Chapter 430 Red Tempered Palm! The strength of Duanmu Fenlong

The moment they opened their mouths, the two of them struck out at the same time.

One activated the flying sword, and the other activated the fire spell, heading straight for Su Twelve.

The two men's offensive was astonishing, and their attacks were killer moves, showing no mercy!

Before the attack could land, the strong wind had already blown Su Twelve's clothes and hair into dancing directions.

Su Twelve squinted his eyes, his expression unchanged, and with the little girl Feng Fei in his hand, he swayed and landed next to the mysterious man Qing He.

"Senior, this junior is injured, so it is inconvenient to take action."

"Senior, please take action and deal with these people quickly so that we can leave as soon as possible!"

"If it attracts the attention of the guy above, I'm afraid it will be another trouble."

Su Twelve spoke very quickly, using the secret technique of sound transmission to speak to the mysterious man quickly, without giving the mysterious man a chance to refuse.

After hearing what Su Twelve said, the mysterious man's aura began to fluctuate, and he was so angry that he just wanted to punch Su Twelve.

The front foot had just reached an agreement with Su Twelve, and the back foot had to help wipe the butt. This kind of thing would not be happy for anyone.

Feeling the weak aura emanating from the puppet, the two people who made the move frowned tightly, and the real energy in their bodies circulated, immediately forming a real energy shield in front of them.

Could it be that...this level three puppet has been activated?

Doubts flashed through his mind, but the two men's offensive did not stop.

The two fierce offensives quickly changed direction and chased Su Twelve.

In an instant, he arrived in front of Su Twelve and swallowed up Su Twelve and the third-level puppet at the same time.

"Buzz!"

But the next second, the heaven and earth buzzed, and an extremely grand and mysterious aura emanated from the puppet.

The mysterious man Qinghe finally took action!

I saw his right hand behind his back, his left hand raised high, silver light shining in his palm.

Under the shroud of light, the attacks from the two men disappeared without even stirring up a single wave.

silver

Colorful light flashed past, and in the air, the two people who made the move were stunned on the spot, stunned and motionless.

Their throats surged, as if they wanted to speak.

But he only had time to let out a whimper before his body turned into two silver statues.

"Thump, thump..."

When the wind blew, the two statues fell directly from the air with a metallic collision sound. There was no trace of life or life on them.

Seeing this scene, Su Twelve raised his eyebrows and was deeply shocked.

The little girl took Feng Fei and quietly took a few steps back to distance herself from this mysterious man.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the two statues on the ground were originally made of pure silver.

But a second ago, these were clearly two living people.

The moment the silver light flashed, he didn't even see clearly what happened, let alone how the two people were killed and how they became like this.

Not only did this all happen too fast, but it was also very strange.

With ordinary moves, even if you are hit, even if you are seriously injured, you still have a chance to escape.

But such an attack method is unheard of and unseen. Once you are attacked, how can you escape?

Su Twelve looked calm and calm on his face, but in his heart, he was secretly wary and full of fear about this mysterious man.

At the same time, the only long-faced monk left in the sky also widened his eyes and was extremely surprised.

"This...is this?"

The next second, the long-faced monk's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he thought of something terrible. When he looked at the mysterious puppet, his expression became extremely frightened and panicked.

His lips moved, and he screamed, about to shout something.

"Um?"

The mysterious man had a stiff and indifferent expression on his face, and made a dull sound from his mouth.

Before the long-faced monk could say anything, his face became extremely gloomy, and he raised his right hand. This time, a bright golden light emerged.

"Spare...spare my life..."

Seeing the golden light, the long-faced monk's pupils suddenly began to shrink, and his mind began to tremble unconsciously.

His eyes fell on Su Twelve, and he directly begged for mercy.

In his opinion, this puppet should be under the control of Su Twelve.

The mysterious man's expression remained unchanged, Zhou Shen's aura surged, and he showed no intention of stopping.

However, at the moment when the golden light was about to envelop the long-faced monk.

"Whoosh!"

Wen Rushuang's figure drew an arc in the air and fell hard into the courtyard where Su Twelve and the others were.

At this time, Wen Rushuang's aura was disordered, and he no longer looked like he was floating out of the dust before.

The body is bounded by the center of the eyebrows, and half of the body is still fair and beautiful.

But the other half of her body was dry and shriveled, charred and withered, as if her flesh and blood had been burned and melted, leaving only a stiff epidermis of her body.

In this way, it looks half human and half ghost, which is extremely weird.

If it weren't for the intact body of the other half, which was still shaking slightly and breathing weakly, Su Twelve would have thought that she had died.

However, if the physical body is injured like this, even if he does not die, it is basically impossible to continue practicing.

The only way is to give up the physical body, keep the golden elixir, and seek other methods.

Seeing Wen Rushuang appearing in his sight, Su Twelve's breath froze, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Wen Rushuang is a strong person in the golden elixir, and he feels that his strength is definitely not bad.

But he never expected that he would be defeated so quickly and completely.

r\u003e Wen Rushuang's body fell to the ground, which not only surprised Su Twelve.

The mysterious man's puppet was also interrupted when he made a move, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Huh? Red shackle palm? This kid has even mastered this move?"

Sighing secretly, the mysterious man's puppet still locked its eyes on the long-faced monk. Just as he was about to continue his attack, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

Among the clouds, Duanmu Fenlong was burning with flames, dragging out a long fiery red tail.

"Bang" sound.

It landed with a crash in the courtyard.

The scorching heat radiated from its body, causing the temperature of the entire courtyard to soar.

"Huh? Is there another guy looking for death?"

"Level 3 puppet? That's quite a feat!"

"What kind of operation is this with a little mortal girl?"

The moment he landed, Duanmu Fenlong's gaze fell on Su Twelve like a torch, as if he was about to see through Su Twelve at a glance.

The invisible consciousness exudes a mountain-like pressure, covering the entire courtyard.

The figures of the mysterious puppet and the little girl Feng Fei also appeared directly in Duanmu Fenlong's mind.

With his hands behind his back, Duanmu Fenlong raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a contemptuous smile.

He didn't pay much attention to Su Twelve and a third-level puppet.

"Third Master...this puppet...this puppet..."

In mid-air, the long-faced monk came to his senses belatedly.

With a flash of sword light under his feet, he quickly came to Duanmu Fenlong's side and started to speak intermittently.

But he couldn't explain these simple words for a long time.

"What's wrong with this puppet? Yunfeng, you disappoint me so much. How could a mere third-level puppet scare you like this?"

Duanmu Fenlong frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the long-faced monk, and he did not hide the disappointment in his eyes.