Chapter 251 I'll save you

Although Fujiao guessed that it would be the answer, when he heard this answer, he still couldn't hide his anger and immediately shouted, "You want the whole spiritual clan to die like this with you. My patience is limited. Ten years here, this is the last chance. If you don't hand it over, you will die."

"What if the spirit clan is destroyed? I will never give the 'Ancient Bronze Sword' to evil people like you. The spirit clan will defend the ancient bronze sword to the death. I think you knew the answer ten years ago." The lark was not afraid and said plainly.

Fu Jiao's eyes stared, and endless poisonous gas suddenly spread out all over his body. In the eighth-class soul realm, he didn't even need to do anything to deal with the whole spiritual clan with his strength.

When the surrounding spiritual warriors saw Fu Jiao releasing a poisonous fog, they all rushed up and rushed over with all kinds of weapons. However, in front of Fu Jiao, killing these people was as simple as stepping on dead ants. With a wave of their big hands, a seemingly soft airflow shot out. The people who rushed over looked pale after this airflow collided. Bai suddenly fell to the ground, his body twitched a few times, and finally lost his life.

The lark's wrist shook, and a big emerald bow appeared in his hand. The slender finger pulled up the bow string, and a sharp limang appeared on the string. The finger flicked and the sharp arrow shot directly.

Fu Jiao felt the sharpness condensed by the lark, and the lark's qualifications were very high. With the strength of the first-class soul realm and a strange and powerful move, Fu Jiao did not dare to be careless.

Looking at approaching his Limang at an amazing speed, Fujiao's palm suddenly stretched out, and there was a strong black gas on his palm. Limang hit Fujiao's palm directly, but a black airflow swallowed up the sharp sword light little by little, and the whole shining arrow god also stopped in Fujiao's palm. Before, I couldn't move forward at all.

Fu Jiao looked at the arrow in his hand with a smile. The level difference between the soul realm is huge, but the difference between the two is seven levels, and the power gap between them is completely different.

At this time, the sharp arrow that Fujiao had controlled suddenly shone, suddenly cracked, and broke into countless small Limen suspended in the air, flying to Fujiao with an amazing speed. The latter's face tightened, the sleeve robe waved, and the sharp starlight instantly dissipated invisible, and the gap between strength was here.

Seeing that his attack was invalid, the lark did not show any disappointment. He knew the strength of Fujio, but he didn't want to be killed without even resistance, but these resistances, as expected, had no effect.

The lark's attack attracted Fu Jiao's attention. Fu Jiao walked to the lark step by step with a gloomy face. The lark kept pulling up the huge bow strings, and countless sharps kept shooting out, but they were easily dispersed by Fu Jiao. The surrounding spirit soldiers kept attacking the old man, but the gap between them and the old man was really too big. The concentration of poison fog around Fujiao's body was so high that anyone close to him had no time to attack and had been knocked down by the poison fog.

Fu Jiao approached the lark, slowly raised his old palm, and said with a playful smile, "It's a pity to die under my poisonous face."

With that, Fu Jiao's face tightened, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and his palms turned into claws and directly grabbed the lark's throat. In the face of the sudden attack of the old man, the lark had already panicked and turned back half a step but was unable to resist.

However, the next moment, the white palm clasped Fu Jiao's wrist. A young figure stood in front of the lark, who looked at the back, which she was very familiar with.

Mu Chen stood between Bailing and Fujiao, smiling and said to Fujiao, who was full of poisonous fog, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Fu Jiao was stunned. He remembered this face very clearly. At the beginning, not far from the Tianyi Gate, the scene of the two-person war was vivid in his mind and said in surprise, "You are not dead!"

"I won't be killed by your weak garbage." Mu Chen snorted coldly.

Fu Jiao immediately became angry: "My subordinates are defeated. This is my relationship with the spiritual clan. If you don't want to die, just get away."

Although Fujiao has absolute confidence to defeat Mu Chen, Fujiao is not sure to win in a short period of time. However, his main task is to obtain the 'old bronze sword' from the spiritual clan and does not want to cause other troubles.

