The girl who was carried out let out a soft cry, and then her tears rolled down like broken beads.
The frost on Leng Meiying's face burst, and she rushed forward and hugged her gently.
At the edge of the battlefield, Ye Lin, Su Qi and others also rushed over immediately.
When they saw the clear fingerprints on the baby's face and the blood that had not yet dried on her shoulders, everyone's expressions darkened.
The air seemed to have dropped three degrees at this time, and the scene was frighteningly cold.
The three members of Jingtang, who were feeling overwhelmed by Yin Nong's verbal blow, turned around strangely, and then saw Leng Meiying and others surrounding the baby with gloomy expressions.
The Garlic Immortal was angry: "Hey, that little girl is our sacrifice. Do you dare to touch her and seek death?"
As soon as these words came out, Ye Lin, Su Qi, Le Bing, Meng Changsheng, and the replica Feng Tianche all turned their eyes and looked at the three Jingtang deities. There was only one look in each of their eyes, and that was murderous intent!
The indescribable murderous aura was as thick as a ball of jelly that couldn't be boiled.
The three Jingtang deities, Yin Nong, the four injured Vajras, the leaders of the freshmen team who were watching the excitement, and the old students of Jingtangzhai who were like bereft dogs, all of them were stunned.
Under the eyes of these newcomers who were not very strong themselves, they were stunned!
Many times, Leng Meiying would be like a child. For example, when she got up early in the morning, she would sit at the floor-to-ceiling window like a child and look at the golden light spread by the sun outside.
But more often than not, she is like a child who treasures her beloved toys very much.
Ye Lin and the others were injured, Leng Meiying was angry, Qitong was injured by Yun Zhe, Leng Meiying was also angry. Now, the baby is being bullied like this, how can he not be angry?
Her eyes were frighteningly cold, and her beautiful face was completely dead. Although she was beautiful, she was frighteningly miserable.
Holding the baby's body, which was so fragile that it seemed weightless, Leng Meiying slowly closed her eyes.
"Kill them all!"
It seems like an insignificant sigh, or like a heavy drumbeat, which can lift people's minds instantly.
The seven-cylinder man with blond hair and gold clothes who looked 90% similar to Feng Tianche came out of the crowd and walked towards the third master of Jingtang.
His steps were heavy and his face was serious.
However, there are always blind people who will jump out and disturb the anger of the ancient firework beast at such times.
"Stop, you guys, hand over those little girls quickly, they are our trophies..."
The woman and two men who had come to catch the treasure jumped out and pointed at the treasure in Leng Meiying's arms.
Leng Meiying opened her eyes slightly, then closed them again.
Qitong smiled coldly and swept his body sideways, like a roc spreading its wings.
The speed is fast and the momentum is strong. In just an instant, the blood blooms.
The three strong men, all of whom were in the middle of the Martial Emperor ranks, were beheaded by Qituang's palm sword without even the slightest bit of decent resistance.
One move, just one move. The master who was stronger than the Martial Emperor, who was powerful enough to break mountains and crack rocks, didn't even have the ability to resist, and was killed directly by cutting off his hand!
Three heads were flying high. When they saw their headless corpse, they still couldn't believe it. They never thought that in the blink of an eye, they... died.