I Am Supreme Chapter 484: Retreat to Half Saint!

The long-lost purple jade flute suddenly appeared.

　　 Following Yun Yang's moving thoughts, he flicked towards Ning Fengxue lightly.

　　 Ning Fengxue frowned, and calmly said: "How come you are here, do you still want to struggle?"

　　 The castration of the right hand remains the same, but the speed increases without seeing it, with a palm!

　　 At the same time, the Ziyu Xiao also took advantage of the trend, and quietly met Ning Fengxue's palm!

　　 If there is no momentum, it seems that there is no wind and no movement of Ziyu Xiao, to Ning Fengxue, it is not an accident at all, it is barely a joke, not funny: you can't even move now , Just driving a tube of purple jade flute with his mind, want to fight for himself under the hand of Bansheng?

　　 How naive is this?

　　 But at the next moment, Ning Fengxue's face changed.

　　 is about to touch the purple jade flute in the palm of his hand; he can feel the cold and warm moment on the purple jade flute

　　 He has even given birth to the idea that this is really a good baby.

　　 However, as he came into contact with the purple jade flute, he didn’t catch the purple jade flute. The purple jade flute still kept the windless posture before, and continued to smash it slowly over, further contacting his Palms.

　　And at that moment, Ning Fengxue only felt her hand, suddenly turned into air, no longer exist!

　　 Can you imagine, a semi-holy cultivator, the peak power of this world, who was still in control of the situation a moment ago, and took the last little counterattack from the opponent lightly, but at this moment, his hand, Gone? !

　　The inexplicable, unbelievable and even more unbelievable!

　　 and even more unbelievable, even more unbelievable is coming one after another, the purple jade flute, the momentum is consistent, following the original trajectory, following Ning Fengxue’s hand, then... even if it is smashed, smashed through, He smashed his hand into air and disappeared, and then smashed his arm into air, and continued to crush it.

　　 And it wasn't until this moment that Ning Fengxue felt pain, severe pain!

　　 He looked at his hand in disbelief, um, he should look at where his hands and arms should be; there, there is already nothing.

　　 All the body parts that have come into contact with Ziyuxiao have completely disappeared!

　　 Another moment, a pain of tearing the soul passed over like a river.

　　 Ning Fengxue exclaimed, his elegant and handsome face finally changed completely, and he retreated like lightning. This retreat was three thousand zhang; I looked up and saw the purple jade flute still floating in front of Yun Yang .

　　 No wind, no movement!

　　 but...

　　 In front of me, there is clearly a purple jade flute, which is still the same as before, slowly following the path of my arm, and smashing it over!

　　 In fact, the use of smash here is not very appropriate. It should be said that it is an unrivaled trend, and it passed without any block. If it is really used, it seems to be too worthy of the Ning Fengxue in front of you. !

　　 Even though he is a semi-sage, he is still unworthy of Ziyu Xiao...smash!

　　Ning Fengxue was horrified and inexplicably horrified. He hurriedly mobilized all his consciousness and repeatedly confirmed that his right hand, forearm, all the way to the elbow, all really turned into nothingness, not an illusion, nor a secret technique. !

　　 "What is this?!"

　　 Seeing that the purple jade flute in front of him is still chasing, he brushes his body... tossing around in the air, at least moving a long distance in an instant, even tearing the space one after another and fleeing, but the purple jade flute still chasing Come, chase after perseveringly.

　　 has always been rolling over so slowly.

　　 No wind, no movement!

　　Ning Fengxue's body began to flicker constantly, such as the transformation of the spiritual figure, the external incarnation, and other tricks repeatedly used, the body shape is instantaneous...

　　 is really a thousand incarnations, as long as there is any pursuit that can escape the purple jade flute, Ning Fengxue has the hope of escape!

　　 But the purple jade flute in the air has also been turned into ten million tubes. No matter how many Ning Fengxue appeared in the air, there is a purple jade flute in front of every Ning Fengxue... come here slowly!

　　 is still...no wind, no movement!

　　Ning was sweating profusely, sweating through heavy clothes.

　　 His eyes are full of fear and his eyes are on the purple jade flute.

　　 He clearly felt that his clones, his own shadows, were being smashed by the purple jade flute one by one, smashed into the air, and completely disappeared.

　　 And every avatar, every shadow is smashed into air, smashed into no existence, and the corresponding purple jade flute will disappear with it.

　　 My own semi-sage cultivation base, every clone, every avatar also possesses a peak cultivation base similar to that of the fourth rank of the holy monarch, but in front of this purple jade flute, there is actually no power to resist.

