The poison body was heard by the night feathers, and the body gave a cold, hesitant, and the poisonous net formed by both hands slowly loosened. The bodies of the two elders Yin Hong went from the air to the ground.

The poison body is transformed into a group of aura, slowly drilling into the body of the night feathers.

Looking at the venom body that is integrated into the body, the night feathers are slightly wrinkled, this avatar seems to be a bit unintelligible!

"Save... save me." The elder Yin, who was on the ground, was still not fainting, and the sly night feathers reached out to the palm for help.

Night Feather glanced at the situation of two people, the skin was purple and black, and the spiritual power in the body continued to dissipate. If it was not given, it would not be alive for half an hour.

The night feathers kicked out one foot in a row and kicked directly on the forehead of the two, and the two instantly fainted.

Leaning over the armpit, the night feathers smashed the sinister poison beads, sucking the toxins from the two people.

In less than five minutes, only one place in the basin is still fighting, and the black wind days are related to He Zizhen.

"Qingyunfang, but this is the case." The black wind swept a glance at the surrounding situation, and stood still talking, only what was left.

"Hey, don't think that our Qingyunfang has this strength. After going back, your **** enchantress will face all the gang's suppression." He Zizhen's face was angry and his hands were blue.

"Be careful!" The black gauze sighed, and he was defeated by this beckoning.

In the black windy day, the cloak of the cloak, the crystal clear arm is presented in the moonlight, and it is really poisonous to the child.

"Black jade hand?" Night feathers look at the eyes, the black wind hands of the black jade hands are not the same before!

boom!

The two palms collide, and the enormous spiritual power erupted from the palms of the two men, bringing an invisible hurricane to the surrounding.

"Is it blocked?" Bard’s eyes showed a horror, and the Qingyun fire poisonous palm, which is famous in the inner court, was blocked by the black wind.

Bai Jinyi's face was slightly dignified, his fingers flicked, and an invisible aura shot below.

In the black windy day, the spirits are running wildly, and their own black jade hands can block who is really poisonous, but the spiritual gap cannot be offset.

In the early stage of the ninth stage, the upper nine tiers of advanced, the black wind and the vertical spirit are too rare, at the moment the two palms are against each other, who is fighting for more spiritual power!

The party with less spiritual power is more than first defeated, and it is enough to be seriously injured under the accumulation of the palm.

He Zizhen’s face showed a touch of madness. I don’t think Qingyunfang will lose to the other three people, but even if you lose, you have to pull a back!

There was a hint of smirk at the corner of his mouth. He Zizhen’s right hand slowly lifted up, and the sword front spit on the cold.

Hey! No one noticed that a spiritual power was quietly immersed in the shoulders of the child. In an instant, the child was really turbulent.

In the black wind, a smile in the eyes, anger in the mouth, "explosion!"

Boom!

The golden flame spread along the black jade hand and instantly burned to the real arm.

The winners and losers have been divided. He Zizhen wants to mobilize the animal fire in the body to resist the flame of the black wind. It is not a quality at all. When the blue flame appears, it will be swallowed by the golden flame.

"Day, let him live a life." The night feathers sounded cold.

On the breeze day, he looked at the truth and the whole left arm was completely burned. He Zizhen was counted as a personal object, and the pain of the burning arm did not make any screams.

With one hand and one wave, the golden beast fire was recovered by the black wind.

"He Fangzhu, doing things in the future, polishing his eyes, not everyone can get it." The night feathers looked up slightly, and looked at Bai Jinyi in the sky, the voice was cold: "Let's go."

Three figures flew into the sky, and everyone in the basin mourned.

He Zizhen looked at the direction in which several people left, his eyes stunned: "Bloody enchantress, night feathers, you have to die!"