Mu Chen then turned around, looked at the panicked face of the lark, and said softly, "The lark, I'm coming."

The tears of the lark kept sliding from their faces to the ground. Looking at the people of the spirit clan in the poisonous fog all over the sky, they fell to the ground one after another, as if their hearts had been torn apart. Since the previous generation of spiritual patriarchs were killed by Fu Jiao, the hearts of the larks were torn apart once. From then on, she had to go to the position of patriarch. Anyone can be lost, anyone can cry, only the lark can't. Now, inspiration has suffered unprecedented helplessness, and the man in front of her is the only one she can rely on.

"Mu Chen! Help me, please help me..." The lark suddenly cried, which was the first time she cried so happily since she became a patriarch.

Looking at the white and rosy face stained with tears in front of him, Mu Chen couldn't help but feel a heartache. Mu Chen didn't know where this woman was in his heart, but he wanted to protect her desperately and immediately laughed and said, "Haha, okay, I took Fu Jiao's life."

Mu Chen suddenly turned his head, and a large depression suddenly appeared on the ground under his feet. Then, Mu Chen's figure disappeared in the position just now. The next moment, Mu Chen appeared directly in front of Fu Jiao. Mu Chen's speed was so fast that Fu Jiao couldn't even see his figure clearly.

Seeing Mu Chen's terrible speed, Fu Jiao panicked and retreated, but Mu Chen would not give him this opportunity. He punched and hit Fu Jiao's lower abdomen. The huge force made Fu Jiao's face distorted, and his body rotated and flew into the air. The severe pain made him unable to exert any strength. His body fell directly to the ground and slowly He raised his head and looked at Mu Chen's figure incredulously.

With the strength of the second-class martial arts, it was not difficult for Mu Chen to kill Fu Jiao. Fu Jiao struggled to stand up. He couldn't believe that a person's strength could grow so much in these decades. He dared not come forward. At the same time, he also knew that it was impossible to escape in front of this man. With a gloomy face, he said fiercely. "Who are you and let me know how anxious you are."

Mu Chen did not hide it, and kept walking to Fu Jiao and whispered, "Mu Chen."

Hearing this name, Fujiao's whole body was shocked. Now the legend of the whole heavenly continent has broken the array of the seven forces alone. Under the guard of many days*, he could get out of the inland ice and escape from the hands of the evil star. Fu Jiao never dreamed that he defeated at the beginning would be such a strong man who gave a headache for the Celes of heaven. The legendary strong man who is afraid of the world.

walked to Fujiao, the latter stood there in a blank way and looked at Mu Chen's sunny smiling face. There was no attack, defense and dodge, let alone any intention of begging for mercy. He knew that Mu Chen would not let go of himself, and that his attack was useless.

"Mu Chen, the legendary strong man is really extraordinary. With this thing, maybe you can really compete with the Celestial Empire." With that, Fu Jiao suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha, it's a pity that I can't see the earth-shaking changes in the future."

Mu Chen didn't pay attention to what Fu Jiao said at all. It was nothing to anger himself, but he absolutely couldn't accept to hurt the lark. The purple-gold energy rotated slightly on the front of the fist. This is not too ancient grinding fist, but just fused not many purple and gold in one place to deal with the wealth of this eighth-class soul. Jiao, there is no need to use Taigu Magic Fist at all.

However, even so, the energy on the boxing front is still violent to the extreme. All the poisonous fog around Fujiao instantly collapsed after approaching the purple-gold energy, and the hot violent power directly hit Fujiao's head.

The huge impact made Fu Jiao's head burst in an instant and scattered his brains. The strong man who had just slaughtered the spirit clan was so simply understood his life.

Mu Chen's face was splashed with blood, and the poisonous fog in the sky gradually dissipated. Fu Jiao's body fell straight to the ground. A group of spiritual people looked at Mu Chen with a little respect and frightened. They were happy for Fu Jiao's death, but at the same time, Mu Chen's fierce methods made them afraid.