Baili Wushuang's index finger suddenly stretched out, countless thorns, countless trees that surpassed the growth, Wushuang mutated into groups of weeds, countless transformed into sharp gravels... All living things rushed out in the moment of Baili Wushuang's thoughts, ready to go, like a ** with infinite tenacious life and willpower, constantly gushing out from all sides, on the ground, and in the gaps...

Ye Yimu stood there without any movement, looking at the current scene with empty eyes, and the position she was standing was miraculously intact, without any damage. Situ Mingri and Ye Feng were stitching left and right to avoid being implicated by the lethality around them. They worked a lot to find the position they stood.

All the creatures around him ran angrily towards Leng Zitian's position, consciously, and angrily. His posture, as if he was conscious, was going to die without fear...

At this time, the huge aperture surrounding Leng Zitian also broke away from the body, spreading rapidly at an extremely fast speed and extremely dazzling light, following Leng Zitian's intentions and attacked Baili Wushuang in the direction of Baili Wushuang.

The dazzling huge light wrapped everything around it. Even if you blink for a moment, you will feel the tingling light, burning and dangerous...

——

"Leng Zitian, this battle of life and death will be the next moment, and this damn fate will end."

The air was hazy and thick under such stirring, and Baili Wushuang's voice appeared unexpectedly cold, as if it had been a different person, a heart, cold and desperate, resolute and resolute.

Leng Zitian raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just my wish."

Boom-

"Zi Tian~"

"Little girl~"

Accompanied by the huge sound, the huge light fog spread out, and the strong shouting was drowned at this time. The loud shouting had no room or space at this time. It faded with the huge smoke and sound, disappearing without a trace...

The sky that should have been bright is filled with pungent burnt smell and dazzling ashes. The air is filled with turbid breath, and the endless smoke is floating over and over again, wave after wave, as if it is to make this space in a chaotic state and be obsessed with it...

It was like a dead silence, with ashes everywhere everywhere. At this moment, you could see Ye Feng fainting on the ground in a daze. As early as the two forces converged, Ye Feng fell down with an uncontrollable spirit and fainted.

A vast white scene, a deep dark scene, cold and turbid, blurry and hazy

At this moment, at the center of the battle, a slender figure fell to the ground, beautiful and quiet, lonely and indifferent

Directly opposite the figure, pairs of dead eyes, without any spirit, lonely and sad...

——

Gradually dissipated, the space became transparent, except for the destroyed things around it, the deadly breath was left.

At the center of the battle, there was a dying man Baili Wushuang, and there were three figures opposite Baili Wushuang.

Leng Zitian stood in the position of the previous battle, intact, and there was no trace of expression on his face. At this moment, he wanted to say nothing but said nothing...

A petite figure in front of Leng Zitian was Ye Yimu. Ye Yimu looked a little nervous and a little dull. His slightly opened lips tried to open but couldn't spit out a word.

In front of him, a familiar handsome figure slowly fell down. It was Situ Mingri, a playboy who was familiar to both Leng Zitian and Ye Yimu. With Situ Mingri's fall, Ye Yimu helped him half kneel on the ground, with his hands wrapped around him.

"Little White Face~" Ye Yimu's voice was a little trembling, and the touch of the sticky liquid on her palm made her fingers a little stiff and she couldn't move.
Chapter completed!