The night feathers earned with one hand and did not even earn.

Looking at the cold, Yu Yu looked at his hand to stop his own flower dance.

The flower dance looked at the night feathers with a smile, and the lips were lightly opened: "I am the guest of the Emperor, I can't watch him die in front of me, and... killing him is not good for you."

In addition, the hundred flowers dance five fingers and one loose, let the night feathers of the wrist release.

Night Yufu stepped back and watched the flower dance with vigilance.

A face-to-face, the night Yu Yu knows that he does not have to play all the cards, it is difficult to beat the flower dance!

After all, one of the two is the late nine-stage, and the other is the middle of the Yellow Emperor... The gap between the two is no longer a divide, but the sky!

"He is very good, take care of him." Baihua dance gently spit out eight words, one hand and one button Huangpu Jun's shoulder, the wings condensed, with Huang Pujun flying away from here.

This scene in front of the Shura duel field was seen by many people.

There are Longwu, there are Yun Yaxue and...

"Night sister, the sister in white clothes is so strange, what is he is very good, who he is referring to." Ah Xiu is full of doubts.

"Nothing, let's go." Night Feather gently shook his head, glanced at the crowd around him, and quickly left with a few others.

On the ground... There are still seven Emperor disciples lying down.

Night Yu, Lao Lai, Ashu and Jing Fei returned to the small house for the time being.

After Baihua Dance took Huangpu Jun to fly into the air, Huangpu Jun gradually recovered from the shock.

"Let me go!" Huang Pujun struggled, his shoulders condensed his wings and he floated in the air.

At this point, the two have already left the town and are ready to go to the Emperor.

Thinking of the appearance of being shameful in the street, Huang Pujun’s eyes burst into tears: "That swearing! I must peel off his skin!"

Snapped!

The palm of the flower dance suddenly buckled the shoulder of Huangpu Jun again. Huang Pujun was physically stagnation and almost planted from the air.

"What are you doing..." Huang Pujun glared at the dance of Baihua, but he saw the eyes of Baihua Dance looking straight ahead.

Huang Pujun turned his head in a difficult way, floating a man in the front ten meters.

If the non-flower dance is released in time, I will not realize that there is someone in front of it.

"I just heard that you are called Yu Yu." The man's voice was low.

The face of the flower dance is slightly cold, and the heart flashes two words, blood wolf!

When Shihua Dance entered the capital, Shi Qing had been practicing for a few months, and his strength also entered Huang Ling.

At that time, the name of the blood wolf was spread inside, and was valued by the **** elders. The introduction of the alliance was focused on training and there were few appearances.

Therefore, although the Baihua Dance knew the repair of the blood wolf, it never played against it.

Huang Pujun was in a bad mood. At this time, he was questioned by a stranger, and his heart was even more angry.

"I told her what to do with you! Believe it or not..."

"To shut up!"

The flower dance suddenly screamed.

The red wings behind Shi Qing patted gently, and the corner of his mouth showed a sneer: "No matter what I do, it's good..."

boom!

A blood shadow came out, and Shi Qing went straight to Huang Pujun.

"Fast!" Baihua dance pupils flashed a trace of surprise, the body of the spiritual force, directly across the front of Huangpu.

Hey.

The jade hand of Baihua Dance and the fist of Shi Qing successively collided.

"You want to stop me?" Shi Qing's attack stopped.

"Blood wolf, he is the prince of the emperor, giving the emperor a face." The eyes of the flower are full of caution.

"Face? When did the Emperor have a face!"

Shi Qinghu’s eyes rushed out of a **** color, a layer of blood-red crystals wrapped his arms, and the palms swept out, bringing a **** breath.