The remaining officials opened their eyes in horror and ran around. Facing the devil-like man, they were afraid. They didn't care about his officials in the DPRK or whether his country was destroyed. Escape is the most important thing now!
The Ghost King was horrified, but he could not see through Feng Xinglie's fighting spirit at this time. At the same time, he condensed two phantoms and could attack downwards.
The people standing behind were also surprised. He was so powerful. The silver-haired man came into her eyes. She was shocked. This man was so cold and terrifying.
In a blink of an eye, the Ghost King saw Wushuang staring at Feng Xinglie, his dark eyes moved, and his body tilted slightly to the left, not knowing whether he wanted to block her sight or Feng Xinglie's.
However, his action was obviously a step too late, because the cold and bloodthirsty man had already looked at the figure behind him, and the murderous look in his eyes suddenly faded slightly.
His angry eyes were now red, his body was shaking, and his eyes were unblinking, as if he just blinked and the person in front of him would disappear.
"Shuang'er..." The voice was very soft, very soft, but it was enough to reveal the hidden emotions in it.
The longing for more than three months is like three thousand years, and the days when life is worse than death for more than three months are like dead trees blooming in spring...
The person standing there suddenly felt a twitch in his heart, his heart was shaking, and there was a hint of fear in the coldness.
"Feng Xinglie, your opponent is my king!" The Ghost King blocked Wushuang behind him and stared at Feng Xinglie with cold eyes. Wushuang had not recovered her memory. She would not know who the person in front of her was, and she would not know!
Feng Xinglie turned his horrified gaze to the Ghost King, and it turned out to be him. He was the one who took Wushuang away.
"This emperor will let Dongshan be completely destroyed!" His anger was soaring to the sky, and no one dared to question the words in his mouth.
The official who had just escaped trembled even more. It was obvious that the Ghost King was not as powerful as the Dragon King. He still remembered that the Dragon King and the Ghost King were equally capable.
However, when I saw them now, the Dragon King and the Ghost King were of equal power and were clearly not on the same level.
"The Dragon Emperor is possessed by the devil..." the officials shouted in shock.
That full head of silver hair and those blood-red eyes looked like they were trying to eat people, and their methods were as if they would destroy everyone here. How could they be so terrifying if they weren't possessed by evil spirits?
"ah……"
"Bump..."
As panic rose here, the palace at the rear continued to explode, and there were screams and screams one after another, which made people's hearts tremble!
There was another loud bang, and the closed palace door was instantly blown to pieces. In the blink of an eye, Feng Lingye and his group were already fighting on the square.
The Dragon King and his party entered the square and attacked the scattered officials without stopping.
Dongshan's general, who was in charge of the magical beasts, moved his finger, and a large number of magical beasts rushed out from the sky, fighting with the humans on this side. The Dragon King's magical beasts behind him came up in a blink of an eye.
The scene was filled with chaos that no one could control. The two parties were high-level magic beasts and high-level experts. The impact was like waves. Nothing could get close to them in the sky around the entire square.
Feng Lingye and others saw the person behind Dongshan Ghost King at a glance, and their hearts were suddenly lifted. Yue Wushuang, it was really Yue Wushuang!
"If you want to destroy Dongshan, then we have to see what you are capable of!" The Ghost King grimaced and whistled loudly from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time as the whistle sounded, a sinister wind surged from all directions, surrounding the people among people. The shadow-like person instantly fell behind everyone, and launched a heavy blow towards the unprepared person.
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"Shadow man!" Feng Xinglie shouted coldly, closing his eyes and ears, sensing the changes around him.
Feng Lingye was horrified and did not expect that there would be shadow people hiding in Dongshan. She turned around and shouted at Zhu Yeyun and others: "Close your eyes to sense their presence."
Once the shadow man is attached to a person, it will change its attacks according to your movements just like a real shadow. Every blow can accurately find the fatal weakness.
The people in the square were all fighting. The cold expression of the man in the red wedding dress no longer existed, as if he had suddenly taken off his cold mask. The fighting filled her eyes with fear, and the smell of blood filled her eyes.
She almost gagged.
The Ghost King sensed the changes in the person behind him, and his eyes were slightly strange. He was never afraid of the bloody Wushuang, but at this time, except for that face, all the reactions were not what Wushuang should have...
My heart felt a little horrified for a moment, and I pressed forward step by step, turning around and staring at the people around me.
Facing the Ghost King's questioning, the people standing there became deathly silent for a moment, and stepped back step by step.
The moment Feng Xinglie behind him opened his eyes, he turned the wind of his palm and knocked away the shadow behind him. He concentrated his breath and attacked the Ghost King on the square.
It has a killing sharpness and a powerful aura.
The Ghost King stared at the retreating person with dark eyes, no, absolutely not, absolutely not...
"Be careful." The woman who was retreating step by step saw the attack from behind in horror. She stretched out her hand to push the ghost king and stepped forward.
Feng Xinglie's palm wind was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he saw the person facing the palm wind, and he was shocked. He had so much fighting spirit that it was impossible to take it back. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fighting spirit in his body was desperately being withdrawn, as if it was shot out.
He held the tip of the sword excitedly and wanted to pull it back.
The woman also widened her eyes, reached out and took out a hairpin from her head, and when the wind came from her palm, she stabbed the hairpin out...
Poof... a splash of blood splashed onto her face, which was extremely shocking against the frightened white face.
However, the palm wind that was supposed to hit her stopped...
The hairpin in the woman's hand was inserted into Feng Xinglie's chest... Blood filled her hands, and the warm blood on her face clearly told her what she had done...
Her eyes widened, as if she was suddenly stunned, her hands trembled and her whole body trembled.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene. Wushuang held the hairpin with both hands and stabbed it into the king's heart... He could still recover 10% of the inner strength he had sent out, and his heart would definitely be shattered...
Ten percent, ten percent of the internal power... was taken back, which is even more unbelievable. Without the determination and perseverance to hold on to one's own life and death, how could this ten percent of the internal power be taken back?