As the gale blew up, Ning Xinxin and Li Yueyue were startled at once. The high Tianwolf just suffered the attack was because of this like the blades emerged from the sheath of fierce wind broke through skin let blood seep out, now saw again naturally is panic incessantly, hurriedly retreat several steps.
Chen Mo also felt apprehensive about this gale, stepping back several times to avoid the attack of the wind.
Pei Jianghan swung his sword forward and chopped through the sudden incoming gale. Following that, he also retreated a few steps. Although he had reached the realm of a three-level cultivator and it was difficult for anyone to hurt him, he felt that being cautious was best against such a powerful mage.
Otherwise, once the body has a wound, facing such powerful magic, even if he is at the third level, it would be useless.
The four of them retreated continuously, keeping a distance from Miao Feiyu. The latter's face turned cold, realizing that it was futile to continue the struggle, "Flee? Very well, let me see if you can ignore your companions."
As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Feiyu reached into his waistband with his left hand and suddenly pulled out a black dagger. He then violently plunged the dagger into his chest, causing blood to gush out.
"Aaaaah"
A grim wail sounded from a distance. The high Tianwolf, who was injured earlier, now suffered another blow. Blood seeped out of his chest and into the ground, staining it red.
Su Keke, who was treating the injured high Tianlang, changed her expression dramatically and pressed down hard on the wound on his chest with both hands. "Elder, his injuries have worsened."
"Idiot, you're asking for trouble."
Pei Jianghan's face instantly darkened, and he raised his sword and charged forward.
Upon seeing this, Miao Feiyu's face showed a faint smile, "Come on, kill me if you can."
"You..."
Pei Jianghan swung his sword and was about to kill him. However, as the blade fell, he hesitated. He knew that killing Miao Feiyu would leave him unharmed, but it would also ensure the death of high Tianlang.
"Hah, you're not daring anymore, are you?"
Miao Feiyu smiled and waved his wand, causing the wind to rise again.
Pei Jianghan quickly swung his sword to cut through the gale and then retreated. However, at this moment, Miao Feiyu raised his dagger and plunged it into his chest once again.
"Elder, he's losing too much blood from too many wounds. I can't keep up with the treatment."
Su Keke was in a panic. Her fair forehead was covered in fine sweat. Although she had broke through to the seventh level with the help of rare treasures provided by Chen Mo just a few days ago, her treatment speed had been greatly accelerated, she could only temporarily keep high Tianlang's life by this time. If there were another few hits, she would be unable to do anything.
Pei Jianghan's face turned pale. As a cultivator at the third level, he had killed beasts in the restricted zone that had turned tail and run at the mere sight of him, but these days, he had experienced the helplessness of having one's strength useless in saving those around.
"Pei Jianghan, come over here. Otherwise, I'll stab again. Although I stabbed his chest last time, it wasn't aimed at his heart. Guess for me, will I be able to hit the heart this time? If the heart is damaged, will your companion die?"
The corners of Miao Feiyu's mouth lifted slightly, and a mocking smile spread across his face.
Pei Jianghan tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, bit his teeth, and was torn within himself.
"Lord Pei, please don't do this. I will die and die, but you must not sacrifice yourself for me..."
The intense pain made high Tianlang's consciousness blur, but upon hearing Miao Feiyu's threat, he clenched his teeth and exerted his last bit of strength to dissuade Pei Jianghan.
"Heal well, and don't get involved in things that don't concern you."
Pei Jianghan threw his Yanling knife, which was caught by a nearby large tree, and took a step forward to concede to Miao Feiyu, "Tap" - a hand slapped him on the shoulder.
"Brother Pei, you can't win against him. Let me handle this."
Chen Mo calmly spat out a sentence.
Pei Jianghan was slightly startled, "Brother Chen, you, can't. It should be me..."
"Brother Pei, are you not confident in me?"
Chen Mo smiled and asked.
Pei Jianghan's expression changed slightly, looking at Chen Mo's confident expression, he nodded slightly and then obediently retreated.
"Changing people? Hah, I don't care. After all, Chen Sanzang is also on my hit list."
Miao Feiyu narrowed his eyes and laughed. He looked at Chen Mo as if he were about to attack him. Without hesitation, he raised his wand and caused the wind to rise again, blowing towards Chen Mo like a sharp blade.
The blood on Chen Mo's body dyed his clothes. The moment it emerged from his skin, the gale, as if aware of its own purpose, lifted the blood from his body and settled it firmly on the ground, forming an odd pattern.
"Hah, you people are really interesting, to be willing to sacrifice your own lives for others. But, should I say you're naive or stupid? Do you really think sacrificing yourself can save others..."
Miao Feiyu arrogantly stared at Chen Mo, with an air of defiance on his face.
"If we're stupid, we should be about the same... Where did you get your staff? Isn't it also from her who willingly died to save you? When you say this, aren't you saying that the woman is also an idiot?"
Chen Mo replied with a smile.
With just one sentence, Miao Feiyu's smile instantly faded into a cold face. It was as if he had been struck in his weak point, his eyes full of intense murderous intent.
"You, how did you know that?"
"You guess."
Chen Mo replied with a smile, but this time, he had thoroughly enraged Miao Feiyu. The latter slashed his dagger and plunged it into his own chest, causing blood to flow.
But as he looked up, he saw that Chen Mo remained as still as a mountain, not even a single wound on him.
Chen Mo lightly wiped the blood from his arm and said indifferently: "The advantages of body cultivation are that the skin is as hard as iron. Even with your power, it's not enough to hurt me. This blood is not mine, but from some dead people..."
The blood was vomited by the red hemlock worm, which had consumed a lot of people's vitality and the vitality of the blood spirit, making it easy for it to spit out some blood to create the illusion that Chen Mo had been wounded.
"You... It's no wonder that you dare to face me alone. Damn, it's no wonder that it was named by the upper levels as the person to be dealt with. It's indeed not easy to deal with."
Miao Feiyu moved his feet lightly, retreating half a step. Chen Mo immediately roared: "Brother Pei, strike!"
As the words fell, Pei Jianghan, who had been ready and waiting, palm-striking without weapons, unleashed a terrifying spiritual energy storm that sent Miao Feiyu flying hundreds of meters away.
Pei Jianghan suddenly turned around and discovered that high Tianlang had not suffered any new wounds, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Just one move was not enough to subdue Miao Feiyu, Chen Mo knew how terrible this person was. Once he was locked by his spell, all beings would be under his control. Therefore, upon seeing him fly out for a moment, he immediately rushed out to restrain him.
However, before he could see Miao Feiyu, a fierce gust of wind rose. This storm was even more violent, overwhelming and as if it could destroy all life on the ground.
Chen Mo was caught in the midst of the storm, and in an instant, his skin was cut and blood spurted out.
"Hahaha, this time, I have finally managed to get your blood."
As the thick smoke dissipated, Miao Feiyu labored to stand up from the ground, holding his staff in one hand and his dagger in the other. With a cold smile on his face, he was about to stab himself in the chest with the dagger in his left hand.
Chen Mo's heart sank in alarm, knowing that if Miao Feiyu stabbed himself, he would be in grave danger. At this crucial moment, a beautiful and melodious female voice echoed from the void.
"Do you want to hurt brother? Have you asked me?"
