Feng Lingye was startled when Wushuang's murmur reached his eardrums. He raised his eyes and saw that small face full of murderous intent, and the pain and pity in his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword. The woman who was as mysterious as Yue Wushuang,
That kind of strength makes my heart ache so much!
Feng Xinglie stretched out his hand to rub her cheek, leaned over and kissed her forehead, his cold lips were like clear water
"Don't be afraid" in a low voice, with endless tenderness
The cold lips brought a faint warmth to Wushuang's heart. His big hands supported the frowning brow. Gradually, the sleeping person seemed to feel the tenderness of the person.
A warm big hand pulled her tightly, as if pulling her out of the sea of fire and hell. Gradually, Wushuang's tightly frowned brows gradually smoothed away, and the solemn expression faded away.
The vulture flew, and there was a huge noise from behind
"King, look!" Chi Lian turned around and was surprised. Hundreds of golden eagles flew from behind, densely shining and dazzling.
Feng Xinglie turned back with a calm face. The golden eagles and Xilin not only handed over the hidden position to Feng Mingyue, but also sent out the golden eagles.
Wushuang woke up suddenly in his arms. There was no trace of haziness on his cheeks. He turned to look behind him, and the light hidden in his eyes was terrifying.
Baijiao looked back, feeling horrified in his heart. Facing the monsters in the sky, he couldn't deal with them. Damn it, he couldn't help his master...
"We're out of this mountain, fighting," Feng Xinglie said in a loud voice.
Wushuang lowered his head and looked down. This side is indeed not suitable for fighting. There is an abyss below and mountains on both sides. If they are facing each other, the rocks will collapse and it will not be beneficial to anyone.
Chi Lianfeng Lingye looked at each other, both of them were coming towards the rear of the spiritual vulture. The opponent's fighting spirit was not weak, so he had to be on guard.
Feng Xinglie took off his coat, reached out and put the vest-like thing inside on Wushuang: "Put it on"
Wushuang stretched out her hand and touched it. It was soft but felt very solid. Just by touching it, she knew the purpose of this thing. It could block fighting spirit!
"The king can't..." Chi Lian stared hard, and what he was about to say was interrupted by Feng Xinglie's dark eyes before he finished speaking.
Feng Lingye just glanced at it, not as surprised as Chi Lian, and turned to look at the group of golden eagles behind him.
"I can protect myself, you wear it." Wushuang took off the clothes in his hand and raised his hand to hand it to Feng Xinglie.
Feng Xinglie's face darkened and his gaze shifted away from Wushuang: "If you don't wear it, throw it away."
Hearing this, Wushuang was a little angry and funny. He had no choice but to put the clothes on. Feng Xinglie's pout was harder than a dozen cows.
"King, they are ready to attack." Chi Lian stared behind him and suddenly his eyes tightened.
The flying speed of the golden eagle behind is speeding up. The fighting spirit of Lan Zun above is glowing with gas in his hands.
"Fighting" Feng Xinglie's eyes turned murderous
"This Feng Mingyue even risked her own life for the throne," Feng Lingye said harshly.
There are so many rocks in the mountains here. The rocks have lasted for thousands of years and will definitely fall apart if they are impacted by powerful fighting spirit.
It's not that Feng Mingyue didn't think of this, it's that he doesn't care about the rock collapse at all now, he only cares about the throne!
"You hold Yueshuo steady, the fighting spirit is flying, and the spirit vulture will definitely be bumpy. Be careful, his body will fall." Feng Xinglie turned to Wushuang and said
Wushuang stepped forward: "Chi Lian, you go"
Feng Mingyue was so arrogant, she wished she could cut him into pieces and face the enemy. She would never hide behind her and act as a backup!
Seeing this, Feng Xinglie glared at Wushuang fiercely
Wu Shuang avoided seeing him and raised his chin, extremely stubborn.
"I want to protect the king." When Chi Lian heard this, his face immediately tensed up.
"With your fighting spirit, can you protect the king of your family?" There was no trace of contempt in his tone, not even a trace of contempt. He just said it lightly, as if to say, "This is too much food for you to eat."
Chi Lian felt sulky in his heart. Naturally, he knew that Wushuang did not mean to look down on him. However, he was still unbalanced.
"Boom boom!" The fighting spirit from behind keeps attacking.
"Why don't you go quickly?" Wushuang's eyes turned cold, he looked at Chi Lian and his tone became more serious.
Faced with such strong words, Chi Lian's first reaction was to support Yue Shuo's body.
Wushuang smiled with satisfaction and turned to look at the golden eagle and the horse behind him. His bloodthirsty smile bloomed. The two-color bell on his waist shone. He stretched out his hand to hold the bell in his hand. With a slight movement, a red whip that was more than ten meters long suddenly appeared.
Red as blood, an ancient artifact, with a whip, it is so powerful that Lan Zun’s fighting spirit is hard to resist
With a 'swish' sound, a red aura mixed with a strong wind blew away the Lan Zun's fighting spirit flying towards the rear with a 'boom'.
At the same time, Feng Xinglie held his sleeves for a moment, threw his hands upwards, and a purple illusion burst out. A huge purple tiger appeared in the air, opened its mouth, and galloped towards the golden eagle behind it.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The purple fighting spirit from behind met Wushuang's whip, and he couldn't summon it, and the golden eagle began to become unstable.
The phantom condensed by Feng Xinglie from behind came up and tore the flying golden eagle into pieces with one blow. The fighter above let out a scream and crashed down towards him.
There is nothing to climb on this side. If you are hit by the breath, there is only a dead end!
The phantom roared in the air. Although the sound could not be heard, looking at the ferocious appearance of the phantom, one could imagine how powerful the huge phantom tiger was at this time. The phantom was condensed from the top purple fighting spirit.
Definitely more powerful than the real World of Warcraft.
However, condensing such a powerful illusion and consuming physical strength, even a top fighter can only condense it into an illusion at most!
There are hundreds of golden eagles at the rear, and each one has seven or eight douqi sitting on it. There are too many, and it is naturally difficult to deal with the phantoms. The unparalleled red whip is constantly waving, and the red light is shot out, which will definitely injure and maim people.
When Lan Zun faced the ancient artifact, his hostile ability was reduced, and when he faced the fighting spirit of the unparalleled whip, he could still avoid losing his life. You knew that the fighting spirit of these Lan Zuns was much stronger than that of Jin Se's before!
The wind is breathing, the vultures are flying, the golden eagles behind are spectacular, and their golden feathers are shining with golden light.
This chapter has been completed!