The woman in pink gauze was startled, and then burst into sharp laughter: "Hey hee hee hee, it's so affectionate. I must be able to stay in love with Uncle Feng as before in hell!"
As soon as the words fell, the pink sand woman's momentum rose in vain, as if a huge wave was coming, blocking the combined momentum of Feng Tianche and Leng Meiying ten meters away.
Seeing the woman in pink clothes preparing to take action, Leng Meiying slowly became serious.
"Hey, my little sister is so affectionate... But with your current strength, you can't resist the power of this woman. You must be careful, I may not be able to take care of you!"
Even as he said this, Feng Tianche still moved his body and protected Leng Meiying behind him.
"Hey hee hee hee, we are really in love, you two, let's be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks!" The woman in pink clothes laughed sharply again, moved her pink robe, raised her toes, and suddenly disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Leng Meiying felt an overwhelming force rushing towards her chest. Before she could breathe, the surging force had already come closer.
"Chichichi!"
The sound of ripping clothes was heard, but the clothes of Leng Meiying and the two men could not withstand the huge force, and they were ripped open one after another.
"Hmph, it's up to you, Yang Eclipse Palm!"
With a tyrannical shout, Feng Tianche circled the mountain, and a majestic force surged into shape. In the palm of his hand, a ghost roaring like a demon was spreading its teeth and claws. As Feng Tianche roared wildly, the ghost in the palm burst out of the palm.
out.
The momentum of the ghost was astonishing, and it surged forward. In the blink of an eye, it had already grown into a figure several meters in size. It was like a wall of ghosts, and it rushed towards the oncoming pink-robed woman.
"Hey hehe hehe, if Uncle Feng's power was not broken before, I would still be a little afraid of this move, but now..."
"Ouch!" With a loud roar, the ghost was torn into countless pieces for no reason. The strong wind hit the person, and it headed towards Leng Meiying.
"One sword strikes the mountain!" Faced with such a powerful enemy, Leng Meiying did not dare to be careless at all. She moved with extreme moves, her energy surged like a lotus, and then burst out from the three-inch knife in her palm.
A three-meter-long sword tore through the air and collided with the fierce incoming power.
"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and a slender jade hand, with a burst of laughter as sweet as toffee, grabbed Leng Meiying's neck.
Leng Meiying has faced countless enemies from her previous life to the present. The most brutal battle was between the British Fourteenth Knights of the Round Table and the German Crusader Generals in the West.
That battle was Leng Meiying's heyday. All fourteen Knights of the Round Table were wiped out. Four of the six Crusade generals died and one was disabled. The only remaining one was frightened to life by Leng Meiying's powerful momentum.
Dead vegetative.
In that battle, Leng Meiying suffered more than ten fatal attacks, but she survived them all.
It was only that time that she felt the smell of death.
But now, in front of a woman whose identity is completely unclear in this other world, Leng Meiying once again has this feeling of death, which is even stronger than when she faced Shenlong and the Fourteenth Knights of the Round Table.
The strength in her heart made Leng Meiying think of ways to dodge at least ten times in an instant.
But her weak body made it impossible for her to dodge.
