"Yan Qing Shijie, how, you are here to wait for me specifically, is to give me this big gift?" Feng Chu song lightly squinted, smiled face full of stunned.

This smile is very beautiful, like a white lotus on the peak of the snow-capped mountains, but in the eyes of Yan Qing, it is like a purgatory-like Shura, extremely terrifying!

Under the bleak sunshine, the purple body of Fengchu song seems to have a strong black head spreading around.

Among the cold hustle and bustle, the cold light flashed.

cold……

Very cold...

That feeling, like infiltrating into the bone marrow, made Yan Qing unconsciously shudder...

I noticed my own gaffe, Yan Qing secretly bite her teeth, and her eyes showed resentment. She stepped back two steps and exclaimed, "What are you waiting for, come on!!"

Follow this call, the group of black robes behind you, once again come forward! !

The Fengchu songs were swept away, and a layer of airflow protection cover was released from the body.

The next moment, her body swept from the air and rushed straight to the group of black people!

The look is slightly flashing.

She closed her eyes.

The powerful mental power, together with the spiritual power of the intermediate spirit, spreads straight out!

The surrounding leaves are flying.

Actually, with the breath of Fengchu song, these leaves are just like living, along the airflow, hit the group of black people!

Right now, these leaves, all of them are turned into sharp swords, go straight.

These black people are no more than two monsters last night.

The two monsters joined forces, and the strength is equivalent to the great spirit.

And this group of black people, out of the battle, their tactics seem a bit loose, and among them, the strongest is only in the primary spirit.

Not waiting for them to be close to the Fengchu song, the leaves that turned into sharp blades had already forced them to dodge everywhere.

The fallen leaves of the earth are now going with the airflow of the Fengchu song.

On the occasion of their chaos, Feng Chu song smiled coldly.

She suddenly raised her arms, a strong air blade, and swept through the air.

In this air blade, mixed with the power.

At the moment, the power is scattered along the airflow, and it is scattered directly on the black people not far away.

The effect of Huagong San is immediate.

In a short while, the black people only felt that they gradually lost their strength...

This is the moment, Feng Chuge suddenly jumped up again. She is beautifully swaying like blooming flowers, her feet are like a wind, her figure is like a ghost, and she is squatting between them...

"Ah, ah--" a burst of short screams.

But in a short moment, this group of black men have all laid underground.

Blood... overflowing all around.

In the four places, it is full of **** smell.

Until the forest was restored to silence again, Feng Chuge finally stood up and fell to the side.

She smiled with her eyes, and her white face was lightly outlined.

The shallow smile is beautiful, but it is like a devil...

In the hands, the bright short knife is still dripping with blood...

Biluo and green bamboo stand not far away, together with the meat group, watching such a Fengchu song, but it is a distress -

They only want to go to help, but they know that if they go forward, they will add chaos to the young lady.

The breeze began to blow up the hair of the Fengchu song.

She walked slowly to Yan Qing, laughing and enchanting -

“How? Yan Qing’s sister... can you be satisfied with this result?”