Huang Beiyue frowned, and suddenly the whole person who was rushing forward quickly retreated back. At the same time, the place where her whip hit her suddenly had a golden light, and there was a sharp phoenix cry in the clear sky.
Suddenly a brilliant golden phoenix flew out!
Golden Luan Divine Bird——Fuyao!
The Golden Luan Divine Bird was obviously irritated by her. Its wings suddenly spread out, and golden fireballs fell from its wings one by one, all surrounding Huang Beiyue!
A cold hurricane suddenly hung around her. The ice and snow were mixed in the wind, spinning rapidly, and collided with the fireball. The ice and snow melted almost immediately, and were evaporated without even a shadow!
Huang Beiyue's face was still calm, without any trace of panic. Even though the surrounding heat made her sweat profusely, she still calmly formed a strange seal with her hands, and the energy of ice, fire and thunder attributes instantly
Time surged out of the body and gathered around the body, forming a huge barrier that blocked the falling fireball!
Boom--boom--boom--
The fireballs hit the barrier one by one. Although they did not break through, they still caused the barrier to shake tremendously. It was teetering and seemed to be broken at any time.
The air was still scorching, and Huang Beiyue struggled to support the barrier, but her cold eyes saw the figure of the Holy Lord slowly appearing behind Hong Lian, and the eyes behind the golden mask glanced at her, seemingly with some kind of inquiry.
Huang Beiyue also looked over coldly, and saw the Holy Lord picking up the burned Hong Lian and saying something to Mo Lian, but Mo Lian shook his head, raised his hand, released the phantom beast, and then rushed in quickly
He caught the falling fireball and arrived in front of Huang Beiyue's barrier.
The Holy Lord looked at Mo Lian's actions in shock. If it weren't for the mask, the expression on his face must be angry and shocked at the moment!
"Mo Lian!" The majestic voice of the Holy Lord startled the Golden Luan Bird's eyes and turned to Mo Lian.
Mo Lian was indifferent. She frowned and blocked the falling fireballs one by one. Her movements were a little hasty and she was slightly angry.
The Holy Lord suddenly raised his hand, extremely angry, and obviously he would not be polite even to Mo Lian!
"Holy Lord!" Hong Lian grabbed his hand with all her strength. Her face covered by her long hair was burned beyond recognition, but she still tried hard to stop him.
She held her hand tightly, and the Holy Lord had no choice but to stop. Mo Lian blocked countless fireballs, allowing Huang Beiyue to walk out of the barrier. She whispered a thank you, but still strode towards the Holy Lord.
Mo Lian grabbed her hand and said, "Yue, stop it."
"I want to avenge Ying Ye!" Huang Beiyue said coldly, "I must kill Honglian today!"
"You can't beat the Holy Lord." Mo Lian held her tightly, not wanting her to die.
Huang Beiyue said: "Mo Lian, I have long said that you and I have different Taoisms and cannot work together. Guangyao Hall and I are incompatible. You don't have to be embarrassed and go back."
"I don't want it!" Mo Lian held her hand tightly and refused to let go, "I won't be your enemy!"
Huang Beiyue was startled for a moment, then raised her head and looked at his face, which was pale, innocent and spotless, but...
"That's your father over there!" She gritted her teeth and pulled his hand away with force. She raised her eyes slightly and saw Meng Qitian who had also appeared around him at some point.
The two people's eyes touched slightly, but they didn't stop at each other. Meng Qitian just shook his head slightly. Huang Beiyue already understood what he meant and said, "Even if I don't kill Honglian today, I will kill her one day!"