　　 No, not only the avatar, but also the body of oneself, even though they keep moving and using various escape methods, the purple jade flute has been following, like a tarsal maggot, how can you get rid of it? No.

　　 He knows that he hasn't died yet. It's not that he is faster than this Ziyu Xiao, but Yun Yang has not given the final order to kill himself!

　　 Tens of thousands of years ago, Ning Fengxue once again has the fear of facing death!

　　 He flees madly, using countless methods; many weapons, many magical powers, many magic weapons have been thrown out by him... But no matter what magic weapons or magic weapons, they are all before Ziyuxiao It vaporizes instantly, but does not exist for a moment!

　　 There is no room for a slight delay in its movement, and it is always as ordinary as the original.

　　 No wind, no movement!

　　 just so slowly, slowly flying with me.

　　 The figure flashed, and Ning Fengxue reappeared in front of Yun Yang; at a glance, the eye-catching scene almost collapsed.

　　 Yun Yang is still in his own confinement, but in front of Yun Yang, there is still a purple jade flute horizontally there, seeming to be a conscientious guard, no wind and no movement.

　　 But what the **** is it to chase after yourself?

　　Today, are you really hell? ?

　　 At the moment the two sides shone their eyes, Ning Fengxue saw that Yun Yang was still unable to move, but those cold eyes were looking at him quietly.

　　 At this moment, Ning Fengxue's face was pale, his original appearance was immortal, and he had already lost his whereabouts from outside the world, leaving him only embarrassed, but the expression in his eyes was still calm.

　　 Even though I have been around several times, it is no longer indifferent, but the white clothes are still spotless; if it weren't for the entire right hand to the shoulder, it had disappeared, so the so-called embarrassment would be the same.

　　 There is no trace of blood on the broken arm, as if... born without a right hand!

　　The purple jade flute quietly stayed on his right shoulder, no longer advancing, but never retreating.

　　 As before, there is no wind and no movement, calm as a mountain!

　　 Ning Fengxue no longer flickers, no longer performs various secret methods, seems to have given up struggling, but in fact, he is working on the profound arts wholeheartedly, wanting to restore his right arm.

　　 But the more you run the gong, the look on your face becomes more and more unsightly.

　　 At the realm of the holy monarch, it’s no longer a matter of waiting to be reborn from a broken limb; at the realm of the holy monarch, even if the whole body is broken, as long as there is a little flesh and blood left, you can use the holy monarch’s Strong vitality quickly recovered.

　　 And with Ning Fengxue's transcendence of semi-sacred level, logically speaking, a mere arm is gone. If you want to recover, you can grow back in the blink of an eye. Having arms is no different.

　　 But the actual situation now is... No matter what method he uses, how he generates the profound energy in his body like the vast sea to repair and breed, the broken arm just can't grow out.

　　 Endless and inexhaustible vitality keeps pouring into the shoulders, only to disappear instantly, there is no way to nourish the flesh, and the arm is broken.

　　 Coupled with the fact that countless avatars were all crushed by Ziyu Xiao just now, Ning Fengxue's mental power has already weakened to the extreme, less than half of what it was in its heyday!

　　 Now this world’s peak power above the clouds is like a candle in the wind, with only a star fire; if Yun Yang hadn’t stopped his hand, I’m afraid he would have been directly killed by Zi Yuxiao. lucky? !

　　Ning Fengxue finally stopped working hard, never seen again, and gave a tragic smile, and then the whole person calmed down. At the moment of a finger, the imprisonment of the lock and the cloud was lifted immediately; then there was a long sigh: "Good means, really good means, what magic weapon is this?"

　　 Yun Yang stretched out his hand, and the purple jade flute that he was holding in front of him disappeared at the same time as the purple jade flute that stayed on Ning Fengxue’s shoulders, leaving only the one that fell into his hand, as if from beginning to end. There is only a purple jade flute; the purple light is flowing, shining and shining.

　　"I don't dare to take good measures, but it is Yun's last reliance."

　　 Yun Yang said calmly: "The treasure of protection given to me by this teacher... I can deal with it, the seniors, who I absolutely can’t deal with. The power of this flute, I also saw it for the first time today. There is only a spectacle, amazing!"

　　Ning Fengxue laughed.

　　 "The old man wants to kill you, you have already had the upper hand, why didn't you kill the old man happily?"

　　 Yun Yang said quietly: "Yun has never been a bad person, but... people like the senior, it is always a pity to die like this. Blood Soul Mountain, after all, still needs a soldier!"

