Chapter 147 Revenge

At this time, Qingyuan had already changed his face. He looked like a living mutant monster and suddenly flew straight to Meng Xue, with all kinds of poisonous gases floating all over his body.

Meng Xue's ten fingers suddenly stretched out, her face was slightly red, and she shouted fiercely: "Ten-finger aurora is broken!"

As soon as the words fell, ten terrible energy rays shot straight out, but the continuous rushing Qingyuan had no intention of dodging and defense at all, with a ferocious smile on his face.

Ten vigors hit Qingyuan's body and pierced his body into ten small holes. Blood kept flowing, but it failed to stop Qingyuan at all. In the blink of an eye, Qingyuan came to Mengxue's body and suddenly waved its claws. Mengxue quickly raised her sword to block it. With the help of Qingyuan's power, she quickly retreated back.

Qingyuan did not chase, but smiled: "Do you want to play cat-and-mouse games? You can't run away!"

With that, Qingyuan suddenly opened his mouth. After the corners of his mouth were opened to the maximum, he only heard a click, and the whole mouth was opened several times bigger. This is not something that human beings can do at all. The size of this mouth can even swallow people's heads in one breath.

A black ball suddenly shot out of his big mouth and shot directly at Meng Xue. The latter just wanted to avoid it, but the black ball suddenly burst in the air and turned into endless black smoke, which was countless times faster.

In a few breaths, Meng Xue's whole body was wrapped in black air mass, surrounded by darkness, and even the direction could not be divided here. After Qingyuan laughed wildly, her body swept into the black fog.

The area of the whole black fog is only 100 meters, but Mengxue can't get out, and the people outside can't see what's going on inside. The next moment, the disgusting green figure slowly came to her.

Regardless of everything else, Mengxue quickly raised her sword and cut it away, but at this time, Mengxue was no match at all. Her dark green arm suddenly waved, and Mengxue's sharp sword couldn't help flying backwards out.

"The pride of the next generation of Tiannuzong has made countless men hang their curtains. What can it do? It's not going to die in my hands." Qingyuan smiled, and then quickly stretched out his hand and pressed Meng Xue's neck, as if he was appreciating the beauty's pain.

"Let her go." A cold sound suddenly echoed in the black fog.

Qingyuan was stunned. The voice was a little familiar. He suddenly turned around and saw Mu Chen. Qingyuan would never forget this appearance all his life, even if Mu Chen was dressed as a slave.

"Why are you here?" Qingyuan quickly loosened Mengxue's neck, but the latter fell to the ground feebly and was unconscious.

"Last time you escaped, of course I came to kill you this time." Mu Chen's voice was cold, and he had been staring at the green figure opposite him, and his breathing became no longer calm.

Qingyuan grinned, his eyes narrowed into a crack, and his nails on his hands suddenly stretched several times and slowly stepped forward: "The opportunity to defeat me in those years will never come back, and he entered my dark fog by himself. Do you really think he could kill me?"

Mu Chen did not answer, and suddenly moved purple and gold under his feet. The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Qingyuan, punched him in the other party's face without warning, and said, "I haven't seen you for several years. You are still so rubbish."

"You are the rubbish!" Qingyuan couldn't help but be shocked and angry when he saw Mu Chen's speed. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spit out a dark poisonous water. Mu Chen only moved his neck slightly and dodged the attack. Then he stretched out his hand like lightning and pressed Qingyuan's mouth tightly. With a force, the big mouth that kept spitting venom stopped.

Mu Chen's face became colder and colder. The man opposite him was his enemy who had thought about it day and night for many years and killed Ling Xing, a friend who was even more important than his life.

However, Qingyuan did not give up, and his palms suddenly hit out, but the next moment, he regretted his action. He only heard a click, and the whole arm broke open. Because his mouth was pressed to death, he did not make a hissful cry.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Chen slowly closed his eyes and sighed, "This hatred can end now."

