At this time, the second prince Bai Feng also saw Leng Meiying. Compared with his subordinates, Bai Feng looked more panicked.
"This is impossible, this is impossible, no one can survive under the wild hooves of that kind of beast. You, are you a human or a ghost?"
Bai Feng was glanced at by Leng Meiying's icy eyes, and his mind suddenly seemed to be frozen, and he kept repeating those words.
Leng Meiying's blade twirled, and another beam of blade fell out of his hand, directly towards Bai Feng's face.
That palace man was worthy of being a seventh-grade Martial Emperor. Although he was only a junior Martial Emperor, his reactions were still astonishingly fast.
The moment Leng Meiying took action, he also took action, smashing Leng Meiying's sword light with one punch, and then came with all his strength and momentum.
"Can't the monster trample you to death? Well, let's poison you into an ugly monster and then slowly torture you to death!"
For the humiliation he suffered at the Zhenguo Marquis' Mansion last time, the palace people had completely held a grudge against Leng Meiying. Therefore, although there was no order from the second prince, he made up his mind to poison Leng Meiying.
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Huh, poison. Thinking of this, Leng Meiying couldn't help but blame the second prince for the strange poison in her body. Leng Meiying sneered, and the demon lotus between her eyebrows suddenly turned red, flashing strangely.
Two figures came towards each other quickly, missing each other.
The palm wind, the poisonous fist, and the synergistic seals form a pair, forcing Leng Meiying to the point where there is no way out.
Looking at the palace man soaring into the sky, Ye Lin and the three people in the distance let out a soft cry of surprise.
"Oh my god, it's actually a Martial Emperor, a Martial Emperor-level person. What should I do? Can the captain beat this gelding?"
Su Qi's face was full of worry, his hands were clenched tightly, and his veins were exposed.
Ye Lin and Le Bing didn't talk, they just stared at the battle in the distance without blinking.
Putting aside the worries about Leng Meiying, the battle between masters of the seventh-level Martial Emperor Realm was not something you could see casually. Therefore, the two of them opened their eyes wide and stared at the two sides of the battle.
At this time, a man and a woman on the Jihuanxuan Ice Bird and Zhu Tianhong Roaring Beast also discovered the battle not far away. They both frowned and rushed over quickly.
Leng Meiying looked as stern as a prisoner, with a hint of pretty blush flashing across her pink face, and the three-inch dagger in her hand quickly moved with a strange light.
"Kill him, kill him, hahaha, kill this kind of thing with one knife, hahaha!"
In the air sea, Shenlong's three-inch golden boy kept roaring, as if he was fighting.
The skirt hems, the body moves, the feet move, the knife spins!
Leng Meiying's movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any trace of dust or smoke.
As soon as he turned around, the short knife spinning between his fingers suddenly burst out with a dazzling brilliance.
It was as if the dragon shadow descended from the sky, roaring out of the void.
The already sharp sword light added another three levels of dominance, spinning into a huge light whirlpool in the air, and then angrily faced the deep palace master!
The fists and palms are intertwined, the blade is sharp, breaking through the sky and destroying stars, and the fog comes.
On the other side, the transparent sword light rotated and formed, as if the palm of a god was constantly fiddling with it, making a roaring sound.
One is feminine, the other is strong and domineering.
Leisurely, the two collided with each other with a roar.
The sword light was instantly shattered, and the palace man laughed and was about to give him another thumbs up.
Suddenly, a foot-long golden dragon shadow emerged from the broken sword light, and like lightning, it struck into the chest of the palace man.
