The black gauze eyes are cold, and his left arm is hard to burn. He can't lift his strength at all, and he uses his strength to jump out of the battlefield and pull away from Hanhai.

There is a door!

Han Hai’s eyes were happy, and his left shoulder was hurt, only his right arm was moving! Han Hai's sword catches up with the black yarn and specializes in attacking the left.

For a time, the black yarn was pressed by Han Hai.

Yang Xingyi on the side gently nodded, Han Hai's attack became more and more sharp, and the member of the **** enchantress became slower and slower.

The black gauze bites his teeth and sticks out a slap in the eye. Even if he is dead, he has to pull a back!

In the hand, the curved knife took a knife and smashed the sword of Hanhai as before. The knife slid in the middle of the black yarn and let the sword stab himself.

Hey!

There is a blood hole in the left shoulder of the black yarn, and the wound is wounded. The black yarn is ignorant, and the machete in the hand is not cut to Hanhai.

Hey!

With a **** band, Han Hai realized that it was not good when he was recruited, and even abandoned the sword. Even so, the black-knife machete had left a wound on his body.

While watching Yang Xing's eyes, the eyes are cold and the same? !

If the knife was not caught in Hanhai, it would be directly blocked in two halves!

"Let's go together!" Yang Xing's voice is low, and more than a dozen Qingyangmen help the crowd to push the black yarn step by step.

The last hand of the black gauze left a deep impression on them. At this time, the hearts of the people were full of places, and they worried that the nine-order powerhouse in front would have her own backhand.

The black gauze squatted on the ground, and it was almost half a day since the fight with Qingyunfang. After a few hours of running and blood loss, the spiritual power in the black yarn has dried up, and it has reached the edge of the oil.

Watching those people step by step toward themselves, the eyes of the black yarn suddenly showed a touch of hope!

Forced to support the body to stand up, the black yarn proud of everyone.

Hey!

More than a dozen Qingyangmen help the public to see the action of the black yarn, and the footsteps at the same time, what should this person do!

"He is pretending to be awkward, and he has been abolished!" Yang Xingyu at the rear looked at the hesitant movements of his men, and his heart was dark, and the other person standing on the opposite side swayed. There was no resistance at all, one by one!

Those who helped the public to watch the crepe did not have any movements, and the momentum of the body continued to shrink. One by one, the heart was daring and surrounded by black crepe.

These people just took a step and screamed out of nowhere!

"Who dares to bully my **** enchantress!"

Who dares to bully my **** enchantress ~ ~ who dares to bully my **** enchantress ~ ~

The cold voice echoed in the valley.

Everyone changed their face and looked at the sky.

Above the sky, two pairs of wings slap silently.

The night feathers looked cold and looked at the scene below, and my heart moved, and the purple spirit in the sleeve was called out: "Zi Ling, go!"

Purple Ling nodded, pulled out from the night feathers cuffs and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

The white body burst into a purple aura in the air, turning into a leopard and falling on the hillside, keeping the black yarn behind.

Roar! Purple spirit whispered, it seems to say, who dares to come forward!

Hey!

The three figures descended from the sky.

"Black gauze!" The black wind was anxious and his eyes were awkward.

The black gauze looked at the night feathers and other people who arrived at the last minute. The whole heart was loose, and the whole person took a break and the body slowly fell backwards.

In the black wind, he hurriedly held the black yarn in his arms and took off the mask of the black yarn. .

"Black yarn...black yarn..." The black wind looked at the miserable look of the beautiful woman in the arms, and the eyes were reddish.

The black yarn slowly raised his hand and stroked the face of the black wind, and his mouth showed a smile: "Day..."