But the strong men of the holy level are completely different.
A powerful person who has reached the holy level is the existence of absolute power in any place. The loss of even one strong person of this level is enough to make the people in power suffer for a long time, let alone a one-time loss like today.
Three people were lost.
Therefore, Liu Xianer became angry and decided to take Feng Tianche's life personally.
Liu Xian'er, of course, knew how powerful Feng Tianche was, but the Feng Tianche in front of her was not Feng Tianche's true form after all. What's more, Feng Tianche had already used several big moves and had not fully recovered from the losses last night.
Feng Tianche at this time is probably less than a tenth of his heyday. If Feng Tianche at this time cannot even be defeated, Liu Xianer will feel that she is also a waste.
Unlike Feng Tianche and other strong men, when Liu Xianer entered this misty formation, her body and mobility were no different from normal.
This is the biggest difference between the caster and the recipient.
In this misty formation, everyone will be restrained. Even the original strong men of Piaomiao Immortal Mansion can only rely on long-term training to cope with the sudden misty formation.
But the caster is different. The caster is not affected by the formation at all, and is exactly the same as outside the formation.
Like lightning, he rushed in front of Feng Tianche, and Feng Tianche slashed with his backhand.
This knife was surprisingly accurate.
However, in the misty formation, Feng Tianche's precise strike was as slow as a snail compared to usual.
This kind of speed is completely inadequate in front of Liu Xian'er who is completely out of control of the formation.
The moment the blade fell, Liu Xianer bounced it away with a chuckle, then came up with a palm print and hit Feng Tianche straight in the chest.
Feng Tianche wanted to dodge, but his habitual reaction prevented him from making a normal move.
He almost watched helplessly as Liu Xianer's beautiful little hand was wrapped with the power of thunder and fiercely stamped on his chest.
This palm was fierce and ruthless, and the angle it was struck at was so tricky that it was worthy of the most venomous words to a woman's heart.
I saw Feng Tianche slashing with his sword, but in the blink of an eye, he flew out like a meteor, flying hundreds of feet, and almost fell out of the formation!
This ethereal formation is only a hundred feet in diameter. If this distance is exceeded, the formation will be ineffective.
Naturally, Liu Xianer would not be stupid enough to let Feng Tianche escape, even though Feng Tianche wanted to do so.
When Feng Tianche was about to leave, Liu Xianer's lightning-like figure appeared behind him, and her beautiful little feet kicked Feng Tianche heavily in the face, kicking him horizontally several dozen feet again.
Far.
Then Liu Xianer crossed over again and landed another heavy blow.
It's like a sandbag floating in mid-air, being hit left and right with lightning speed, but it just doesn't hit the ground.
The sound of kicking and the sound of Feng Tianche's bones breaking became the only main theme at this time.
"Bang!" Another heavy blow hit Feng Tianche's body. Feng Tianche flew dozens of feet away as if his skin was broken. He coughed lightly and blood spurted all over the sky.
"Haha, what kind of Beast King? He's just like a dog in front of my misty formation! Hahahaha!" Liu Xian'er laughed extremely wildly.
Cough, the nine cats have not returned, how sad...
