Mubai bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and his brain regained some clarity. He formed magic seals with his hands, and quickly applied a third-level floating technique to himself, and then managed to temporarily levitate his body in mid-air.
Looking down, he saw the figure of Fire Wolf at a glance. At this time, he was less than a hundred meters away from the mountainside, and he would hit the rocks above in a few seconds.
"Fire Wolf!"
Mubai's pupils suddenly narrowed, he exclaimed, and his face turned pale in an instant.
A moment of crisis.
A ray of cold blue light suddenly flew in front of Fire Wolf and touched his body.
"Wuhui!" Mu Bai's face was startled, and he saw Jian Wuhui standing quietly in mid-air with the Xuanyue Sword shining with blue light under his feet.
"Flying with a sword?" These four words suddenly flashed through Mubai's mind. He remembered that in the training scroll that Karlovich taught him, there was an introduction to warriors flying with a sword, which requires a very high level of training.
Only within the realm of success.
Jian Wuhui hugged Fire Wolf, who was as limp as a dead snake, and drove his flying sword to Mu Bai. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, I'm not far from Fire Wolf, otherwise he would be dead this time."
Mu Bai suppressed his surprise and glanced at Huolang in Jian Wuhui's arms. He saw his pupils were wide open, his face was as white as paper, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his mouth was wide open. He was so frightened that he could not speak for a moment. Just now he
I almost met the God of Death, no wonder I was so scared.
At this time, Andre flew under Mubai and the others.
Mubai and Jian Wuhui landed on Andre's back again. Mubai asked in surprise: "What happened to that sudden airflow just now?"
Jian Wuhui muttered: "That's the aura of a senior martial arts soul master. I guessed he just happened to pass by here."
"What?" Mubai's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he lost his voice: "Just the airflow generated during flight can drive the giant dragon away. This...his...strength is too terrifying."
Andre said: "I also felt the breath of human beings just now, so he must be at least a martial saint."
Mu Bai asked in surprise, "Martial Saint? Aren't you also a saint-level dragon? How come you can't withstand the Martial Saint's airflow?"
Andre said: "There are three stages of difference between martial saints. I am a junior saint level, and that martial saint is an intermediate level or above. Although there is only one level difference, it is at least a hundred years of cultivation. You
You are still a low-level soul master now, and you can't feel the stage gap between the same levels at all."