Yang Xing's palm trembled slightly, and in just half a minute, his helpers had already lie halfway! Everyone was torn off by the leopard, and some people even began to beg for mercy.

Purple spirit is not merciless, even if those people are begging for mercy, Zi Ling still flutters one after another, constantly tearing off their arms.

Those Qingyangmen help the public have been desperate, the first time so regret to provoke the **** enchantress!

Yang Xing's heart is shaking slightly, this battle... Qingyang Gate is ruined.

......

"Black yarn, black yarn!" The black wind behind the fire wall hangs over the black crepe, and the eyes of the black yarn slowly close are full of eagerness.

Long Xiaopeng's face is dignified, and a palm of green is bursting out of the shoulders of the black yarn. The body of the black yarn is slowly getting cold. This injury has already endangered life!

"Day vertical... I am cold..." The black yarn is weak.

On the breeze day, two lines of tears were left, tears dripping on the cheeks of the black yarn, and seven or eight cloaks were taken directly from the ring on the black gauze, and the hands were tightly held by the black gauze.

"Black yarn, don't talk, there is a dragon, there will be no accident... No." The black wind was a little trembling.

The black gauze frowned slightly, and the dragon's spiritual power entered her body, protecting the heart, and the black yarn injury finally stabilized.

"Day, kiss... kiss me..."

On the forehead of the black gauze in the black wind, the tears could not stop overflowing and fell on the face of the black yarn.

"Black yarn, it will be fine, I will take you back to the town of Black Wind, we have to be married, but also have a lot of children." Black wind and throat.

The black crepe that is about to faint can't hear what the black wind is saying, stumbled to himself: "I, I have to avenge my parents, kill... kill them and avenge my parents."

"Black yarn, don't say it, save some strength, you will be fine soon, when we go to revenge together." Black wind days, lips squirming, look up to the dragon chubby: "Long, I beg you, save Save the black yarn..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Long Xiaopeng's face is dignified, and his hands are busy, but the black yarn's injury is somewhat beyond the imagination of Long Xiaopeng.

"Day...day vertical." The corner of the black gauze showed a smile, and once again touched the black wind and the cheeks. "It’s actually, I like it very much with you..."

"I know, I know." The black wind closed his eyes in pain and interrupted the words of the black yarn.

Long Xiaopeng looked at the black gauze that was hung in his arms by the black wind and frowned slightly. He shot the black wind and said: "Let's open, there is time to cry here to help your master, put her on On the ground, I am treating her."

Compared to the black wind, the dragon chubby is undoubtedly more sensible, at least for sure that the black yarn can not die.

The windy day nodded, padded a few cloaks, and slowly placed the black yarn on the ground. "Black crepe, I will come back soon."

The black wind stood up in the vertical, his face flashed a smattering of smothering and suffocating, and he walked through the fire wall with a heavy pace.

......

When the black wind day came out from behind the fire wall, the Qingyangmen were only standing alone.

Everyone else was bitten by Zi Ling.

"Give it to you." The night feathers are cold, and when people are extremely sad and angry, they will go crazy without a catharsis!

The black wind and the cold eyes look at Yang Xing, and Yang Xing’s consciousness of eating people’s general eyes takes a step back.

"You, what are you doing!" Yang Xingyi suddenly felt that this short man was even more terrible than the nine-order powerhouse next to him!