"Last give you a chance, hand over the ring on the handle, I can let you go." Zhao Changfeng said his condition very generously.

The night feathers are too lazy to talk to them, and the jade hand clenches the soul-splitting blade, "kill!"

Zhao Changfeng’s big hand slammed: “Cut them!”

Boom!

The dozens of spiritual forces erupted at the same time, and the valley was in chaos.

Shi Qing took the lead and rushed into the crowd.

Zhu Zihu, Shadow and others also find their own opponents.

The night feathers are on the same as the old man of Huang Ling’s strength.

Zhao’s mercenary team is led by two Huang Ling elders, who have entered the extremely cold snow all year round to find treasures.

They have been in the snowfield for a month, and they met the night feathers on their way back.

Zhao Changfeng stood still in the same place, his eyes looked at the battle group with horror.

"What are these people doing, how can they be so powerful!"

At the beginning of the battle, they entered a state of stalemate. The Zhao family mercenaries were relying on a lot of people, creating a lot of trouble for the shadows.

On the other side, the night feathers pressed the Huang Ling strong man to passive defense, and there was no power to fight back.

The most relaxed is Shi Qing.

Shi Qing and Yu Yuxi experienced the **** thunder, and the blood thunder was in full swing.

At this moment, I entered the melee, and Shi Qing was like a fish. I didn’t have to look at it at all, and I avoided it directly by consciousness!

The Zhao family mercenaries were shocked and found that their knives had just been lifted, and the man in front of him had begun to evade, followed by the disappearance of the figure.

In just ten seconds, the Zhao family mercenaries have already died ten people, and the number of casualties is still increasing.

"Changfeng help me!" and the night feathers against the elders took the time to scream, the sword in his hand barely parry, the body has two more wounds.

Help? Zhao Changfeng looked at the braveness of the night feathers and knew that he mentioned the iron plate this time.

In the eyes of a few points, Zhao Changfeng finally made a decision.

Hey!

With a wave of wings behind his shoulders, he quickly ascended into the air and flew in the direction of the night feathers and other people.

Zhao Changfeng, who was trained in the middle of Huang Ling, escaped at the crucial moment of the battle!

The night feathers smashed, and I wanted to chase down the slap in the face, and I was angry at the bottom, and the short blade in the hand was even more crazy to cover the old man in front.

Hey!

Wear a pickpocket!

After a piece of knife shadow, the night feathers used the soul-splitting blade to pick up the old man's long sword, one pierced the hand, directly pierced the old man's chest, the spiritual power shocked, the old man's heart was broken.

On the other side, Shi Qing and Shadow and others have also resolved the battle.

Those who were nine-level repairs, just a minute, lying on the ground.

Among the six of the night feathers, only Qiu Deyi was a big man, and his arm was cut by the other side. The others were intact.

Night Feather looked at the direction when he looked, Zhao Changfeng had already run away.

"Miss, I am going to chase." Shi Qing's face was gloomy. Just a few people were tired of coping with these nine-order spirits. They could not get away. They could only watch Zhao Changfeng leave.

"No need." The night feathers screamed to stop Shi Qing.

There is no need to waste too much spiritual power for a deserter, and then there are more important things.

Just stepping into the snowy area, I met the spirit beast of the Huangling realm. This trip to the snowy area is far more complicated than the night feathers expected.

"You check around." Night Feather waved at several people and looked down at Zhao’s parents.

Leaning down, the jade hand is attached to the old head of Zhao's parents.

Soul!

Some of the incomplete memories poured into the mind of the night feathers, and the night feathers did not search too much, only selected in recent days.

Close your eyes and absorb the memory of the group. Suddenly, the night feathers will be wrinkled: "Well? Snow storm?"