Chapter 6587: This is a round -7
Xizi tilted her head slightly, and glanced at him from the corner of her eye: "Why, what do you see?"
"No!"
"Really?" Xizi turned his head completely, looked at him seriously, nodded and smiled: "It doesn't hurt to see!"
As long as they are not blind, they can probably see it.
——Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu, they should have been defeated deliberately just now.
They wanted to take advantage of the east wind of Shao Huanyang's power to fly again on the way to escape.
However, the price of this escape is a bit big!
Judging from Feng Chenglin's escape posture, the sliding just now was very unfriendly to his legs.
At this time, I was limping, and it was difficult to escape.
With a wave of his hand, Shao Huanyang covered his eyes with his hand to block the wind and dust, staring coldly at the fleeing Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu.
"Fleeing?"
It's all like this, you can escape! ?
The strength of his blow was not small.
But the two of them were both injured, but they were able to escape or stray by pulling them out casually.
"It seems that I am still merciful!"
He raised his eyes to the treasure box temple opposite.
At the speed of these two people, at most half a stick of incense, you can escape to the category of Baohe Temple.
That's not good for him-can't get in! !
Therefore, they must be intercepted outside the treasure box temple.
This time, when the Scimitar shot again, even Xizi and others felt the killing intent.
"This guy, really moved to kill!" He Huo stopped subconsciously, and glanced at the shadow of his eyes Nineteen: "Shall we... still pass?"
In the past, poor security would harm the pond fish, and they would suffer themselves.
Sure enough, Yin nineteen stopped: "Look at it and talk about it!"
Xizi also stood still very cooperatively, and didn't approach anymore, lest they would be evasive in time, unfortunately it was themselves.
"Three Masters..."
Feng Chenglin felt the awe-inspiring killing intent behind him.
"Start!"
Ling Luoyu suddenly turned around and stood leeward.
The gust of wind swirled around her long hair, covering most of her face.
Feng Chenglin walked backwards hesitantly: "San Shao, are you sure?"
"What do you mean?!"
"..."
Feng Chenglin gritted his teeth and glanced at the approaching Shao Huanyang again.
In the end, he turned around fiercely, biting his head and ran to Baohe Temple.
"They separated?"
Shao Huanyang froze for a moment.
What does it mean?
Two people joined forces, and neither was his opponent.
Now, even separated?
There was doubt in his heart, but his subordinates did not pause at all, the scimitar was bitter, and the killing came out.
Ling Luoyu's green silk whirled, covering the Xie Ning at the bottom of his eyes.
The scimitar rushed towards her face, she didn't seem to see it, and did not act.
Shao Huanyang had a murderous heart, and his strength can be imagined.
Almost after breathing, the scimitar slammed in front of Ling Luoyu.
But then she seemed to react, and suddenly raised her hand.
"Ding!"
The crisp sound of percussion came into my ears.
With the help of this force, Ling Luoyu's figure retreated again.
At this time, there was a black weapon in her hand.
"What's that?" He Huo took a breath, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and wanted to see carefully: "How did she make the move?"
Seriously, this operation refreshed his cognition.
The moment Shao Huanyang started, he thought Ling Luoyu would definitely die.
With that motionless mode, isn't it just waiting to be slaughtered?
It seems that she hasn't been injured much.
"Sure enough!" Yin Nineteen was obviously relieved: "I knew..."
He knew that this little girl was absolutely unusual.
