Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

Yan Bin smiled mockingly and attacked Yun Mo, Sometimes being too confident is not a good thing.

That's what I want to say too. Yun Mo raised his lips, facing Yan Binyu's attack.

Yan Bin flashed a gloomy look in his eyes, and the moment he approached Yunmo, the talisman that was hiding in his hand quickly aroused. He didn't know if Yun Mo's strength was stronger than him, but he would never allow himself to fail, even if it was even the slightest possibility.

A white light shot out and attacked Yun Mo's chest.

Despicable! At the moment when Yan Bin excited the talisman, Song Yanning's consciousness quickly gathered into an invisible big hand and walked towards the battle platform. There is a formation around the battle platform that shields the consciousness, but she is a ninth-level formation master, and this formation is useless to her.

When Yun Mo found out that Yan Binyu inspired Fu Lu, it was too late to escape. He hurriedly sacrificed his flying sword magic weapon, and now he can only fight recklessly.

But in the next moment, Yun Mo's face showed an unbelievable look, the white light that shot at him was blocked by an invisible force, and soon disappeared without a trace.

How is this possible? Yan Bin shook his head in disbelief.

He quickly remembered that he was fighting, and with a thought, he wanted to use the talisman to attack Yunmo again, but found that he was imprisoned by an invisible and powerful force, unable to move at all.

How could this be? Yan Binyu's face was full of anxiety. If he can't move, doesn't that mean he's going to lose?

What happened to Yan Binyu? Why didn't he attack?

Yan Binyu doesn't seem to be able to move.

What's going on? The talisman that Yanbin Yu excited just now was suddenly blocked.

That Yunmo is so powerful that he has such a means.

Yun Mo was a little surprised to find that Yan Binyu was imprisoned by a force, but he would not be merciful, and the long sword in his hand swung towards Yan Binyu. What Yanbin just inspired was the fifth-level flaming talisman, which was obviously going to kill him. How could he let go of someone who wanted his own life.

You dare! A roar sounded, threatening.

The long sword in Yun Mo's hand swung towards Yan Binyu without hesitation. The last thing he is afraid of is threats.

Yan Bin's eyes were full of unwillingness and despair. He felt a chill in his body, and a blood stain slowly seeped out from his forehead to his chest.

Yan Binyu slowly fell backwards, with no life left.

Jiang Yu made a miscalculation this time. He definitely didn't expect that his apprentice would be wiped out by an unknown pawn. Sect Master Mo Fengzong said with a cheerful smile. When Yan Bin died, Yijian was the first genius of Lingyue City. As for the kid who killed Yan Binyu, in Jiang Yu's hands, he must be dead or alive.

I'm going to blow your bones to ashes! An old man in gray roared and rushed onto the stage with a powerful aura. He is Yan Binyu's master and the deputy suzerain of Lingyun Shenzong. Yan Bin was his favorite disciple, and he had high expectations for him, but he was killed by a nobody.

Yun Mo took a few steps back, his hand holding the long sword clenched tightly, he knew that he was not the opponent of the old man in gray, No wonder Yan Binyu is so despicable, so it's because of your master, don't take the stage if you can't afford to lose.

I'm going to kill you! The gray-clothed old man took out a pair of large black scissors. Today, he is going to tear this glib little beast into eight pieces to avenge Binyu.