The battle was still going on. Leng Feng was too tired to deal with the attacks from the Hunter Skull Yinghuo and had no time to pay attention. However, Shen Yifei was already covered in bruises and his movements were gradually slowing down.
Watching this scene, Leng Fengjue was extremely anxious.
During the fight, the King of Hell kicked him, but he couldn't avoid it for a moment. Under this powerful kick, Shen Yifei spit out blood and rose into the air like a cannonball.
"The Punishment of Hell."
The King of Hell stood on the ground, gathered energy with both palms, and struck into the air, preparing to kill Shen Yifei.
Leng Fengjue saw this and wanted to save Shen Yifei, but he saw an evil move in his hand, and he stamped hard with his back foot, sending sand and dust all over the sky.
"Jiang Yue Mo Dance. Leng Feng's Sorrow Jue. Xuan Shen's Sword."
The ink-colored figure dragged out an afterimage, followed by a flash of purple light. He couldn't blink in time. Hunter Skull Yinghuo had no time to react and had to dodge sideways. He only heard a "tearing" sound, and a severed arm was thrown high as blood spurted out.
A sword cuts the hand.
Miserable howls sounded, and Skull Hunter Yinghuo was holding his broken arm, bleeding uncontrollably, with a look of pain on his face.
After the sword strike, Leng Fengjue, who no longer paid attention to the head-hunting Yinghuo and had no chance to breathe, turned around and prepared to rescue Shen Yifei. However, he was delayed for several breaths and failed to catch up with the King of Hell's ultimate move.
Leng Feng was halfway through the Duel and could only watch helplessly as the King of Hell's Ji move flew towards Shen Yifei.
A powerful magic power rushed into the sky, and when it was about to kill Shen Yifei, a piano sound sounded outside the sky.
Just listen to the sound of "dang".
The space seemed to freeze for an instant, and a musical note emitting red mist floated slowly towards the King of Hell. The two collided with each other, and with a bang, the space suddenly shattered. When the sky was filled with wind and clouds, the two energies disappeared almost at the same time.
Leng Fengjue raised his head and looked at the sky. Even though he was surprised, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
And Shen Yifei was also a little dazed.
Who can save me?
He was really careless this time. He thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that someone besides Leng Fengjue would come to save him.
Shen Yifei, who fell from the sky, was immersed in the joy of being rescued. He accidentally glanced down and found that he was falling rapidly, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
Even though he was a monster, he didn't want to be a character who was thrown to death. He was about to raise his Yuan and jump, but found that after such a long battle, he had drained all the Yuan Gong in his body. Even if Mu Chan recovered quickly, it would take a while and a half.
It is also difficult to produce power.
There really wasn't a drop left.
This situation made Shen Yifei scream in surprise, and his limbs were dancing wildly in the air with teeth and claws. Listening to the constant whistling of the wind in his ears, Shen Yifei closed his eyes in despair.
Are labor and management really going to die?
When Shen Yifei gave up, a sudden gust of fragrant wind hit him, and he found that he seemed to have stopped falling.
Feeling a pair of soft hands holding up his body, Shen Yifei slowly opened his eyes and saw a peak blocking his eyes, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.
It's so majestic that you can't even see the visitor's face.
Shen Yifei swallowed a sip of saliva and shrugged his nose, the faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.
Once again missing the opportunity to kill Shen Yifei, the King of Hell became furious and shouted to the sky.
"Who is here? How dare you interfere in my king's affairs?"
With a shocking drink, Shen Yifei came back to his senses and found that the person who saved him was hugging him like a princess, and his face suddenly turned red.
Whether it was on purpose or out of embarrassment, the guy buried his face in the woman's arms.
Facing the King of Hell's shouts and questions, the visitor was floating in the air, looking down at the King of Hell with a pair of cold eyes, and a chill spread throughout his body.
Feeling the coldness, Shen Yifei buried his face deeper. For some reason, he had a hunch that he was sure of it today.
Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the King of Hell felt slighted. Just when he was about to get angry, a cold voice sounded.
"No matter what, so what?"
"Does it matter?"
The King of Hell's face darkened, his demonic energy gathered, and he unleashed his ultimate move again.
"The Extremely Evil Imperial Waterfall."
Magic energy exploded, aiming directly at the two people in the air.
Shetian Qinji frowned coldly, and just as she was about to take action, a childish poetic trumpet sounded from heaven and earth.
"The pen can tell the good and evil in the world, and the painting can hide the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away."
As soon as the words fell, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the glow filled the sky, which was impressive.
A young figure, wearing a gold silk cloud robe, holding a bright pen, carrying a painting of mountains and rivers, and stepping on clouds and dragons came.
The boy suddenly entered the scene and stopped in front of the King of Hell, Jizhao.
"First style. The finishing touch."
I saw him swiping a big pen in his hand, using the sky as paper and the clouds as ink, and a white cloud dragon appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of everyone.
Then he waved the tip of the pen, and a little spiritual light was embedded in Yunlong's eyes. Suddenly the dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and the white dragon actually came to life, dancing around in the air and then rushed towards the King of Hell to move.
The two moves collided, and Yunlong rushed away the King of Hell. The ultimate move hit the King of Hell with the remaining momentum.
The King of Hell smashed Yunlong into pieces, raised his head again and took a closer look, and found that it was a child, and his childish eyes shrank slightly.
Judging from the momentum of his appearance just now, he is another difficult character. He knows that there is no chance to kill Shen Yifei today. This place is too close to the predicament. If it continues, those righteous people may end up here themselves.
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Thinking of this, the King of Hell stopped fighting and said, "Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Then he decisively left the place with the head-hunting Yinghuo, who had a broken arm and was seriously injured.
It seems that he also knows that in a difficult situation, the elderly, women and children cannot be messed with casually.
After the King of Hell left, She Tian Qin Ji slowly landed with Shen Yifei in his arms, followed closely by Leng Fengjue.
After landing, Shen Yifei poked his face out of her arms and looked at the boy, and found that he was a very delicate boy.
The Bihua boy also looked at him, and the two of them stared at each other.
At this time, Bihua Tongzi suddenly said, "Father, I finally found you."
A sudden sentence shocked everyone present. Shen Yifei felt that his body was empty, and the hand holding him was instantly withdrawn after saying "Father".
There was a snap, and the butt kissed the ground. Shen Yifei sat on the ground with a blank look on his face, then he felt the pain coming from his lower body and let out a low groan.
"You can talk nonsense, but you can't talk nonsense when eating."
Shen Yifei glared at the pen-stroke boy fiercely, stood up and rubbed his butt, ready to thank the person who saved him. When he saw clearly the disguise of the person in front of him, he was stunned.
With red hair, a ruby forehead ornament, a cold-eyed appearance and a beautiful figure, each holding a long piece of red satin in his sleeves, who else could be wearing this outfit and this color besides She Tian Qin Ji?
At this moment, She Tian Qin Ji looked at him with cold eyes. Although there was no murderous intention in his eyes, they were filled with coldness.
If you say again, "I hope all lovers in the world will be unhappy."
Shen Yifei believed you when you said you came to kill him.
The atmosphere was cold. Thinking of Qian Yuchan saying that he had chased She Tian Qin Ji in his previous life, and now someone called him dad, this did not directly violate this person's taboo.
He turned his eyes to Leng Fengjue, hoping that he could do something to break the awkward atmosphere, but found that Leng Fengjue didn't look here at all, and his eyes were all on Bihuatongzi.
Brother, I know you like children, but can you look at me first...