"Your people have gone too far!" Leng Meiying's voice turned cold in vain, like frost in the depths of winter, without a trace of life!
Luo Yuhui narrowed his eyes slightly, and the anger in his heart surged.
"Humph, you are just freshmen. You dare to challenge the majesty of the old students like this. You have gone too far. What can you do!"
"Ha!" Leng Meiying chuckled, raised her head slightly, and there, the huge sky-searing flame Dou Qi knife had already struck down.
The old students on the rocky hill were already frightened. When did the competition turn into a battle of life and death?
The elders behind the rocky hill had sensed the murderous intent and stood up one after another, ready to take action.
However, just when the 20-meter-long vindictive sword, packed with power like tearing the heaven and the earth, was furiously slashing at the five Yelin people and dozens of freshmen, a white shadow stepped out
step.
As soon as Leng Meiying moved, Luo Yuhui also moved. His scarlet cloak carried an inexplicable murderous intention, and he grabbed Leng Meiying with one claw!
"Leave me alone!"
The claws moved and the sound moved, and a cruel light flashed on Luo Yuhui's face.
But the next moment, he was shocked to find that his hand was empty!
Leng Meiying, whom he had planned to hold firmly in his palm, had actually disappeared without realizing it. Only her lingering fragrance remained in his palm!
At this time, the twenty-meter-long flaming fighting spirit sword had landed less than five meters above the heads of Ye Lin and others.
The elders on the rocky hill had already hurried over. The faces of the old students next to them were full of astonishment, the faces of the freshmen were full of panic, and the faces of Bai Feng and his group thousands of meters away were full of excitement...
The white shadow rushed over, and with a move of his bare hand, the three-inch knife silently rotated, and a golden sword energy spread silently towards the sky.
The lips are lightly parted and the voice is ice-cold!
"Hate to the end of the world!"
"Clang Clang Clang Clang!"
The golden sword energy burst out of the three-inch knife. Not to mention the three-inch knife, even the owner of the knife, with his stunning figure as white as jade, was stunned under the twenty-meter-long fighting spirit sword.
The same thing looks extremely small.
However, with one move, the world moves.
You only hear the roar of the ice phoenix in the nine heavens, but you don't see the end of the world cut off by the thousands of feet of red flames.
Hatred breaks through the end of the world, dragon energy breaks through the sky!
A strong collision, the broken fighting spirit sword, the power of collapse.
At that moment, the sky and the earth were eclipsed. Everywhere you looked, there was that golden light. That golden light had covered up all the light.
The twenty-meter long vindictive sword was shattered inch by inch, and the force of the collapse caused the five members of the fire team to spurt blood from their mouths and fall feebly from mid-air.
The red sky was transformed into the golden color of Emperor Ba Wuji in just one moment.
That touch of golden light, that white lotus, was heard in all directions at this moment.
The elders who rushed towards the pavilion suddenly stopped in mid-air. The dumbfounded old students dropped their jaws in shock. The desperate freshmen were full of vitality. Bai Feng, who was already overly excited, bumped into the durian stone and chewed it.
Mouth mud.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The members of the fire team fell to the ground one after another, throwing up pieces of smoke and dust.
Luo Yuhui reached out to grab Leng Meiying's hand but had not yet withdrawn it. His eyes were convulsing as he stared at the plain white figure. The pure and holy Leng Meiying seemed to have shattered his soul at this moment, leaving him for a long time.
I can't come back to my senses.
Defeated, defeated, actually defeated, that’s impossible, that’s the Fire Team!
