Shadow Weaver did not miss the surprise in Turo's eyes when he heard her using the ice blade as a weapon.

He still hasn't forgotten that fight a hundred years ago, and he should also know that he has put a lot of thought into the art of swordsmanship, and suddenly abandoning the art of swordsmanship is like losing an arm.

She wasn't afraid of what Turo would say.

She was fooled out of her true identity and imprisoned in the sea. It was such a shameful thing, but she still yelled at it for everyone to know. Is it just a joke?

Sure enough, the surprise in Tu Luo's eyes flashed away, the red light in his hand flourished, and the Ming Hong Dao turned into a red bird and rushed towards him, followed closely behind.

Qiang Wu raised his eyebrows at this, and thought to himself that this young king of the Kunpeng tribe is very calculating. He does not just pretend to be a gentleman, but does his best. Regardless of the success or failure of this battle, he has set up a good ladder for himself to ensure that he does not lose face.

I wonder how this little goddess will deal with it, and whether the hat of being defeated will fall back on her head in a circle. If this is the result... that would be interesting!

Thinking about it this way, Qiang Wu's previous resentment at being thrown into the custody of the army disappeared in an instant. Instead, he became more interested in watching the show.

At the same time as the Danque flew out, thirty-six ice blades from Weaver's side fired in unison, trapping it from six directions: front, rear, left, right, up and down.

"Liuhe Formation!" Tu Luo said unexpectedly.

Shadow Weaver was undecided.

In just one breath, the ice blade had pricked Danque into a hedgehog. The red light lit up again, breaking away from the shackles of the ice blade and heading straight towards Shadow Weaver.

Seeing this, Zhi Ying showed no trace of panic on his face, and a wall of clouds gathered in front of him. He repeated the same trick as he did against Iwakawa's black sword last time, engulfing the Minghong Sword and making no movement.

Tu Luo's expression changed, and he immediately thought about it, trying to recall his weapon, but unexpectedly he couldn't sense where the Ming Hong Sword was!

Without the Minghong Sword in front, thirty-six ice blades came towards him menacingly.

Turo was shocked but not confused, and decisively threw a feather-like object, which suddenly grew into a golden-winged roc with a wingspan of more than ten feet. His beaks were wide open, trying to swallow the dozens of ice blades that appeared with a cold glow.

The corners of Zhiying's lips were raised slightly, and she patted the clouds in front of her with her palms. The cotton-like clouds rushed in front of the ice blade with the force of breaking bamboo.

But when I heard a loud bird call, a red skylark flew out from the white clouds.

Amidst the lightning and flint, Little Golden Crow smiled, Dongjun raised his eyebrows, the leader of the Kunpeng clan was shocked and angry, and Qiang Wu secretly praised.

Tu Luo, who was immersed in the scene, was shocked and pale, secretly hating that this woman had evil intentions and actually wanted to use his Ming Hong Dao Spirit to deal with the Golden-winged Dapeng. She didn't lose any of them if she lost.

Although he scolded Zhi Ying a hundred and eighty times in his heart, he still had to comply with her wishes, waved the peng feather to recall the golden-winged roc, and raised his hand to catch the Minghong Sword.

Although he reacted quickly, he used the Minghong Sword to defeat several ice blades, but most of the ice blades still greeted him very enthusiastically.

Then he discovered to his horror that he was descending at a very fast speed. He wanted to mobilize his spiritual power, but his body was completely empty.

Just when Turo was about to humiliate and accept his fate, he touched something on his back and was bounced up again. He jumped through an unusually long and embarrassing arc for him, and accidentally fell into a hot net.

This strange feeling of familiarity made him shiver.

Immediately afterwards, Tu Luo heard the voice above his head that made his teeth itch with hatred even in his dreams: "Thank you, Lord Qingyun, for your kindness!"

Zhi Ying saw smoke coming from the corner of Tu Luo's robe, and reminded the little Golden Crow who took the opportunity to make a flirtatious look at him: "Watch the fire!"

Everyone: "..."

Behind the heartbroken leader of the Kunpeng tribe, Qiang Wu rubbed his chin and pondered, why did this line sound so similar to what that girl Chan Hua said two days ago when she pulled him to grill fish?

Little Golden Crow looked at the struggling prey in the net leisurely, and said with a smile: "It's you again, has your hair grown back?"

