The mental strength was probed several times on the body of the scorpion, and after confirming that there was no life, the night feathers smashed the venom body back into the body.

Purple spirit!

Suddenly realized that Zi Ling had not moved on the side, the night feathers were shocked, and they used the purple shadow to go straight to the purple spirit.

"Zi Ling? Purple Ling?!" Yu Yu rushed to explore the purple spirit.

At this time, Zi Ling has turned into a white sputum, and there is a thick thumb in the abdomen. The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Stretching his hand and touching the belly of Zi Ling, Zi Ling's body is very cold, but the spiritual power in the five internal organs is not in chaos.

In the eyes of the night feathers, there was a glimpse of the strangeness, and the purple spirit was directly sent into the space, and the heart was sent to the dragon and the fat, so that Long Xiaopeng helped to investigate the injury of Zi Ling.

The celestial body of the celestial beings has a good spirit, and Huang Lingxiu is unable to help him.

"Miss! Not good, someone is coming."

The air shadow quickly fell, and the eyes were full of dignity.

Ok?

The night feathers are stunned and the eyes are shining. This is already a snowy area. Should there be nothing involved here?

Hey, hey. The sound of the branches and leaves breaking in the forest.

The shadow three people just fell from the sky, and the woods remembered a hoarse sneer: "Hey, grabbed our stuff, how many people should give a statement!"

More than 30 people walked out of the woods, headed by two old men, with dark skin and deep eyes, and the body was extremely calm.

Inducted to the spiritual fluctuations of these two people, the night feathers are tight, Huang Lingqiang!

The line of sight traverses, and most of those strong men have sneer on their faces, and they look at the night feathers and six people.

These 30 people are wearing uniforms, except for the two old men who are headed. Most of the others are nine-order strength, and only a few are eighth-order peaks.

A few people in Shi Qing stood behind the night feathers.

When I saw the signs on these people's clothes, Shi Qing's pupils shrank and made a small step to the side of the night feathers. He whispered, "Miss, they have Zhao's logo on their shoulders. They may be Zhao's mercenaries. team."

Zhao family?

The night feathers are double-browed, and they come to the northwest. The only enemy is the Zhao family. It’s really not a family.

"That scorpion is our prey. I have been chasing it for a long time. Now I have been robbed by you. What do you say about this?" Zhao Changfeng hoarse voice, his eyes are constantly looking at the night feathers.

Zi Ling was injured, and the night feathers were not good. The Zhao family were hitting the guns.

"Either you roll, or die, you choose one." The night feathers whispered, and the eyes were a bit more killing.

Although the killings in the eyes are surging, the night feathers are not murderous.

Since the **** thunder of the parting, the murderousness of the night feathers has been able to retract freely. In many cases, calm often represents the greatest anger!

The Zhao’s mercenaries watched the night feathers swearing, but they didn’t have any murderousness, and the sneer of the corner became a sneer.

Many people are disdainful: This girl thinks that we are scared? There is no murder on the body!

Zhao Changfeng’s mouth is a few minutes away. “So, there is no need to discuss it, brothers, copy guys!”

Hula!

More than 30 people have taken out their swords, and their swords, swords, axes and hooks are all kinds of different.

These people quickly surrounded the two sides and surrounded the night feathers in the center.

The night feathers are pretty cold, and Shi Qing and others are also full of killing.

It’s very common in the mercenary community to rob the fire, and it’s even commonplace!

Unfortunately, these people have found the wrong object.