I don't know when, Mu Chen's hand had a slender sword, engraved with countless tedious runes. The sword body waved gently, just like cutting tofu, and Qingyuan's body was cut in half.

Looking at Mengxue who fell unconscious and saw that her breath was not serious, she quietly walked to her side, took out an elixir and put it in her mouth, took out a dress of a disciple of the Tiandu sect, put it on herself, and walked out of the thick black fog.

After Qingyuan's death, the black fog was completely blown away by the breeze. The two fell to the ground feebly. Mengxue was fine. Because he took Mu Chen's elixir, his face was not too pale, but Qingyuan was extremely miserable. His whole arm was broken and his body was cut in half.

Seeing this, Lv Yan rushed up, picked up Meng Xue, and saw that she was still breathing. The heart that had been hanging all the time was also relieved.

But at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, and an old man in a black robe slowly floated from a distance. The black robe was full of ferocious skeletons, which made people shudder.

The old man's face was pale. He looked at the dead Qingyuan on the ground and shouted angrily, "Mengxue girl, you killed Qingyuan, and you can't leave alive today!"

Originally, the old man had been there since the beginning of the battle, but he was afraid that Qingyuan would be injured that he hid in the dark. Unexpectedly, Qingyuan died in the thick fog he set up.

The culprit who really killed Qingyuan, but dressed in the clothes of the disciples of the Tiandu sect, looked up at the old man who suddenly appeared, frowned and sighed in his heart: Damn, how could there be a strong man in the eighth-class soul realm in such a small-scale battle? Even Mu Chen is a little afraid of this kind of strong man.

"If you want to take Mengxue's life, let's talk about it after me." At this moment, there was another fierce shout. An old woman slowly flew from not far away, and the breeze blew her clothes and stood still in the void, without fear of the old man opposite the Heavenly Poison Gate.

Looking at the two people in the air, Mu Chen only felt that he had a big head and was a strong man in the eighth-class soul realm. The two old men obviously came to protect Meng Xue and Qingyuan, so that he could see the status of these two young people in the two forces.

"Do you pass first? Well, I haven't had the means to teach you the strong men of Tiannuzong for hundreds of years, and today I will fight with you. The old man in the skeleton robe said fiercely, and his body flew out quickly. The whole sky suddenly turned dark black, and a poisonous fog spread from his body.

The two collided in the air, and the sound of energy friction stirred out a terrible "hist" in the air. The terrible pressure suddenly dropped, and everyone on the ground suddenly felt stuffy in their chests, and it was difficult to see the extremes.

At this time, Meng Xue, who was in a coma, also woke up. Looking at the competition between two high soul masters in the air, she didn't feel a little self-deprecating. She thought that her strength determined most of the victory or defeat of the battle, but she didn't expect that she was finally the object of protection in the clan. Now she is really too weak.

The two strong men of the eighth-class soul realm fought fiercely in the air. Such a battle made the disciples below feel a little chill. The two sides had already stopped fighting and stared at the air all the time, afraid that they would die inexplicably.

The battle between the eighth-class soul realm can be called the largest battle since the two forces fought, but the reason is that the disciples of the two forces attach great importance to.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise, and the two old men in the air struggled to hit one place again, as if even the air of heaven and earth were trembling, and the two figures separated again.

"Zou Shui, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. I didn't expect that you are still not old." That day, the old man of the poisonous door said with a gloomy face.

"Fujiao, you are also old and strong. Today I will see what you can do to me!" The old man sneered.

These two old men are absolute high-levels of the two forces, and they have also met in the past, named Zou Shui and Fujiao.

The old man in a skeleton-shaped black robe shouted fiercely, raised his hands, and thousands of gray spirits shot out at the same time, hitting the opposite Zou Shui, whose palms stretched out, and all the gray energy close to her burst into the air.

At this time, one of these thousands of vigors suddenly changed its direction. The target was the newly awakened Meng Xue, who watched the continuous attack on him, but was powerless to dodge and resist.

Zou Shui was furious when he saw this: "Fu Jiao! How dare you!"