457. Chapter 457 Playful couple quarreling on the battlefield 19
The high sky was getting lower and lower, and it was like a black pot that had been turned upside down. Countless black things screaming at the bottom of the pot exploded noisily.
The fluttering wings blew up strong winds. At some time, the small stalls on the street were swaying and they were in a mess.
Chen Xi's expression condensed, and he opened the strong protective shield with one hand to protect Feng Qingyang, who had just recovered from a serious illness.
She condensed abundant spiritual energy in her palms, touched the ground with one foot, and flew into the sky as light as a swallow.
She faced tens of thousands of hawks without changing her expression.
The purple-red fighting spirit collided with countless dark and sharp lights in mid-air, and suddenly, the firelight illuminated the dark sky.
Feng Qingyang's eyes darkened, and under the purple-red protective cover, his silky long hair rose up, and the handsome man suddenly turned scarlet.
He was like a demon coming out of hell.
His body moved, and he was about to fly to join the battle. Suddenly, he noticed another deep murderous aura hidden in the noisy battle.
It's red!
The devil was hiding in the dark and watching here motionless.
As long as he realizes that his strength is not as good as before, he will fly over madly, kill him while he is weak, and then replace him as he wishes.
The spiritual energy condensed in Feng Qingyang's hands suddenly withdrew, and he restrained his aura. Yun Danfeng was as light as an outsider, looking at the fierce fight in the sky with an expressionless face.
What's going on?
In the distance, the ferocious-looking man in red frowned.
As far as he knew, the man had not recovered from the injuries he suffered thousands of years ago, and he was forced to use his strength by Yingren not long ago. Logically speaking, he should be like a sickly boy now. As long as the wind blows, he will collapse!
But……
The strange thing is that his face does not look sick at all. On the contrary, he can see the rosiness on Feng Qingyang's face moistened by abundant spiritual power.
Like a freshly ripe red apple, full of vitality.
Hong Yi blinked in disbelief and saw Feng Qingyang standing there confidently, as if watching a farce, leisurely and comfortably watching his sweetheart kill Yingren instantly.
In mid-air, a sharp purple light swept out, and blood rained from the sky.
Sharp howls came and went.
Hongyi frowned, and when he was hesitating whether to take action, suddenly, a cold voice came into his ears: "Hongyi! You are so brave!"
Hong Yi was shocked physically and mentally, and the powerful voice reminded him of that person's ruthlessness, ruthlessness and insurmountability.
His eyes widened in fear.
However, I saw that the man with a cold expression in the distance suddenly turned his head, his cold and aloof eyes were like the overlord of the world!
He looked at Hongyi coldly, half-smilingly, "We haven't seen you for a thousand years! Hongyi!"
"..." What was reflected in Feng Qingyang's thin eyes was Hong Yi's heartfelt fear, and he subconsciously stepped back.
What a powerful momentum!
That was a domineering attitude that he could never learn no matter how hard he tried.
He didn't need to say anything at all. The inherent coercion made Hong Yi couldn't help but think of how vicious this man was.
Damn, he was so reckless today!
Hongyi frowned, with a sullen face, and suddenly knelt down on one knee: "I paid homage to the master. I heard that the master was in trouble, so I came here to support you."
"Oh?" Feng Qingyang faintly curved the corners of his lips, and his low and cold voice was like the wind blowing in winter, as cool as a whistle: "The Red Guard is really interested."