo didn't think that the shield would be so powerful that it could completely scatter the opponent's attack. With such a stalemate, her goal had been achieved.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man looked surprised.

He didn't expect that this thin guy would have such a good defensive weapon.

Jun Yimo saw this opportunity, and the transparent silk thread she had been waiting for for a long time finally came out of her hand, and under her control, it silently flew towards the middle-aged man opposite.

Soon enough, there was only a slight popping sound, and the middle-aged man's expression had stopped at that moment forever.

It was an inexplicable and unbelievable shock. It seemed that before I had time to believe it, I had no chance to think about it.

Jun Zihao couldn't believe this sudden change. The guy who was so powerful just now suddenly lost his voice and left a thin trace of blood on his neck.

"Yimo, this is..."

Jun Yimo waved her hand at the middle-aged man standing opposite, and the big head rolled down and to the side under the influence of her spiritual power.

The moment the body fell, it began to spray blood like water, and it suddenly turned scarlet.

"Suddenly, he is finally dead!"

"How did you do this?" Jun Zihao stared blankly at the heads at his feet. How could he have imagined that just a second ago, they almost died at his hands?

"Sneak attack! Otherwise, what else can we do? Fight hard? I can't beat him!" Jun Yimo shook his head easily, pretending to be frightened.

Jun Zihao, on the other hand, thought of the series of troubles he had brought and almost injured Yimo, and he felt guilty immediately, "Yimo, it's all my fault, I caused you trouble!"

"You are indeed very bad. At this time, shouldn't you go and pack up our trophies first? Do you still want to wait for the next person to come over and fight again?" Jun Yimo said to her.

He winked and teased.

"Well, you're right." As he said that, Jun Zihao already understood the situation and started to collect the spoils.

In a short while, they had rummaged through the middle-aged man's body. In addition to the treasures left by the previous man, this man from Yanfeng Castle also had one or two spiritual weapons on his body.

"Here, they are all here, put them away!" Jun Zihao was very attentive and handed over all the collected treasures to her.

Jun Yimo nodded and put away everything with a wave of his hand.

She was the one to deal with the enemy, and the harvest was naturally hers. She didn't think there was anything wrong with putting everything away.

But she always felt that the things she collected from middle-aged men were a little too little.

Could it be that this person doesn’t even have a magic weapon to save his life?

She was a little disbelieving, so she knelt down and looked at the body again.

The time of two sticks of incense had passed, and the middle-aged man's body was almost stripped naked by her. If Jun Zihao hadn't stopped him, what would have appeared in front of her now was a naked body!

"Is there no place to hide anything here?!" Jun Zihao didn't understand why Jun Yimo kept looking at the corpse in a daze.

Jun Yimo did not answer, his eyes stayed on the corpse's shoes.

"Didn't you notice that there wasn't any dirt or blood under his feet?" She finally raised a question.
Chapter completed!