Chapter 230

Ji Rumei's spring light was exposed, even if Ji Rumei wasn't afraid of shame, but being almost naked in broad daylight, no one could stand it.

Ji Rumei screamed, hurriedly covered her chest and fled. Ji Rumei withdrew from the battle, she had a premonition that if that blade hadn't been Meng Su showing mercy, she would be a dead person now, she didn't dare to return to the battlefield again, Ji Rumei, who had changed her clothes, panted heavily and flew towards the Li family branch.

There were two living people left at the scene, one was Rong Xiaocuo, and one was Xueyun the monk.

The Supreme power of the two would dissipate in a few breaths, Xueyun the monk clearly felt Meng Su's gaze searching on him. Although most of the time he couldn't see where Meng Su was, that gaze was like ants crawling on his body, making Xueyun very uncomfortable.

This discomfort soon disappeared, because Meng Su suddenly appeared in front of him, this position was strange, he happened to block Rong Xiaocuo, Rong Xiaocuo was behind him, and Meng Su stood in front of him.

Meng Su whispered to Xueyun honestly and simply: "Monk, you tell me the cultivation technique of condensing blood puppets into clouds, and I will spare your life, is that okay."

Xueyun was furious, so Meng Su kept looking at him, just to get ideas about his Blood Clouds, this blood puppet into clouds was a supernatural ability he realized from Buddhist mind power after killing a high-ranking Buddhist monk, with clouds behind his head, very cool, very high-class, it was his most proud supernatural ability. How could he give it to others easily.

"Get lost." Xueyun almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on Meng Su's face.

Meng Su disappeared again, leaving a sentence: "Why bother, business doesn't succeed but the sentiment remains, getting angry from embarrassment is not what a businessman does."

Meng Su disappeared, leaving a golden light, the golden light turned into blade intent, cutting off Xueyun's nose with one blade.

"You will agree." Meng Su's voice sounded above Xueyun's head.

Xueyun had no nose, his face was covered in blood, like a furious donkey, running wildly everywhere.

Rong Xiaocuo hurriedly came to save, blade light flashed, Rong Xiaocuo's palm was cut off.

Rong Xiaocuo screamed, hurriedly stayed away from Xueyun.

Xueyun condensed the last Supreme power on his right hand, Xueyun, who obtained Supreme power, tried hard to sense Meng Su's position, and was finally locked onto by Xueyun.

One punch, carrying the last Supreme power, the most intense hatred, carrying the will to kill, roared towards Meng Su.

The pressure brought by this punch compressed the void, the sound of void bursting appeared in the air, no one could survive under this blow. Below Supreme, must kill.

Xueyun felt relieved in his heart, it was over, everything was over, this enemy was the most troublesome enemy Xueyun had encountered in the last ten years, but so what, he had encountered countless crises before, didn't he come through, this time was no exception.

Suddenly, Xueyun saw an arm, that arm carried a powerful Supreme aura, rolling in the air, dripping with hot blood all the way.

Whose arm was lost?

Xueyun, who was wondering, was suddenly awakened by intense pain, his own arm had been cut off at the shoulder, the arm carrying Supreme power was rolling in the air. Where the Supreme power went, it smashed a canyon on the ground.

Xueyun let out a scream.

"You will agree." Xueyun heard that negotiating tone again.

Xueyun, who had his arm cut off, had fallen from the Supreme realm, Xueyun in this realm was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out in Meng Su's eyes, without any threat to speak of.

Xueyun's head and face were full of blood, and he cursed: "You bastard, if you have the guts, come over, let's fight to the death, hiding your head and showing your tail, what kind of hero are you?"

"All day long you know how to let horses go, I'm not a herdsman. Sigh, why bother?" Meng Su's faint words came from the air.

Suddenly Xueyun's ear felt hot, then blood sprayed wildly, Xueyun's ear flew into the air.

The noseless, earless, one-armed Xueyun finally compromised, he stretched out his left hand and shouted to the sky: "Stop, stop, stop, I surrender, I'll tell you."

