Chapter 1351 If you can’t survive, it’s all empty talk

Gululu…

Jin Xiong's head rolled for more than ten meters before stopping.

There was a smile on that proud face.

However, under the face, the neatly cut neck was still bleeding with blood.

As for the headless corpse, it took a while before a stream of hot blood spurted out.

Behind him, the mist demon held sickles in both hands, as if he was doing something simple.

"This...this..." Not far away, Gongsun Huowu stared blankly at Jin Xiong's head, and then at the headless corpse.

This was almost unacceptable to her.

A man at the pinnacle of the Holy Emperor Realm, a majestic elder of Wanjin Mansion, had his head cut off and died in an instant?

Those powerful men who had already become famous and had a place among the upper-class warriors in the Central Territory, died like this?

Whoosh…

Suddenly, the figure of the mist demon suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Before Gongsun Huowu could react, a ferocious and terrifying face appeared in front of her.

Those empty eyes were only one foot away from her beautiful eyes.

At that moment, Gongsun Huowu only had time to shrink his pupils and break out in cold sweat.

It came from the inexplicable panic in my heart.

Those empty and lifeless eyes, like terrifying eyes that are indifferent to everything, are enough to make people fall into fear instantly.

The next second.

Without any warning, the mist demon raised the sharp sickle in his hand and swung it down.

"Ah..." Gongsun Huowu exclaimed.

The scene of the head being dismembered and falling to the ground flashed through her mind, forcing her to scream out of fear.

Wow…

The sickle streaked through the air quickly, causing a burst of sound.

Such an astonishing speed was probably enough to cut off her head neatly.

However, just before the sickle came to her neck, the sickle suddenly stopped.

hiss…

The sharp breath of the scythe almost cut off a hair on her neck.

The black hair falls slowly.

Gongsun Huowu's graceful figure instantly collapsed to the ground.

For a moment, she felt that she was passing by death.

In front of him, the face of the mist demon turned and looked at Xiao Yi.

The only one who could make him stop his scythe suddenly was Xiao Yi.

"Come back." Xiao Yi said.

Whoosh... The mist demon ducked back to Xiao Yi without hesitation.

"Why did you kill her?" Xiao Yi asked in confusion.

He did not give the order to the mist demon to kill Gongsun Huowu.

"Master...eyes..." The mist demon's words gradually became less clumsy than before, but they were still not fluent.

"Master... hates her... I'll kill her..."

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled lightly, "Come back first."

"Yes." The mist demon nodded, disappeared instantly, and returned to the Wind Sacred Pot.

Then, Xiao Yi turned around and left.

Behind him, Gongsun Huowu suddenly stood up.

As expected of the genius of the Eighteen Houses, he recovered from his fear so quickly.

"Xiao Yi, little thief." Gongsun Huowu clenched his silver teeth.

"Today's humiliation, I, Gongsun Huowu, will never forget."

As he spoke, a trace of shame and anger flashed across Gongsun Huowu's pale face.

"Hurt?" Xiao Yi said indifferently before turning around.

"My skills are inferior to those of others, so what else can I say?"

"Hmph." Gongsun Huowu snorted coldly, "That sounds nice."

"I don't believe that little thief Xiao Yi has never been defeated."

"Failed." Xiao Yi nodded and said no more.

The figure flashed and left with Jin Xiong's body.

Of course he has also been defeated.

However, they were all defeated at the hands of some old guys.

However, even if he loses, he will not say such meaningless harsh words.

Instead of doing this, it is better to enhance your strength and win in the future instead of losing again.

…

Inside the Golden Light Danger Zone.

Xiao Yi dodged for thousands of miles before suddenly stopping.

I put down Jin Xiong's body and felt it.

"Purple Martial Spirit." Xiao Yi's face showed slight joy.

As expected, those who can cultivate to the peak of the Holy Emperor Realm are not ordinary people.

This Jin Xiong's martial spirit is of purple grade, and the color is quite light.

Probably at the middle level of purple.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes and opened them again the next second.

The originally clear and bright eyes suddenly changed.

The left eye is as deep as ink, and the right eye is as hot as fire.

In the center where the two eyes looked, an invisible vortex appeared out of thin air.

In one breath, Jin Xiong's martial soul power had been absorbed completely.

Xiao Yi also looked inwards at the fire-controlling beast martial spirit in his body.

The fire-controlling beast, as cute as ever, opened its mouth and 'ate' the power of the martial spirit.

It can be clearly felt that the color of the fire-controlling beast has deepened slightly.

After doing everything well, Xiao Yigang was about to leave.

Suddenly, the Qiankun Ring in his hand shook slightly.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned.

After sensing the Qiankun Ring, what vibrated inside was the Leng Yan Sword.

Xiao Yi frowned.

He certainly knew the reason why the Leng Yan Sword vibrated.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Forget it." Xiao Yi muttered to himself, and a light flashed in his hand.

Leng Yanjian appeared out of thin air.

The sharp sword tip touched Jin Xiong's body.

The blade of the Leng Yan Sword suddenly flashed with a cheering rhythm.

The essence and blood on Jin Xiong's corpse continued to flow away.

The essence and blood of a strong man at the pinnacle of the Holy Emperor Realm was naturally the reason why Leng Yanjian jumped with joy.

In fact, in the past, Xiao Yi did not want Leng Yanjian to absorb the essence and blood of warriors.

It's not that he thought Leng Yanjian's move was evil.
To be continued...