Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1659
The sound waves rolled and shattered all the ice floe under Long Fei's feet.

Ice cubes were flying all over the sky mixed with snowflakes, and the figures inside could no longer be seen clearly.

I saw the eldest and second eldest of the three elders in Shilin laughing loudly, "What kind of thief, but mediocre!"

Before their laughter fell, a man with a sword came out from under the siege of the sound wave barrier, and a sword aroused two black sword auras.

These two sword qi tore apart the night sky.

The surrounding area is black, mixed with golden light on both sides, like a ray of mysterious light falling down.

Click, click, please ring twice, and the real magic weapon in the hands of the two suddenly vibrated.

The magic soldier was not broken, but two bloody seams were split between the eyebrows of the two of them, and they were cut in half by Long Fei's sword.

The sword energy devoured their blood essence, and with a bang, the bodies of the two were blown into blood mist.

Their Nascent Soul escaped, and was detained by Long Fei and his magic weapon into the ring.

The third child yelled, "Brother, brother!"

"Heavenly soldiers and generals, kill the demons!"

With a wave of the yellow military flag in his hand, thousands of gold and silver armored war spirits came out from inside, surrounded Long Fei from all directions, and surrounded Long Fei inside.

A group of people were dazzled and exclaimed, "Is this the Battle Spirit Banner?"

"It's the Battle Spirit Banner. It is rumored that in the battle between immortals and demons, the battle spirits of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals lingered. They gathered in the former battle flags and turned into invincible battle spirits."

"These war spirits are neither human nor ghost. It is rumored that they were formed by a ray of murderous aura and a ray of fighting will from the heavenly soldiers and generals."

"This is the gloomy evil spirit. When ordinary people see this battle spirit, it is like seeing a fairy descending from the earth. It cannot be resisted!"

"This kid is sure to die, I don't need to be afraid!"

"Let's wait for the opportunity to help the third elder!"

"..."

A group of monks didn't say to run away quickly, but waited for the opportunity, thinking that Long Fei would lose this battle, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

Long Fei was besieged by a group of gold-armored and yin-armored generals. In this killing formation, he really felt a trace of immortal power.

The way of immortals is unpredictable.

With only one divine thought left behind, it makes people look up at a high mountain. Ordinary people can't stand here at all. Seeing this celestial power, if you see a real fairy descending to the mortal world, you have to kneel down.

Long Fei felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and all the five-element gods and beasts above his head came out, resisting the immortal power as heavy as Mount Tai.

The Third Elder of Shilin screamed furiously, "Young man, die!"

With a wave of the battle spirit flag in his hand, the long swords and spears of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals were raised, one sword pierced the sky, one spear pierced the sky, and suddenly rolled towards Long Fei's body.

"I will remove the evil feet of the world, so you can go at ease!"

Long Fei sighed softly, and twelve witch god banners came out at the same time, and twelve black monsters with shiny bodies jumped out of them, which were a hundred times more ferocious than this golden and silver armored god.

As soon as they came out, they opened their mouths and devoured these immortal soldiers and generals.

For a moment, Long Fei's surroundings were full of evil spirits, and he couldn't see his appearance at all. No one knew what happened inside, only heard the sound of roaring.

Without taking a single breath, the evil spirits of these immortal soldiers and generals were devoured and divided up by the twelve banner spirits of witch gods.

The evil spirit on the twelve witch gods became more and more intense, like oil, they all shone with black mysterious light under the moonlight.

The people around were stunned, they didn't expect Long Fei to have such a vicious banner spirit, who even devoured the immortal soldiers and generals.

The battle flag in Shi Lin's youngest's hand trembled violently, and his Shenhai trembled along with it.

His mental power urged these battle spirits, and once the battle spirits were extinguished, his divine sea was severely injured, and hot blood spurted out.

"you you……"

He didn't say a word, Long Fei's long sword slashed through the void, and struck between his eyebrows.

With a bang, the third elder also turned into a blood mist and followed his two elder brothers.

The battle flag and Nascent Soul in his hand were all detained by Long Fei and taken into the ring.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, Long Fei took care of all the difficult killings with three or two moves.

A group of hostile monks ran away in fright, but were killed by Long Fei.

The five gods and beasts above his head were divided into east, west, north, south, and five directions in the air, forming a five-element trap, besieging a group of tens of thousands of monks inside.

The long sword in Long Fei's hand spewed out streams of black sword energy, like the scythe of death, reaping lives frantically on the battlefield.

Amidst a crowd of screams and wailing, they chopped off heads one by one.

He was like a wolf in a herd of sheep, with only an ordinary long sword in his hand, he killed all the monks on the field.

In the end, the icy lake with a radius of more than ten miles was full of fallen corpses.

Hot blood flowed out, melting the ice of this lake.

The cold wind at night blew through Long Fei's clothes and rolled up the bangs on his forehead, making him look like a bloody devil.

The twelve witch god banner spirits turned into five or six meter tall monsters one by one, and began to clean up the battlefield.

The flesh and blood of tens of thousands of monks were swallowed by them, and they turned into blood mist to digest in their stomachs.

The monk who left the battlefield early in the distance felt his legs go weak and his face was pale, secretly thinking that he had just quit in time.

The fourth prince stared at Long Fei with surprise, admiration, pride, joy, and admiration beyond his power.

He poured the wine jar in his hand into his mouth in one gulp, knowing that Long Fei is definitely a person who does great things.

To be able to hand over such a hero is the luck of his life.

He lifted the wine to Long Fei and shouted, "Brother Zhao, have you finished your poem yet?"

Long Fei smiled indifferently, "Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your achievements and fame."

All the flesh and blood of the monks on the field were swallowed by the spirit of the witch god Banner, and Long Fei disappeared under the night at the same time.

Bai Qianqian also disappeared with him.

She stood beside the fourth prince, and when she disappeared, the fourth prince didn't feel anything.

After dawn, the news that thousands of people spilled blood on the ice lake quickly spread throughout Snow Country City.

The crowd was shocked, and even the royal family also photographed the guards stepping up to defend the gates of the city. The masters in the city were panicked and all secretly hid.

The Scarlet Ice Lake has also become a place for monks to admire.

A group of monks came over, and they were quite shocked to feel the chilling scene during the eloquent explanation given by the onlookers last night.

Someone shouted, "If it wasn't for the fact that the monsters escaped so quickly, everyone would be able to eat wolf and bear meat here!"

"It's strange, why did you say that the monster race ran away? All the monks who died were from our human race."

"Who knows, the situation was chaotic at that time, and the Yaozu knew that they were invincible, so they slipped away early."

"It's just that these people are too greedy. Mr. Zhao has already said that it's fine for them to leave early, but they just want to stay here to be brave."

Someone yelled in the arena, "Everyone, stop talking, the battle poem written by Mr. Zhao last night is a pair of spirit stones!"

Someone shrewdly seized the business opportunity and wrote down the poems copied by Long Fei last night for sale.

The words are good, and it is neatly written, "Zhao Keman and Huying, Wu hooks are frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is rustling like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps, you will not stay for a thousand miles. When it is done, go away with your clothes, and hide in the deep body with you." name."

After everyone read it, they all said with deep emotion, "Young Master Zhao is not only powerful in mana, but also writes poems so domineeringly, showing talent, enough to deserve the title of poet fairy."

"This poem has fairy rhyme, and it will definitely be passed down to the world."

"Beautiful pens make flowers, my generation can't do it!"

Everyone paid for it one after another, making this low-level calligrapher famous all at once, and made a small fortune here.

　Chapter 2, I'm too sleepy, see you tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)