Chapter 163: Power of the Wind Fire Wheel

Just as Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to fly away immediately, two giant cyan wolves, each over a zhang long, suddenly appeared in the wolf pack in the dense forest below, with light winds rolling on their bodies, and they actually flew into the air as well.

"Entry-rank Spirit Beast!"

Wang Yu was startled, but reacted immediately. He flicked his sleeves, and two cold lights shot out. After flashing and disappearing, they pierced through the heads of the two giant cyan wolves.

The two giant cyan wolves wailed and fell from the air, crashing heavily into the wolf pack below.

After the two cold lights circled in the air, they flew back into Wang Yu's sleeves. They were vaguely two willow-leaf flying knives flashing with cold light.

The wolf pack below, seeing that the two giant cyan wolves had also died at the hands of the enemy in the air, scattered in fear and no longer lingered below.

Wang Yu saw this, and didn't have any intention of chasing and killing them. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and said coldly to a void not far away:

"Has your Excellency seen enough? Or should Wang personally invite you out?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the void over there was quiet, without any abnormality.

Wang Yu chuckled, flicked his sleeves again, and with two "whoosh" sounds, two more cold lights shot out, sweeping towards that void, with strange and incomparable speed.

"Clang!" "Clang!" Two sounds.

The void over there fluctuated, and a tall youth wearing green half-body armor appeared, holding a giant black sword. The giant sword in his hand just moved slightly, and he slashed the two cold lights into pieces with lightning speed, turning them into countless streams of light that fell scattered.

Wang Yu saw this, his expression flickered slightly when he scanned the other party with his divine sense.

The other party's aura could not be probed. It seemed that he was at least at the perfection of Qi Refinement.

"Sixiang Sect disciple? Only at the late stage of Qi Refinement? Interesting!" The green-armored youth was burly, with bulging eyes and a strange, large mouth, looking very ugly. After looking at Wang Yu twice, he said lightly.

"Not like a Black Soul Sect disciple, nor like a person from the Joyous Palace. Could it be a disciple of the Moluo Sect?" Wang Yu narrowed his eyes and asked.

"That's right. I am an inner sect disciple of the Moluo Sect. Since you ran into me, then leave your life behind." The green-armored youth said proudly. At the same time, he waved the giant black sword in his hand and slashed at Wang Yu from the air.

"Rumbling—"

A vast white sword Qi rolled out from the giant sword and slashed over with great momentum.

"Quick battle, quick decision."

Wang Yu muttered, held the cyan-red long blade in one hand, his figure flickered, and he flew a zhang away horizontally, dodging the giant sword Qi. Then he recited an incantation and pinched a spell with one hand.

"Puff!" "Puff!" Two sounds.

On his two lower legs, one was surrounded by cyan light, and the other was faintly revealing red fire light. The cyan-red bright light rays then intertwined together, and eleven cyan-red spirit inscriptions appeared simultaneously. Two cyan-red light wheels, each a foot in diameter, appeared at his feet.

The green-armored youth opposite, seeing Wang Yu's move, sneered, shook the giant black sword in his hand, and eleven pale golden spirit inscriptions appeared on the surface of the giant sword. Around it, dozens of pale golden sword shadows immediately appeared, each a foot long, dense and packed, each unusually clear and solid, just like a real sword.

But before he could stimulate these sword shadows, Wang Yu, with crystal light flashing in his eyes, moved first.

Wang Yu just shook the cyan-red long blade in his hand, and the light wheel shadows at his feet suddenly turned.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, he suddenly disappeared from the spot. A cyan-red shadow shot out, and after another flash, it disappeared without a trace in the whistling sound.

The youth surnamed Wei was startled. Without thinking, he hurriedly held the giant sword in his hand horizontally in front of him. The dense pale golden sword shadows around him shot out towards the void in front of him like a swarm of bees.

Wherever the golden sword shadows passed, they appeared and disappeared, the void fluctuated, like countless golden big fish swimming back and forth.

"What is your Excellency doing? I am behind you."

Just at this moment, a faint voice came from behind the green-armored youth.

The youth was terrified. He hurriedly patted the armor on his body, wanting to inject magic power, but his figure suddenly stiffened. A blood line appeared on his neck, and his head rolled down with a "gurgle." The headless body swayed a few times, and then fell towards the ground below together with the head.

In the void more than a zhang away behind, Wang Yu's face was a bit pale as he shook the cyan-red long blade in his hand. A few blood beads slid down from the blade edge. After flipping his hand again, the magic artifact was put away.

At this moment, he lowered his head to look at the headless corpse on the ground below, and then looked at his own legs.

The cyan-red circular wheel shadows had already disappeared, but a pair of big feet were scorched black, and there was even a faint scorched smell. The original shoes had long since turned into ashes.

Wang Yu grinned, endured the pain on his feet, found a green talisman from his storage bag, and patted it on his feet. Amidst the flickering cyan runes, the scorched skin on the surface dissipated quickly, revealing tender new skin.

Then, he descended slowly from the air, searched the headless corpse for a while, turned out two storage bags, picked up the giant black sword that had fallen nearby, pinched a spell with one hand, muttered an incantation, raised his hand and released a fireball, turning the corpse and the head nearby into ashes.

"Eh?"

The green half-body armor worn by the youth was actually intact in the flames, and the flames even seemed to avoid this armor.

Wang Yu was surprised, but knew that this piece of armor was mostly a treasure, so he collected it into his storage bag, flashed into the nearby dense forest again, and disappeared without a trace.

However, after a quarter of an hour, seven or eight demonic path people wearing various clothes flew over and arrived at the high sky nearby.

One of them held a circular plate, looked around on the ground nearby, looked at the circular plate in his hand a few times, and then led the others to land on the ground below, searching carefully.

"Brother Zhao, there are traces of burning here."

A sharp-eyed demonic path disciple immediately discovered the place where the green-armored youth's corpse had turned into ashes, and shouted loudly to the demonic path person holding the circular plate.

The person holding the circular plate was actually a man dressed like a scholar in his thirties, but at this moment his face was gloomy. He walked to the place pointed out by his companion, looked at the circular plate in his hand a few times.

I saw a faint red dot in the circular plate flashing in the center of the circular plate, and then suddenly disappeared, which made the scholar's pupils shrink suddenly.

Others beside him saw the scene in the circular plate and were terrified, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"Brother Zhao, what's going on? Why did Brother Wei's essence blood mark disappear? Could it be that Brother Wei really perished?"

"This is big trouble! Brother Wei is one of the few direct descendants of Wei Shizu. This time he sneaked into the secret realm, and we didn't protect him well. After going out, we will be punished by going to the Ten Thousand Snake Valley at best, and at worst, I'm afraid our lives won't be saved." Another person also said with a face full of panic.

"How can this be blamed on us? Who knew that Brother Wei stole Wei Shizu's Thousand-Breath Mask and turned into someone else's appearance to enter the secret realm with us? Even Wei Shizu himself didn't notice it." Someone also argued in shock and anger.

"But Wei Shizu discovered this matter not long after, and specially sent in an essence blood mark plate, and issued a special order, asking us who were with him to protect this descendant of his well.

But Brother Wei was used to being arrogant, disliked us being in the way, and in the sect's sparring, not many people dared to win against him. With a little carelessness, he used that Thousand-Breath Mask and ran away again. Now that the person is dead, how could Wei Shizu let us off lightly." Among the others, someone also said in despair. ===== CHAPTER 164 =====