"General Wu Ling, you can keep the green hills and don't have to worry about running out of firewood."
Wan Zheng lowered his voice before finishing, and heard a faint and lazy voice coming from behind: "Okay."
alright?
What's better?
Wan Zhan and Ji Yao were both confused and could not understand the meaning of these words.
The next moment, a hand as cold as frost was placed gently on Wan Zheng's shoulder.
Wan Zheng looked back in surprise, Chu Yue walked over calmly and calmly.
"General!" Wan Zhan reminded.
"The discussion will not affect the matter of dealing with the demonic flames."
After finishing her words, Chu Yue patted Wan Zheng's shoulder, walked through the herd of beasts, and walked towards Hong Qianji.
"Mr. Ye, you really have the talent."
Hong Qianji raised her chin and smiled into the wind. The killing intent in her eyes was even worse, like a blazing prairie fire!
"It sounds like it's just a discussion, there's no real talent."
Chu Yue said while rubbing the head and hair of Gui Qilang next to her.
The wolf, who had been grinning fiercely just now, was nuzzling Chu Yue's palm like a kitten.
Seeing that Chu Yue was so arrogant, Hong Qianji didn't take her seriously at all, and her murderous intention has not been restrained for a hundred years.
"General Wu Ling is still young."
Sikong Linghua said: "There are not many people who can compete with Qian Ji, and there happens to be no General Wu Ling."
Nangong Xiong smiled and looked at Wan Zhan: "Wan Zhan, it seems that you have to go on your own to deal with the demonic flames. If you are injured or something, General Wu Ling will not be able to go with you."
Wan Zhan clasped his hands tightly, veins popping out on the backs of his hands.
He didn't answer Nangong Xiong's words, but hatred and pain burst out in his eyes like lightning.
Not only that, the wound in the chest where the lute bone was dug out suddenly caused great pain.
Wan Zheng turned his head and looked away, as if he hadn't heard Nangong Xiong's words.
Nangong Xiong snorted coldly at this.
"General Wu Ling, I heard that you are only in the Wuxuan realm, but since you are a military officer, you should know that no matter whether it is martial arts or military, you will not show mercy. It is still too late for you to retreat now." Hong Qianji
Laugh out loud.
"There's too much nonsense, let's go under the knife." Chu Yue looked slightly impatient.
After all, I just practiced the art of Holy Cry, and I still want to see the results!
"Arrogance!! You have to pay the price!"
Hong Qianji was completely irritated by her. Without another word, she quickly raised the knife and pointed it forward.
The black smoke was as thick as a wave, and she fought her way out of the smoke.
A horizontal slash with a fierce momentum, as if Chu Yue was going to be chopped in half alive before she would stop.
"Slow! Too slow! Too slow!"
Chu Yue shook her head in disappointment and stamped her feet on the ground, causing a palm print to sink into the ground.
Immediately, his body flashed past like lightning, and he dodged the knife as smoothly and swiftly as flowing water.
The bird's chirping was sharp and resounded throughout the sky.
The firelight is more brilliant than the sunset.
Suzaku was covered in flames, rushing straight down and annihilated from Chu Yue's Heavenly Spirit Cap.
boom!
At this moment, the Suzaku fire condensed into a shield and covered her whole body.
Looking from a distance, the fire is filled with color, as if wearing a neon dress like fire feathers.
Chu Yue slowly took out the divine sword hanging on her back, and her eyes turned as scarlet as blood like a red bird!
She once tried the fusion cooperation with Suzaku during the Battle of Dongli, when she was fighting Xuanyuan Qi.
But it's still a little hot, not very satisfying, and has serious side effects.
But at that time, she had not come into contact with the Holy Sound Technique.
Now I have to thank Hong Qianji for traveling thousands of miles from Biluo Continent back to Beizhou to give her her martial arts achievements!
Chu Yue was suspended in the air, holding the Fiery Crazy Sword in her hand. Her blood-stained eyes looked at Hong Qianji coldly: "Sword, that's not how you play with it."