Chapter 1311

Liu Yang's eyes were cold, looking at Su Yi, who was disguised as a man in his thirties, and his heart was full of doubts. His twenty year old yuan Xu Jing Wuzhong was really strong among the young disciples of the blood Yang sect.

Although the man in front of him was not as good as himself in the realm of cultivation, when he jumped down from the branch, it was obvious that he had been on the branch for a long time before, and he had never found it. Liu Yang's eyes kept spinning in his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he said coldly.

"Wait! Did I tell you to leave?"

"Yes, yes, what the LORD said is, sir, are you?" Su Yi frowned and said to Liu Yang with a pleasant face, pointing to situ Muyang who was hit on the boulder.

"It's none of your business, say! How long have you been up there?" Liu Yang was so vigilant that he asked Su Yi.

"Lord Hui, I just had a rest in the tree, but I didn't see what had just happened!" Su Yi pretended to be very afraid and danced and said.

Su Yi had just come out of the secret place, and the entrance of the secret place in the distance had just been closed. The people in front of him must be disciples of xueyang sect, and he was trying to get some more words from them. What was the situation on the lakeside.

"Oh?" Liu Yang glanced.

"Then tell me, have you ever seen the trace of responsible Su Yi?"

"To be honest, I also came here for the secret place of laoshizi. I saw that those famous disciples of the gate were sucked into the secret place. I saw that Su Yi of bawangzong was also sucked into it. I gave up the idea of entering the secret place and was about to leave this place of right and wrong." Su Yi bowed with his hands and frowned low.

"Hmm..." Liu Yang's eyes were wandering, obviously still considering whether Su Yi's words were true.

"Elder martial brother, I think this person is very strange, so it's better to..." the disciple of xueyang sect behind him whispered to Liu Yang, and made a movement of wiping his neck.

When Liu Yang was about to attack, he turned his head and looked. Situ Muyang slowly stood up from the ruins, his hair flying, his feet floating, and tried to lean on the stone behind him, bloodstained, like a blood man.

"With you, you also want to know the whereabouts of Su Yi? A bunch of garbage!"

"Brother, thank you for your concern and hide for the time being! Wait until I get rid of these thieves!"

Situ Muyang's eyes were like a cold sword, and he said in a cold voice.

Su Yi looked at situ Muyang in front of her, and was moved and noncommittal.

"Yo! Life is pretty hard, but it's a pity that this is your last few words. For the last time, where is Su Yi? Do you say it!" A grim smile flashed across the corners of Liu Yang's mouth.

"If you want to fight, you can fight. There is no need for nonsense!" Situ Muyang was about to crack his canthus, and his wide eyes were red with blood, and his sense of war was surging.

"You! Go and kill him!" Liu Yang waved his hand, and several disciples of the blood Yang sect flashed in the air and came to situ Muyang.

"Boy, if you don't go there is a way to heaven, and there is no door to hell, you can vote! Today I'll let you know what is the humbleness of mole ants!"

Several disciples of xueyang sect lined up, and their vitality surged in front of them. With bursts of energy and strong wind, boundless blood was raised around them, and filled the surrounding mountains and forests.

Situ Muyang's eyes were fierce, his fingerprints condensed, and immediately his hands gathered a dark but deep and bright light, directly slightly towards the surrounding circle of xueyang sect disciples.

Su Yi looked at situ Muyang with a chill in his heart. After more than a year of cultivation and tempering, situ Muyang's delicate appearance was a little more resolute and sharp. His eyebrows were windy, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin. His originally clear eyes were like a clear spring, pure and incomparable. At the moment, he was with a sense of courage that no one would agree with.

Not seen for more than a year, this boy is still so arrogant in nature. At the beginning, Su Yi and situ Muyang worked together to stir up the ten thousand sword conference in the secret realm, and the situation is still vivid. Shenjian gate, an indelible name in Su Yi's heart, surged in his mind again, and an arrogant and peerless pride rose in his heart.

But seeing situ Muyang's vitality coagulate, a touch of ruthless color flashed from his eyes, and the vitality of dark soil attribute fluctuated.

"How can this boy be so strong?" A disciple of xueyang sect led by him detected situ Muyang's vitality level and was secretly shocked.

Situ Muyang looked quite young. Under Liu Yang's hard attack, he could have such an outbreak. The disciples of the blood Yang sect could not help but secretly fear that some means would really fall into his hands.

"Bang..."

One black and one red, two attributes of vitality transpiration in the air, situ Muyang drank violently, suddenly angry on the ground, a surge of unparalleled dark earth attributes vitality inclined out of the sole of his feet, strong wind roared, like a small tornado hurricane swept rampant.

"Hiss..."

The huge impact under the sole of the foot smashed the uncle surrounded by several people, turning them into powder, and Li Feng grew from the roots along the ground, spreading like a spider's web.

The disciples of xueyang sect were shocked and stood in a row. Before their palms, a sea of blood filled the air. The gloomy and ferocious blood fused with each other to form a huge blood wall, which was scarlet and dazzling, making people afraid and bristling.

"Blood shadow wall!"

This is the combination skill of xueyang sect, which can gather the strength of several people and exert extraordinary great energy.

Such a lineup and overwhelming momentum, situ Muyang's fierce eyes suddenly showed surprise.

"Jie Jie, boy, it's our xueyang sect that you met." Liu Yang watched the two sides fighting in the distance, and the great pleasure of crushing each other made Liu Yang very excited.

Su Yi stared at situ Muyang closely. Seeing that he was vaguely excited, his eyes were slightly heavy, and he also wanted to see how situ Muyang had improved during this period of time.

Situ Muyang's eyes looked down, and the vitality of the black earth attribute around him fluctuated. The black robed boy seemed to be in a black mist, and the whole person was unprovoked with a force. On his handsome face, his clear eyes were filled with divine brilliance, like the supreme king who looked down at the world.