Long Yan'er's move was fierce and vicious, showing no mercy.
Seeing that the ice knife was about to hit Zhu Yao's neck, Zhu Yao's eyes suddenly regained consciousness, and his whole body was instantly ignited with golden flames.
As soon as the ice blade came close, it came into contact with the golden flames. The ice blade instantly turned into gas, and the remaining half of the ice blade scraped across Zhu Yao's neck, bringing up a drop of blood.
Golden flames swept over and blasted towards Long Yan'er.
Long Yan'er's body was like a feather, and she instantly retreated towards the rear. At the same time, a huge ice shield suddenly appeared in front of her.
The fierce flames hit the ice shield, and the ice shield instantly melted into white mist over a large area, then broke through the ice shield and continued to pounce on Long Yan'er.
Long Yan'er's face changed slightly, and a water-blue barrier suddenly rose up on her body, like a raging ocean wave, blocking the flames. However, Long Yan'er was also hit by the flames and flew back to the stage, with a lot of trouble on her face.
Two points pale.
Zhu Yao stretched out his hand and touched the blood on his neck. He was not afraid at all, but laughed loudly: "I haven't seen you for many years, but your magic dance is becoming more and more energetic. It's a pity that you can't do anything to me, uncle."
A cold light flashed in Long Yan'er's eyes, and she suddenly smiled: "This person is so annoying, please help me kill him, okay?"
"good!"
In an instant, several figures appeared from the side and pounced directly on Zhu Yao, and all of their attacks were killing moves.
Zhu Yao's expression changed, and with a wave of his hand, the flames were like waves, instantly knocking away several people who rushed towards him, but he did not kill them. After all, he knew that these people were all controlled by Long Yan'er's charm.
However, more and more people in the hall stood up and rushed towards Zhu Yao with fierce eyes. For a moment, the hall was filled with flashes of swords and murderous intent.
"Damn it, sir, if you have the ability, you can challenge me to a duel!"
Long Yan'er said softly: "How can I, a little girl, beat you? I have no choice but to ask them for help. They will definitely not refuse me, don't you think so?"
"Yes! We will definitely help you!"
"He bullies you, let's help you!"
Countless people with obsessed eyes rushed towards Zhu Yao, but Zhu Yao was worried that these people were innocent and could not let go of killing people. Then he screamed strangely: "You are vicious enough. I will get out of the way first. I will wait for you next time."
If Shan beats you to death again...get out of here!"
Following Zhu Yao's loud shout, an extremely blazing fire dragon swept out and flew out in an instant, instantly repelling all those who approached him. He also took advantage of this gap and rushed out of the hall.
"Smelly woman, just wait for me!"
Zhu Yao's voice quickly faded away. It was obvious that he had escaped. After all, under the devil's dance, these people had become her helpers, and they had no grudges. Zhu Yao couldn't kill all of them.
Unable to kill or wake up these people, he had no choice but to escape.
There was chaos in the hall, but fortunately there were no casualties.
Lin Chen just grabbed Fang Dao and hit him on the neck with a palm, knocking him unconscious to prevent him from joining in the fun. Seeing that the chaos had stopped, Lin Chen was about to take him away from here, holding his hand
But suddenly paused.
A charming face slowly rose from outside the railing, staring at Lin Chen with a smile like a flower, with a hint of curiosity in his slightly narrow eyes.
"Who are you? Why can you resist my Demon Dance?"
Lin Chen felt like he was the prey targeted by a hunter. His heart was inexplicably hairy. He subconsciously looked at the man in green clothes not far away, but was surprised to find that there was no one there.
The hair on Lin Chen's back stood up.
Is this guy a human or a ghost? When did he leave? Why didn't I notice it at all?
Long Yan'er sat down leisurely opposite Lin Chen and stared at Lin Chen curiously.
Lin Chen smiled dryly: "I can't resist it either. All I can think about is you, so I quickly think about my wife, and then I feel better."
The smile on Long Yan'er's face froze slightly, that's it?
Can you resist your own demon dance just by thinking about your wife?
When did my Tian Mo Wu fall to such a miserable state?
true love?
Or maybe this man is gifted?
"I am Long Yan'er, a saint from the Huayue Sect. What is your name and where are you from?"
Lin Chen did not hide anything: "Lin Chen, Nanyue Hengshan."
Long Yan'er blinked: "What kind of strength do you have?"
Lin Chen still answered honestly: "The late stage of Jin Dan."
Long Yan'er's eyes were a little subtle: "I didn't expect that I couldn't even get a late-stage golden elixir. It's such a failure. Okay, Lin Chen, we'll see you later."
Long Yan'er stood up and disappeared in front of Lin Chen like a phantom.
Lin Chen raised his head and asked: "My friend has been hit by your magic dance, what should I do?"
Long Yan'er's clear laughter reached Lin Chen's ears: "It'll be fine when you wake up. Just treat it as a good dream."