Even Feng Tianche's powerful force couldn't crush her to death, and even broke her arm due to her counterattack. Leng Meiying couldn't think of any other tricks that could work on her.
However, even if she dies, she will not back down!
Within the body, the huge power of the Martial Emperor reached its peak, and the three-inch knife in the palm began to naturally expel the dazzling sword energy. The three-inch golden boy also became serious. This time, it was already ready to use all its strength.
Use your final strength to create a more powerful dragon mark.
Feng Tianche, on the other hand, frowned. Except for Zuo's claws becoming more muscular, he had no special changes at this time.
When the air cannon enlarged to the size of a washbasin, Yan Ruyu's movements finally stopped, and her breathing seemed to become a little faster: "Yo, yo hee hee, go to hell, you two!"
The terrifying air cannon the size of a washbasin approached, not as fast as the small bubble just now, but the breath seemed more solemn, as if Mount Tai was about to press down on the face.
Leng Meiying took a deep breath and prepared to attack with all her strength together with Shenlong.
Next to him, Feng Tianche's face flashed with indifference and disdain.
"Hey, Yan Ruyu, is Poetic Tiancheng really confident in facing the wrath of my World of Warcraft Forest? Are you really confident in facing the seriousness of my Feng Tianche? Heh, you are such a stupid woman!"
Yan Ruyu's expression on the opposite side suddenly changed, as if she suddenly thought of something, she said in a voiceless voice: "You, you brought Shenhuang?"
However, she did not get an answer because Feng Tianche had suddenly pulled out the tiger-headed sword from his waist.
The moment the tiger-headed sword was unsheathed, Leng Meiying felt that the whole world seemed to be eclipsed by it, while Yan Ruyu on the other side screamed, and then ran away like flying, leaving only a crisp and clear scene.
scream.
In that dazzling light, a majestic force rolled out, and all the monsters within a radius of ten miles knelt down, trembling with fear.
Even the three-inch golden boy within Leng Meiying's Qi Sea bent down in pain. He told Leng Meiying in the spiritual space that there was an invisible force commanding him, making him have the urge to kneel down.
However, this light came and went quickly. When Leng Meiying looked up at Feng Tianche again, he had already put away the tiger-headed sword, and his expression became a little pale, as if
It's like feeling exhausted after a big war.
Leng Meiying was greatly surprised, and turned to look at the floating air cannon. It was trembling in the air, just like its escaped owner. Finally, when it was blown by the mountain wind, it could no longer maintain its shape.'
The waves broke apart with a crashing sound.
This air cannon that was activated by Yan Ruyu did not explode, but died like an ordinary bubble.
Seeing this scene, Leng Meiying was once again stunned and a little confused. Why is this air cannon still spiritual? It will not explode without an owner?
Feng Tianche put away his trace of fatigue and grinned at Leng Meiying: "That's Yan Yuru's energy cannon. It has no effect if it is away from Yan Ruyu a hundred or two hundred meters away."
Leng Meiying nodded slightly, but she was secretly shocked.
It seems that Yan Ruyu is really not simple. With this kind of air cannon, she has become a mobile explosive bag. She can blow up whoever she wants, and she can also surprise her.