　　"The power of this purple jade flute is really amazing, I'm afraid it is impossible for the arm of the senior to recover..."

　　 Ning Fengxue shook his head and smiled faintly: "Deceive the heart and act arbitrarily, try to harm the hero of the world, if this arm is the punishment of the deceased, but the small punishment, how dare you ask for it? More."

　　 With a wave of his hand, he took the cloud and landed vertically from the sky to the top of the mountain.

　　 While the two were on the ground, Ning Fengxue sighed and whispered, "Back then...Why not Yu was the reincarnation of the old man’s disciple. When he was weak, he was chased and killed, and his life was overturned. Wei, Dongfang Xingchen appeared with his guards and saved his life."

　　 Yunyang: "Huh?"

　　Why don't you say that the saint strongman who guards the Blood Soul Mountain is actually the reincarnation of this old disciple?

　　" The palace lord took the Eastern Star, who was still a young man at the time, and brought it to the old man without saying a word... It was against the face of the palace lord, although the old man knew clearly that this matter might have been calculated by the young palace lord. Inside, but once promised one thing...this favor can be used by the old man for the Young Palace Master once, it can be...anything!"

　　 Yunyang's face stretched: "Anything?! Also right... the senior's status cultivation base, since it is promised, naturally it should be anything. There are really few things in this world that seniors can't do. Not possible!"

　　Ning Fengxue’s face showed a bleak smile: "Manpower is sometimes poor, even if it is a semi-holy monk, it is still a human being. If you make false promises to anything, you will naturally pay a price. When that sentence was said, I already feel that the way of heaven punishes sometimes... but he is self-reliant on his cultivation, blindly self-confident. It turns out that... it should be here. As expected, the way of heaven is reincarnation, who will be spared by Ming Ming!"

　　"After this shot, the old man is in this world, except for Master Yun Zun’s grace of not killing, there is no causal entanglement anymore... Master Yun Zun has his own gully, I am afraid that he will not look down on the old man. In return, since Master Yun Zun said that the Blood Soul Mountain lacks fighters... Then the old man hopes to kill a few more Demon Kings in the Blood Soul Mountain to make compensation."

　　He glanced at Yun Yang: "Master Yun Zun, thank you for his generous Wang Han's mercy, old man, I'm leaving now."

　　 Yun Yang knew in his heart that the old man actually understood everything in his heart, so after explaining a few ins and outs, he left.

　　"Senior walk slowly. In the future, on the Blood Soul Mountain, when we have goodbye, we may not be able to stand shoulder to shoulder against the enemy and fight the powerful enemy together."

　　Ning Fengxue laughed loudly: "Well, on the Blood Soul Mountain, let’s see you again."

　　 Before the words fell, he had already torn the space with a wave of his left hand. He stepped in, but turned his head back. He wanted to say something, but he still didn’t say anything. Waved his hand, Xuan even disappeared.

　　 Yunyang has this purple jade flute in his hand, so I need to mention something by myself.

　　 As for what Yunyang wants to do, it is even more difficult for him to say.

　　Everything, just let the flow go.

　　……

　　 Watching the departure of this world's pinnacle repairer Ning Fengxue~IndoMTL.com~Yun Yang has deep eyes.

　　East Stars!

　　 is indeed the most instigated by Dongfang Haoran's son, and it is also his most urgent desire to let himself die. He even dispatched a semi-holy cultivator to believe in a sniper operation, so that he would never die.

　　"It’s time to solve this matter completely. I just don’t know...Would you like to see the scene after I solve it..."

　　"The arrival of this semi-sage should be the pinnacle of this change...I believe these saints should be the masters of the saints!"

　　"If I am the Eastern Star, please touch Ning Fengxue, and waste such a big favor, I will feel a little unwilling in my heart. I want to recover some price as much as I want..."

　　 "Ning Fengxue, a semi-sage powerhouse, has no chance of failing, and I would think that the big deal is set!"

　　 "Then, I should be...so and so..."

　　……

　　 In a secret space, three people with the same heavy faces were sitting together.

　　 "How many are there on your side?" Dongfang Haoran has always had a calm and calm face, but at this moment it has become extremely ugly, and asked Ximen overturned.

　　 Ximen overturned the master of the Xitian Sacred Palace, his expression almost distorted: "Thirty-two...what about you?" He asked Beigong Liuli.

　　 Beigong Liuli's face is green: "Twenty-eight!"

　　 Dongfang Haoran vomited blood like: "Why are you so few......"

　　At this moment, he feels really ashamed of himself.

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