Whoosh!

Yun Moxian's body was flooded with colorful clouds. In the blink of an eye, she came to the figure. With a flash of sword light, a huge earth character flew out and hit the person.

"Well, you Yun Moxian, a prostitute, why are you so stubborn? Aren't the tens of thousands of disciples of me, Cold Moon Demon Peak, not enough to scare you?"

The figure that had never appeared suddenly stopped. It was a short little guy. He looked like a doll, which was very different from the normal Night Stalker.

Although this guy looks like a doll, his strength is at the peak of rank seven.

The seventh-level realm is far beyond the cultivation level of the fourth calamity. He has been cultivating for more than 700,000 years and is about to reach the eighth level.

Who can not be afraid of such strength?

Only Yun Moxian.

"when!"

With the sound of gold and iron, the two did not separate, but instead began to tremble more intensely.

At this moment, the magic mist of Ye Wu's magic robe dissipated, and then a bright light as big as a bean star shot toward Pei Yang like a hidden weapon.

Pei Yang was playing the guqin when he suddenly realized that Feng Jueyu was missing. He paused for a moment. At this moment, Feng Jueyu suddenly appeared, disappearing without a trace.

"Suffer death!"

Whoosh!

God's Judgment, the heaven and earth surrendered, and the huge momentum swept the heaven and earth, causing the space of dozens of meters in radius to shake violently.

"Asshole!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the sword light, Pei Yang was so frightened that he almost instantly put the black feather harp upright and blocked the sword's edge.
Chapter completed!