"The owner has a decree! Abandon the **** enchantress and reward 20,000 contributions!" An elder shouted out loud.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man. In the face of the temptation of 20,000 contributions, the heart of Qingyunfang, who is shaken by the heart, has begun to be firm. Even if the other party’s strength is high, there are dozens of people here!

The night feathers screamed at the corner of the mouth, and the people in Qingyunfang were so troublesome. As for the eight-order old students, it is enough to solve the purple spirit without calling it.

I don't know when the people in Qingyunfang know that there is still an ancient spirit beast in the hands of the night feathers, and the heart will be in the heart!

Night Feather thought about it, but still didn't call out the purple spirit. When playing against the golden scale dragon beast in the daytime, Zi Ling consumed too much spiritual power. At this time, let Zi Ling rest in space for a while.

"The surname is left to me." The black wind was dumb and stunned, and his eyes remained on He Zizhen.

Bai Jinyi and Bard looked at each other. The two men shook their shoulders, and the wings brought a gust of wind. The two men rose to the air.

The two of them can't shoot, and staying below can only add trouble to the night feathers.

The night feathers looked at the people in Qingyunfang and they were somewhat puzzled. They took the initiative to say: "To deal with this kind of goods, three people are enough, and you can quickly decide."

"Manic!" He Zizhen's eyes blinked, the momentum was completely let go, vaguely over the night feathers and three people.

"On!" A broken drink, dozens of spiritual power brushed to the night feathers three people.

He Zizhen is the fastest, holding a long sword and stabbing the night feathers.

Hey! A figure in front of the night feathers, the black wind is low, staring at He Zizhen: "Your opponent is me!"

Boom!

In the black wind, a golden flame bursts out in his hand, and he will be forced to open.

"Don't be careful, his left palm is poisonous!" The black yarn reminded him that he was holding a machete into the crowd.

"Be careful." Yu Yu said, turned and greeted the old man on the right.

The battle broke out in an instant, and the night scorpion's avatar entangled the two ninth-order elders with an enemy. This made the night feathers a little surprised.

Because this is quite the same as your own, but you don't have to control it yourself! Have their own fighting instinct.

In the sky, Bai Jinyi looked down at the battlefield below. His eyes were amazed. The most eye-catching performance was not the night feathers, nor the black wind and the black yarn, but the fire spirit!

The fire spirit's attack is completely a range attack. The wings flash is the dozens of spiritual feathers. When it is different from the eighth-order, the fire of the eighth-order power is attacked by the spiritual feathers. It is pure feathers. Now these feathers fly to the way. One by one into a bird.

Under the control of Huo Ling, most of the dozens of birds have escaped the sword of the old man and directly hit the old people, causing an explosion.

The fire spirit itself flew high, and the wings of the wind were more than ten meters away from the ground.

Boom!

On a black wind day, a golden flame bursts out, and Hezi is really forced to open again.

"In the early nineth stage, I dare to be mad!" He Zizhen’s face was angry, and there was a blue light in his hand under the night.

The black wind and the breath of the slightest breath, ten rounds to fight, Tian Lian has consumed a third of the spiritual power, metal fire, more fierce than the imagination of the sky.

The momentum is sinking, and the sky is quietly running the exercises.

He Zizhen stepped forward, suddenly his face changed dramatically, his eyes stunned and looked at the black wind: "You are a man in the town of Black Wind!"

Hezi really body, can't move!

"Now I know, it’s late!" The black wind sighed with a sigh and slammed.

Boom!

The soil was flying, and the son of the air really kept the palm of his hand. The wing flapped gently behind him, and the black wind was imprisoned and lifted.

Bai Jinyi’s mouth over the sky smiled: “He Zizhen, still smart.”