The disappearing figure, the murderous intent everywhere.

As strong as Chen Feiyu could only temporarily stop and stand in place, waved the purple sword light, and weaved a dense sword net around him to prevent being attacked by Pandit!

At the same time, Chen Feiyu exerted his mental power with all his strength and continued to impact the surrounding illusion!

Feeling Chen Feiyu's strong and surging mental power, Pandit, who was hidden in the illusion, frowned slightly, and knew that the "Eight Transformations Techniques" could only affect Chen Feiyu for two seconds, and coupled with being impacted by Chen Feiyu's mental power, it was probably only lasting for one second!

He no longer hesitated, immediately jumped up and came to five meters above Chen Feiyu, rushing down with a high point, and at the same time reached out and patted Chen Feiyu on the head, hoping to take this opportunity to kill Chen Feiyu with one blow!

"I found you!"

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu raised his head suddenly and raised his sword. The originally three-foot-long purple sword light suddenly burst out with a powerful sword energy soaring into the sky, attacking Pandit directly!

It was because Chen Feiyu felt the danger from his inner instinct, and the continuous impact of his mental power made the "Eight Transformations Techniques" invalid, so he could swing his sword to the sky and slash towards Pandit at critical moments.

Pandit's eyes shone with purple light, his face changed slightly, and he immediately changed his move. He slapped the sword light with his palm and jumped to the snow behind him. Blood flowed out of his palm. He felt a little bit short of killing Chen Feiyu. Damn, it's really hateful!

Sharma watched coldly, and it was obvious that if he fought head-on, his master was definitely not Chen Feiyu's opponent.

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu moved, shouted softly, rushed to Pandit with his sword, waved the purple sword light, and stabbed Pandit's chest.

Take his life while he is sick!

Pandit's face changed slightly, and his brain endured the severe pain of being attacked by Chen Feiyu's mental power. He immediately tapped the snow, flew back lightly but quickly retreated, and formed seals in the air with both hands, and used the illusion and the "Eight Transformation Techniques" again.

In an instant, Pandit disappeared from Chen Feiyu's sight and mental power again.

Chen Feiyu was shocked, swung his sword forward, but slashed a hole. It was obvious that Pandit was no longer in front of him.

Pandit quietly appeared behind Chen Feiyu, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Taking advantage of Chen Feiyu's moves to use his old age, he attacked Chen Feiyu's back heart with a palm.

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't kill Chen Feiyu this time!

Chen Feiyu felt a fatal sense of threat in his heart, and his body instinctively jumped forward.

Suddenly, a crisp ringtone rang out of thin air, containing a mysterious aura!

Almost in an instant, the bell in Chen Feiyu's pocket also rang, and his mind suddenly felt clear, and his mental power instantly found Pandit behind him!

On the other side, Sharma, who had been watching coldly, suddenly shook the bell on his white wrist, with a graceful posture like a fairy in the snow, making a crisp ringtone.

It was Sharma who suddenly intervened, helping Chen Feiyu offset the influence of the "Eight Transformations Techniques"!

Chen Feiyu looked overjoyed, seized the rare opportunity, suddenly turned around and slashed at Pandit with all his strength, and his mental power also attacked Pandit's brain.

Pandit's old face suddenly changed drastically, and then a severe pain came from his head, and the moves he used were already affected.

In addition, he never expected that Sharma would help Chen Feiyu offset the "Eight Transformations Techniques". Unexpectedly, he had no time to stop and retreat. His right hand was suddenly cut off from his wrist by Chen Feiyu's purple sword light, and blood splashed out.

Pandit screamed at the sky, and a flaw appeared in his mind. Under Chen Feiyu's continuous attack of his mental power, his consciousness became tranced.

Good opportunity!

Chen Feiyu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, he turned forward, and his mind turned around. He waved the purple sword light and wiped it from Pandit's neck, and a blood arrow splattered out.

"Dingdeng" Pandit took three steps back, knowing that he was going to die, turned his head and looked at Sharma, with an incredible look in his eyes, his throat stimulated, and said with difficulty: "Why... want to help Chen... Feiyu..."

Chen Feiyu also looked at Sharma and showed a curious look.

Although when he first came to the woods to see Sharma and Pandit, he guessed that the person Sharma wanted him to kill was Pandit, after the incident really happened, Chen Feiyu still couldn't stop wondering why Sharma wanted to kill her master?

"Why? Do you think I don't know what you want to do to me?" Sharma sneered and mocked: "I treat you as a respected master. You actually want to sleep with me, and you also want to treat me as a furnace and suck my whole body of skills. I'm doing this now, just take the initiative first!"

Chen Feiyu looked shocked, Damn, the truth is so heavy?

Pandit's eyes suddenly widened, and he realized that his life breath was getting weaker and weaker. He reluctantly raised his breath and asked with difficulty: "How did you...you...you know..."

"If you don't know, unless you don't do it yourself, when you first came to Nordic Europe to discuss matters secretly with the Pope, you propose that the Pope give you the 'angel tears'.

You said that if you surrender the "angel's tears" you can successfully break through to the "half-step innate" realm, and then treat me as a furnace and suck my whole body of skills. If it goes well, you can break through to become an innate strong man. At that time, the Indian Church will do its best to repay the Holy See.

These words are all said by you in person. I think you are the master. Who would have thought you would cultivate me with all your heart, just to suck my skills out of your power!" Sharma sneered, and a look of contempt and disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Impossible...I'm talking to the Pope. If you steal...eave it, you will definitely be discovered by me..."

"You can't imagine that in addition to me eavesdropping, Song Xuan is also eavesdropping. He used the secret technique to hide my breath. Otherwise, how could I not be discovered by you?"

Pandit's face changed suddenly.

"Now, I will feel more disgusting when I look at you more!"

Sharma looked cold, and a sharp energy popped out with his fingers.

She took action with hatred and instantly penetrated Pandit's heart.

Pandit suddenly stopped his vitality, and he raised his head and fell on the snow with a "thump". His eyes widened and his eyes were dying with his eyes open.

"The entanglement between your master and apprentice is really... tortuous." Chen Feiyu shook his head and sighed.

"Put your sarcastic words, if my hand bell was not the secret treasure of the Tianzhu Sect and could offset all illusions in a short time, you might not be my master... Pandit's opponent." Sharma snorted, and even the master was unwilling to scream.

"That may not be." Chen Feiyu smiled confidently and said, "Even without you, I have enough confidence to kill him. The most important thing now is that I will kill him for you. Now it's your turn to help me."

"How to help?" Sharma rolled his eyes: "Your biggest enemy is the Pope and Long Jingyun. They are both super strong men of "half-step innateness". I don't have the ability to help you kill them."

"No, you can't be the most suitable one." Chen Feiyu smiled mysteriously.
Chapter completed!