Yunmengling was standing there quietly. Although Yi Xiaoyao was fighting against a strong enemy, there was no sign of worry in her beautiful eyes. Then she heard the indecent sound of the boss of the bandits, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, just responding to a cold word.

"roll!"

Hearing this, the boss suddenly had a murderous aura on his face, and then he regained the obscene smile: "Hehe, it's interesting to be spicy enough, but whether you want to do so or not, you can't decide!"

"She can't help but make the decision. Let's wait until you can survive next."

At this moment, a cold voice made the boss's face change in vain, and a hint of incredibleness appeared in his eyes, and then he suddenly turned around.

This voice came from the poisonous fog of the second leader of the Grass Knights. Although the Grass Knights could not see the figure of the person talking through the poisonous fog, it can still be confirmed that this was definitely not the voice of his second brother, but the person they were going to kill, Yi Xiaoyao!

The reason why he felt incredible after hearing this sound was because he knew how terrible the power of the poisonous fog was. How could a guy from the Yin-Yang realm not be poisoned to death immediately after entering the poisonous fog, but he still had the leisure to talk to him?

More importantly, the boss of the bandit discovered that his second brother seemed to be in the poisonous fog without any movement?

Then, he finally understood.

Because he saw that Yi Xiaoyao slowly walked out of the poisonous fog as if nothing had happened, and he was even more familiar with a figure in his hand.

As the distance got closer, the poisonous fog could no longer cover his sight. The surrounding bandits who were originally overjoyed by the arrival of the two leaders exclaimed in surprise.

Yi Xiaoyao's hand suddenly penetrated the dantian of their second in command, and was holding his Nascent Soul tightly!

"You...you!"

The boss of the bandit stared at Yi Xiaoyao with his eyes, pointed at him, gritted his teeth and growled, his face turned red from anger, but he was more shocked.

He had no idea how Yi Xiaoyao did it, so he killed his second brother so quickly, and his second brother's poisonous fog seemed to have no effect on Yi Xiaoyao!

Yi Xiaoyao still walked step by step, swallowing spiritual power in his palm constantly swallowing the poison in the Nascent Soul in his hand into the fourth poisonous baby, and then threw it away casually, and the corpse in his hand fell down.

"Second brother!!"

The boss of the bandit roared, looking full of grief and anger.

Yi Xiaoyao looked at the man indifferently and said coldly: "It seems that brotherhood among the bandits is still worthy of admiration."

"I'm going to kill you! Avenge my second brother!"

The boss of the bandit roared angrily, and with his hands raised, a towering rock dragon rushed out from the ground below, carrying him roaring and roaring towards Yi Xiaoyao.

Seeing this rock dragon, Yi Xiaoyao's expression did not change at all, but the bloody sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the majestic desolate aura cut the void.

"Great Wilderness Sword Slash!"

Once a sound came out, the sword light should be attached.

As Yi Xiaoyao's figure flashed, the Great Wilderness Sword Slash in his hand instantly shook the rock dragon fangs under the boss of the bandit.

Two terrifying attacks intersected in one place, and the entire space seemed to be paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a silent voice sounded the moment before the violent roar broke out.

"But no matter how deep the brotherly love is, if you get involved with me, you can only be a brother of the Dead."

As soon as the sound fell, the void burst into tears in an instant. With the explosion and roar, the gravel in the sky turned into a rainstorm and meteorite.

It was the towering rock dragon, which was slashed at it, and the terrifying destructive aura spread out from the sword cut all the two halves into countless gravels!

The leader of the bandit who summoned Yanlong was also killed into a blood mist by such a sword light that ruined the world.

"Ling'er, let's go."

After Yi Xiaoyao killed the enemy, his eyes were still as quiet as water. He greeted Yunmeng Ling softly, and the two left directly.

Only those band of bandits who were too lazy to look at Yi Xiaoyao, looked at the ending of the scene in front of him with horror.

Immediately afterwards, the little Ronaldo suddenly changed his expression because they found that there were a few strange figures among their group of people at some point.

Those strangers saw Yi Xiaoyao killing two Nirvana realms at an extremely fast speed, and their eyes were shining.

"How is it? Now I have seen it with my own eyes. You should have a new understanding of Yi Xiaoyao's strength, right?"

A figure wearing a black veil hat looked at Yi Xiaoyao's leaving back and spoke to the people beside him.

The other people nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice: "I have a feeling that this is not his true strength. If such a monster is allowed to participate in the battle between the emperor and the son, then our respective crown princes will probably not have the qualification to confront him at all, even if we join forces."

"I've come here, I'll say what to do, let's do it!"

A middle-aged woman's voice came out, and as she finished speaking, the other figures burst into murderous intent.

"Who are you?"

The group of bandits and little Luo looked at the strange figures mixed among them with inexplicable expressions, and spoke in confusion.

However, what responded to them was just a series of cold gazes!

Yi Xiaoyao, who had not yet left, also at this moment, his leaving figure regained his pupils and suddenly shrank.

Looking back, the group of bandits and little Luo behind him turned into a blood mist in the silent moment!

In the blood mist, nine figures with huge momentum gradually appeared, staring at Yi Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao finally understood. No wonder he felt an inexplicable crisis when he first came here.

It turns out that this kind of crisis was not brought by these bandits, but these nine figures behind them!

I guess, when Yi Xiaoyao killed the bandits in charge, these nine people were already mixed with the inconspicuous little Ronaldo.

However, it is so obvious that it has not been noticed by Yi Xiaoyao, who has always been cautious, which can only explain one reason.

That is, the cultivation strength of these nine people is far superior to that of Yi Xiaoyao!

"Ling'er, you go first and wait for me in the Dayu Dynasty."

Thousands of thoughts flowed through my heart in an instant, and Yi Xiaoyao spoke solemnly to Yun Mengling who also stopped beside him.

Yunmeng Ling had never seen Yi Xiaoyao show such a tense and serious expression. At this moment, he followed Yi Xiaoyao's gaze and looked at the nine figures walking towards them from the blood mist, and his face turned slightly pale.

Before Yun Mengling could answer, there were cold and murderous laughter heard from the nine figures opposite.

"No one of you can leave!"

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Chapter completed!