Murong Feixue turned her wrist and faced the flaming meniscus sword forward. When the flaming meniscus sword and the Longyuan Shengxie Sword were combined, they saw a light of the fifth level of the god-level red realm, which gradually became deeper and turned out to be
It began to integrate Long Ming's second-level god-level green realm strength. The attack power of the two weapons was strengthened...
The leader of the masked man in black was startled! He looked at Murong Feixue and Long Ming in front of him in disbelief. He pointed his fingers in the direction of the two of them and said in a trembling voice: "Seven, seven, seventy-two layers of Luan and Phoenix?"
The masked man in black, who had not seen this move before, stepped forward and asked: "Boss, what is the Seventy-two Luan Feng and Ming?"
"Idiot! You're going to die! Get out!" The masked man in black, who was leading the group, roared in fear and took the lead to escape.
But before they could escape, an ensemble like the roar of phoenixes and dragons sounded all around. The music was melodious and touching. What was even more incredible was that there were countless real golden music scores, covering the sky like spider webs.
Come.
In an instant, all the masked men in black were trapped, and no one was left!
Not far away from them, Murong Feixue and Long Ming stood opposite each other, each holding a flaming crescent sword and a Long Yuan victory over evil sword in their hands. Wherever they touched, their spiritual power poured out. The changes were made seventy times.
The two-layered Luan Feng and Ming's dragnet locked the masked men in black.
They seemed to be on the same page, so there was no need to say anything more.
Murong Feixue and Long Ming shouted almost in unison: "Eighth Level Luan and Phoenix Harmony!"
"Ahh...ah!" There was a wailing sound.
The sound of wailing was accompanied by the blood mist, which exploded among the group of masked men in black. All the masked men in black who were below the third level of the God-level Green Realm were beaten into pieces. Blood splashed everywhere...
…
"The Sixteenth Level of Luan and Phoenix!" A moment later, Murong Feixue and Long Ming shouted in unison again.
"Ahh...ah!" There was another sharp and painful scream.
There were originally more than fifty masked men in black who were jostling each other, but only less than thirty were left.
Every time the melodious music rises, it reaches another realm of the eighth heaven. In an instant, several people will explode and die. When they reach the back, they don’t even have time to hum before they turn into blood mist, leaving the ground full of turbidity.
Thick plasma.
Twenty people...
ten people……
Five people……
When the sixty-fourth level of the Luan and Phoenix was played, they saw the leader, a master of the first level of the God-level Golden Realm, collapse suddenly with eyes wide open with reluctance.
All the masked men in black turned into a stream of blood flowing freely in front of Long Ming and Murong Feixue. They were filthy, rancid, disgusting and evil.
"Huh... I finally avenged the dead souls in this village!" Murong Feixue exhaled a long breath and said with relief.
Long Ming also nodded, his handsome eyebrows knitted, and his sharp eyes like an eagle scanned the blood clots in front of him. For some reason, he always felt that the corpses of these masked men in black were a little different.
But I can’t tell what the difference is…
"Ming? What are you thinking about?"
"What did you call me?" Long Ming came back to his senses.
It was definitely a surprise for Long Ming to discover the affectionate name Feixue gave him.
"It's almost time to meet your father and mother, so I can't act like I'm not familiar with you..." Murong Feixue lowered her head in a slightly coquettish manner.