Tu Luo was already burned to death by the Jiuyao True Fire Net, but suddenly his old scars were unmasked by this abominable culprit in public without any tact. In panic and anger, he rolled his eyes and passed out angrily.

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"Tsk, tsk, I'm dizzy now. It seems that my mental quality needs to be improved!" Little Jinwu shook his head in disappointment.

"Chi Xiao, return my beloved disciple!"

The leader of the Kunpeng tribe was furious, and the calm water surface was as if being stirred by a group of giant whales. The movement was so loud that the two armies facing each other in the clouds felt their hearts trembling.

The densely packed aquatic tribe jumped up, opened its huge mouth, exposed its two-foot-long fangs, and rushed toward the clouds, immediately disrupting the heavenly army. When they regained consciousness, the heavenly army hurriedly stabilized their bodies and rushed to dodge.

Shadow Weaver hurriedly formed seals, colorful rays of light flowed, and the river froze, temporarily slowing down the water tribe's offensive.

The leader of the Kunpeng Tribe clenched his long spear and rushed into the Tianjie Army formation. He smashed the Ziyun shoulder armor on the left side of Zhiying. Zhiying frowned, turned into clouds and smoke, and appeared again.

Poppies are blooming slowly.

The leader of the Kunpeng tribe was interested in Little Golden Crow, but Zhi Ying insulted his beloved disciple. Seeing that she was injured, he planned to take advantage of the situation to kill Zhi Ying first, and then attack Little Golden Crow.

She pursed her lips and blew a long whistle, summoning several giant kuns to surround Weaver Shadow. The thin figure immediately became smaller, and the slime-coated fangs of the giant kun were almost inseparable from her.

Seeing this scene, Little Golden Crow rushed over without thinking. At that time, he was also besieged by dozens of large and small aquariums.

The true fire of the sun spurted out from the palm of his hand, and the golden flames were like an erupting volcano. The water tribe that surrounded him didn't even have time to scream in agony before they were roasted into blackened dried fish.

As soon as they moved two steps, another group of aquatic tribes came to fill in, and they were rushing one after another, looking at death as if they were home.

Little Golden Crow was extremely angry, but couldn't get away for the time being.

The screams were endless, and the smell of blood made the nose uncomfortable, which further aroused the ferocity of the water beast. Its pupils all turned red, and it bit and killed the heavenly army even more crazily.

Weaver Ying simply stopped the bleeding, so as not to attract more water beasts, and kept moving around among the giant kun, dodging the water arrows shot from the giant kun's mouth and the waves of attacks from the leader of the Kunpeng tribe, looking for an opening to use

The Thousand Miles Ice Frozen Technique froze the giant Kun's foul-smelling mouth.

Seeing Zhiying's busy opening, the leader of the Kunpeng clan flashed a sneer on his face.

The long spear turned into a transparent arrow, piercing the void silently and passing by Weaver Ying's waist.

But she saw a soft light shining on Zhiying's body, the light faded, and a string of blood beads rolled down from her waist.

The leader of the Kunpeng Tribe felt a little regretful for not being able to seriously injure Shadow Weaver, but it was enough to get these blood drops. The tone of the whistle blowing from his lips changed, and the giant Kun's big mouth suddenly closed, biting the ice into his belly.

The hard and cold taste made them howl and roar in dissatisfaction. In contrast, the pure and sweet divine blood of Weaver Shadow was like a gluttonous feast to the wronged giant Kun. It spontaneously twisted the huge Kun without any instructions from the leader of the Kunpeng clan.

body, opened its mouth and bit at Weaver Ying.

Being greeted so warmly by so many aquatic tribes, Little Golden Crow, who had still not escaped, saw that the white color was about to be swallowed up in the mouth of the ugly giant beast, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Shadowweaver!"

Qiang Wu, who was fighting with Dong Jun, heard this sound and subconsciously searched for Zhi Ying's figure. He saw her standing under Kun's mouth, waiting for her jaws to be closed before she died. He couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Unfortunately, after that, he suddenly remembered someone.

If that person knew that he was standing idly by, would he beat him to death?

In a flash of thought, Qiang Wu saw something like a rope flying out of the encirclement, and was caught by Weaver Shadow in his hand.

Zhiying saw the appearance clearly and was stunned for a moment, then used the whip technique that he had not used for a long time.
Chapter completed!