"Is that so?" With a question, Meng Su appeared in front of Xueyun.

Rong Xiaocuo on the side finally locked onto Meng Su, at this time his Supreme power still had one strike.

Rong Xiaocuo struck, one punch carrying a whistle hit Meng Su.

At such a close distance, with such powerful force, no one could dodge this fatal punch.

Li Huan'er in the distance shouted involuntarily: "Be careful."

Meng Su looked at the blood-stained Xueyun with sincerity: "Master has figured it out? How good it would have been earlier, it's purely a misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding."

Xueyun felt Rong Xiaocuo's will, looked at the honest and simple Meng Su in front of him, a ferocious expression appeared on his face, and with his only remaining left arm, he hugged Meng Su.

Rong Xiaocuo's Supreme fist soon exploded behind Meng Su.

There was no earth-shattering sound as imagined, no intense impact, Xueyun, who was hugging to die together, didn't welcome his own heroism, he had even thought of his last heroic words, but nothing happened.

All there was was a touch of golden light, in the golden light there was a faint blade shadow, Rong Xiaocuo's right arm carrying Supreme power flew into the sky, pairing up with Xueyun's right arm.

Powerful Supreme power turned in the air, pushing aside the thick clouds over the Demon Realm, a ray of sunlight shone on Meng Su and Xueyun.

After a while, Rong Xiaocuo let out an earth-shattering scream, this scream carried grievance, unwillingness, and confusion. Clearly the enemy hadn't moved at all, where did this blade come from?

Rong Xiaocuo lost the courage to continue fighting, turned into a blood light, and fled.

Meng Su, who was held in Xueyun the monk's arms, laughed honestly: "Master doesn't need to be so enthusiastic, it's just a small business."

Xueyun was scared out of his wits, screamed, hurriedly let go of Meng Su, and then fled in a streak of smoke.

In the wild run, a golden light flashed in front of Xueyun, a figure bumped into his arms, this figure was as heavy as a mountain, Xueyun's bald head was bumped into a big bump, and the whole person couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

"The business isn't over yet? Master is in such a hurry, where are you going?"

Xueyun looked desperately at Meng Su's honest and simple face, this face was as ferocious as a life-taking Underworld Judge, making people afraid. Xueyun, who had killed countless people, had been scared out of his wits, he knew that if he didn't hand over the refining method of Demon Clouds today, he would definitely die.

"Give it to you."

Xueyun flew out an irregular bone bead from between his eyebrows, this was a Buddhist relic. Meng Su took the relic, and a grand aura appeared in Meng Su's mind.

Xueyun handed over the relic, and then flew away quickly.

Meng Su, who was lowering his head to study the relic, raised his eyelids slightly, a touch of golden light caught up with Xueyun, Xueyun ran wildly for the last seven or eight steps of his life, and then split into two halves. Xueyun died.

"I'm still busy, you keep wasting my time. You're the one who doesn't keep your word, people always have to pay a price for not keeping their word."

Meng Su didn't even look at the dead Xueyun the monk, and cast his gaze towards Ye Jingyun and Li Huan'er in the distance.

This glance carried mockery, carried murderous intent, and even carried a little self-blame. These expressions converged into an honest and simple expression.

Ye Jingyun felt a strong fear in his heart, the danger of this person in front of him was unheard of in his life, Ye Jingyun had fought with Supreme Demon Beasts, no matter how ferocious and cold the Demon Beasts were, they had never shocked him like today. Ye Jingyun couldn't help but retreat a step, his eyes didn't dare to meet Meng Su's eyes.

Meng Su looked at Li Huan'er, Li Huan'er looked back at Meng Su's eyes stubbornly, not retreating at all.

Meng Su sighed in his heart, withdrew his gaze from Li Huan'er, looked at Ye Baiyi standing on the side, and said slowly: "I'll borrow this person for a year, I'll go to the Ye family to find him after I'm done with my business, you guys should go back too. Within ten days, Ye Hong will die."