Leng Meiying raised her eyebrows, and the demonic lotus between her eyebrows trembled. The three-inch knife in her palm whirled like flying, and she counterattacked with more powerful moves.
At this time, a majestic figure stepped in front of her and blocked all the bubbles for her.
"Boom, boom, boom!" A series of explosions exploded in Feng Tianche's chest. Each explosion was like a small bomb exploding in Feng Tianche's chest. The power made him stand tall.
His figure was blown away and he flew back.
One level catches the explosion of the other, one level is stronger than the other.
Seeing Feng Tianche retreating step by step and the bubbles exploding on him, Leng Meiying's eyes flashed with a sharp expression.
If the power of this bubble were applied to the current Leng Meiying, it would definitely allow her to be reincarnated immediately!
After a moment, the explosion stopped, and Feng Tianche was pushed back to stand with Leng Meiying.
The tall body bowed slightly in pain and twitched slightly.
Leng Meiying stepped forward in surprise, and then she saw a scene that made her jealous.
That strong chest has almost been blown to pieces, the blackened flesh and blood is turned to one side, and the beating heart is constantly pacing. This, what kind of scene is this?
In that moment, Leng Meiying almost stopped crying.
Coming to this different world, Leng Meiying felt the urge to cry for the first time!
Feng Tianche, who originally had a painful expression, saw Leng Meiying's reddish eyes, and a gorgeous smile suddenly bloomed on his face.
"It's okay, don't worry, your dearest brother Tianche's resilience is beyond question!" As he spoke, Feng Tianche shook violently, and a burst of flesh sprouted on his chest, and new flesh replaced the old flesh.
Soon, most of his chest recovered.
And his claws that had just been blown off were restored to their original state at this time, with no trace of any scars visible.
Leng Meiying was slightly surprised, her worried expression slightly reduced, but she did not see that the back of Feng Tianche's head was already wet with cold sweat.
"Hey, hehe, it's such a touching scene. That girl, Uncle Feng blocked my air cannon for you, aren't you touched?"
Leng Meiying and Feng Tianche laughed at the same time, and a voice sounded in their hearts at the same time.
"How can a man make the woman he loves cry easily?"
"Instead of crying, I think it is more meaningful to kill the enemy who hurt him as soon as possible!"
Two figures stood on either side of each other, watching each other and never leaving each other.
Yan Ruyu, who was opposite, laughed exaggeratedly: "Hey hee hee hee, what a touching scene. Don't worry, you are all going to die together today!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Ruyu suddenly opened her arms, and then a pink air cannon began to take shape in her palm, getting bigger and more terrifying.
At first, it was only the size of a fist, but as Yan Ruyu's shrill laughter gradually began, the pink air cannon became bigger and bigger. In just three or two breaths, it had already become larger than a human head.
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A sense of solemnity began to fill the air.
Feng Tianche turned around and wanted to ask Leng Meiying to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw Leng Meiying's faint smile.
So, the words of persuasion became only two words: "Be careful!"
This is not the first time Leng Meiying has encountered such a difficult opponent, but this time it is the one that makes her feel the most powerless. There has never been an enemy like this one that makes her feel almost impossible to attack.
