Chapter 1109 Get out of here

The horror of Fengjie is the son of many schools, but I have heard of it from legends and have never seen it with my own eyes.

Now, I finally saw it.

The son who was collecting the field was stolen and robbed, and he was already very frustrated.

He was so bloody that he chose a resolute and decisive method on the spot.

The blue wind flows into the body through the pores, and the body shape of the son who collects the field expands at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The whole person was like a balloon, driving away all his limbs, swelling wildly.

Oh, the sound of the separation of flesh and blood is endless.

In just a moment, the numb sound of the scalp stopped.

The wind robbery entered the body and wandered under the skin, and in the blink of an eye it became apart in the flesh.

Dong!

Feng Jie once again drilled into the flesh and flesh, and began to wander along the muscle texture, bones and blood vessels, as subtle as dust, as sharp as swords, as if hundreds of millions of steel needles were stabbed.

All the tortures in the world are not as good as the feeling of a son who is currently studying for the field trip.

"Hehe, don't think about it!"

The son of Caifeng sneered, "I really think that my Caifeng family is just a dough that you can knead!"

His eyes exploded, and two wind disasters burst out, just like a strong bow shooting sharp arrows, flying towards the son of the ignorant and famous master.

The next moment, the whole human skin exploded, revealing its bloody and fuzzy body.

The surface of the body was surrounded by countless fine winds, and it was cut inch by inch.

The son who collected the field was dead, and his body turned into pieces.

However, there is still wind disaster lingering in place. The wind is invisible and gathers and disperses freely. If you don’t pay attention, it will disperse.

Bystanders have already clearly seen that the fate of the son who collected the field is even more evasive to the Fengjie.

Two groups of wind disasters came like sharp arrows.

Before his death, the son of Caifeng was still careful and never let go of ignorance. The son of a famous scholar.

"I am merciful!"

Wuming clasped his hands together and instantly became solemn in treasure. A Muni ring rose from behind, and the precious light overflowed.

"I am the only one who has been born with a hundred kalpas!"

Wuming heard the sound of a sing of Sanskrit, his body rose inch by inch, and turned into a light giant in the blink of an eye.

The wind robbed him, but failed to invade his body, but was blocked by the golden light and surrounded him against the surface.

Ignorance uses magical powers, and the wind disaster does not enter the body, but its power is extraordinary, and it constantly weakens the golden light, and it is almost approaching the depths of his body.

"I can destroy the wind disaster in my hand!"

Wuming pinched a fearless seal and pressed it down in front of him. The wind disaster surrounding him seemed to be summoned, gathering in sequence to his palm.

After a moment, the wind robbery condensed into a ball.

Wuming's fearless seal was sticking to the Fengjie ball, looking down and patting it gently.

Buzzing!

This move is powerful and the ball is flattened, as if it is destroyed the next moment.

However, this is not an ordinary disaster. Since he was summoned, he took the life of the son who was the collecting field. It is hard to tame. How could it be easy?

boom!

The ball was pressed on the ground and suddenly splashed upwards, wrapping around Wuming's arms.

"Um!"

Wuming's eyes flashed with a light, he raised his other hand and decisively cut off the arm surrounded by Feng Jie.

When his arm fell to the ground, the wind robbed him like a hungry fly, instantly submerged him.

There was a burst of exclamation around him, and no one expected that the son of the field trip would fight back so hard.

What about another storm?

The son of a famous scholar had no more casual expression than before. How could he not see the terribleness of Feng Jie?

Be careless!

The other party is the son of the field of study, but it is not the ability to report the news. Who knows that he still has the ability to collect hundreds of winds and refine the wind disaster.

They were still angry, otherwise the sons who were collecting the field would never drag them into the water at the cost of their lives.

"So what about Fengjie?"

If you can't even kill Wuming, how can you do anything to him?

The son of a famous artist hugged his hands, "Spotless, clean and clean!"

In the blink of an eye, the two long sleeves spread out, swelling in the storm, and spewing out a vast and clear stream.

The clear stream sprayed out, and the dust in the air avoided it, revealing a clean and dust-free space.

Feng Jie came to kill him, and was sprayed with his cuffs and rolled in place.

However, the wind and disaster follow like a shadow, like a wild beast smelling blood, always staring at the son of a famous master.

If there is any flaw, Fengjie must take advantage of the situation.

The son of a famous artist is extremely flexible and protects his body so that it is not airtight. Whenever the wind disaster approaches, he will be beaten and regress.

"sharp!"

The sons of many schools around were admired by this. They were as powerful as ignorance. In order to avoid Feng Jie, they had to give up one arm. However, in the hands of the sons of famous scholars, Feng Jie rushed left and right and never worked.

"Enough!"

The next moment, the son of the famous master shouted, "The catastrophe."

The sleeves suddenly stretched, wrapping up the wind robbery, and firmly binding it.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Jie was compressed into a vertical eye.

This vertical eye makes people shudder and full of destruction and brute force.

"The Eye of Tribulation is the Eye of Tribulation!"

According to rumors, when the disaster reaches its depth, it will inevitably turn into a vertical pupil, and no one who is seen can escape the disaster.

This move by the son of a famous scholar not only failed to weaken Fengjie, but instead made his power more powerful.

"If you see it, my famous method will be too common!"

The son of a famous master chuckled and said, "How can he be destroyed if you can't see a disaster?"

He stretched out his slender index finger, raised it like a long sword, and his sleeves loosened his restraints.

The eyes of the catastrophe transformed by the wind robbery were impatient and turned their attention to the son of the famous master.

"break!"

The son of a famous scholar relaxed his index finger and was in the center of the robbery eye.

Then, a scream that almost pierced the eardrum was heard.

The eyes of the catastrophe were shattered like bubbles, without any movement, and even the splashing wind disaster could not be damaged.

The son of a famous artist naturally paid a price, and his sleeves were shattered on the spot.

"It's just a tragedy!"

The son of a famous artist spoke, and the eyes of others looking at him were different.

In the past, most people had heard of his excellence.

Now, I saw with my own eyes how the son of a famous scholar destroyed the Fengjie and realized his terribleness.

"Wuming, please let it aside first, and I will talk to the son of Zongheng!"

Only by giving up one arm of ignorance can one avoid the wind disaster. The visible ones of the naked eye are weaker than him, and it is hard to say much when you hear this.

The son of a famous scholar turned to the son of Zongheng, "There is no son of the field collection, and you two!"

"If there are methods similar to Fengjie, you can use them."

"I don't give up if I don't let you try!"

The son of the famous master spread his hands and said, "Come on, I'm waiting!"

The son of Zongheng and Fengshui son were filled with sadness and anger.

At present, life and death are involuntarily independent, which is a great humiliation for any practitioner.

"Amitabha Buddha!"
To be continued...