From the Bird

"Sir, we?"

Nine-winged Sudu whispered.

"Wait."

Li Yan burst a word from his root.

The fierce Sifan wiped Wushan's neck, the banner behind Wushan flipped, and his left hand swept across the ground. The position of the slap was quickly wiped away by the dead white.

The four-color huacai gathered on Wushan's strong forearm, and the huacai rolling on the fist raised a blade and slammed into Feng Yi's heart.

As soon as Feng Yi's eyes moved, there was no blood on the upper half of the wound. Instead, there were yellow turbid water droplets.

"Si Fan, this is not the original ability of this person, Feng Yi's power of the Yellow River water god, he is like an arm command."

Wushan

At this moment, Wushan's eyes have been filled with four Huacai, not three or four, but dozens of Huacai spears stabbing out from behind him at the same time. The forces of the four lines are entangled with each other, sharp Huacai spears. The front rain was normal, and it was poked on Feng Yi's body, and the yellow water splashed out.

"rustle……"

When the boxer thrust into Feng Yi's heart, Wu Shan's ears moved, and the whole person rose into the air. He wiped away the white traces of death from his back and left without saying, it was heading towards Feng Yi!

Zhaoxin bit her lower lip. Despite her contradictory position, she still couldn't help but shouted, "Pretty!"

The corner of Wushan's eyes was flying in the air, but Feng Yi was missing. Instead, it is a cloud that covers Wushan and is extremely turbid!

The sound of billowing tide was surging, and a palm broke through the waves, pressing it on the back of Wushan.

Feng Yi tightened her four fingers, and the cold face emerging from the water waves was sticking to Wushan's ears: "Actually, I appreciate you very much. It's a pity."

General Cat wailed, Feng Yizhang wrapped in the waves of the Yellow River, and pressed Wushan's head down, and pressed it into Sifan's dead white smear!

The golden red flame burst, the flying flames flew, and the comer crossed two kitchen knives across his chest, and a pair of molten-colored feet rushed in the spray, and the water mist rose.

Immediately, I took a leap and grabbed Wushan's neck collar in his hand, flying backwards.

Check the knife.

Behind Wushan, dozens of huacai practise swinging, blocked between Zha Xiaodao's legs.

"It's about the same speed and strength as some, and some fight."

Cha Xiaodao, who was covered with crimson magma, shouted. As for whether he believed it or not, say something else.

Feng Yi belongs to the "people" of the Five Immortals. In terms of physical fitness, he was indeed overwhelmed by the five insects.

"The water of the Canglang is clear and you can beat me; the water of the Canglang is cloudy and you can kick me."

Feng Yi didn't care, the two flowing water ribbons were usually wrapped around him, like a god.

The black blade cut off, with a turbulent white cloud.

"White Pond?"

Feng Yi thrilled the cloud, and the stone brick hook fence cracked behind, making a ruin.

Zhao Xin held the knife handle with both hands, closed the knife and fell, and his thin body was still flying in the air. Feng Yi raised a finger, and the clear stream of the Yellow River went straight to Zhao Xin's forehead, and was broken by the black current from the air.

Zhao Wu re-formed, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"Brother, I'll come."

When Zhao Xin shook her hair, the turbulent white cloud on the knife was thickened.

"Jerks."

Zhao Wu cursed, tearing the red stone Buddha necklace from his neck. Thrown to Zhaoxin, he glanced at Li Yan, who was standing on his back, and his face was bitter.

People like this have herd mentality, Wushan himself, no one should respond, but at this moment, half of the eight people are participating in the battle group, and the remaining few are also eager to move.

What Wu Shan said at the beginning was very reasonable, and these people also understood.

Wu Shan was very clear in his own mind, but he didn't care.

You do n’t dare to go first. I ’m going to go first. I admit it. I do n’t want to wait for the shipwreck with your fools.

At this moment, checking the knife, Zhao Xin, and the three men from Wushan all stepped forward to stir the cloud, golden red flames, and Hua Caipi Lian surrounded Feng Yi.

When the moustache lifted the horns and big bow, the bow string pulled like a tear.

The old man and the baby face looked at each other and joined the war group.

Only Li Yan, still standing outside, remained motionless.

The horn horn bow screamed, the iron-clad long arrow screamed away, and the silver arrow cracked in the air, exposing a little agitated fire.

Feng Yi slipped his lips.

Snapped!

The Yellow River water flower hit the arrow and disappeared, and the arrow rod was stuck on the face of the moustache.

Blood splattered, and the moustache mustache fell to the ground.

The old man walked around behind Feng Yi ghostly in a few steps, rubbed a strange seal with his hands, and banged behind Feng Yi's head.

Wu Shan saw that this ordinary handprint came from a very powerful Yan Fu fruit, which was very powerful and his spirit was suddenly shocked.

"Oh!"

Feng Yi didn't turn his head, and stretched his right hand backwards, pinching the old man's face behind him. The thumb and forefinger clasped the old man's eye socket, and a faint yellow stream rushed out.

The yellow muddy water covered with white foam, the old man did not fill the Yellow River water directly, leaving only empty clothes and shoes on the ground. The old man disappeared alive.

This thrilling sight made everyone a meal.

"Playing with you, I'm still excited."

Feng Yi's face was indifferent, and the sound of grunting water was surging. In front of Wumen, which had been completely wiped out by "Sifan", the turbulent waves hit the wall, and the waves that were chosen by others smashed the Wufeng Tower of Wumen!

"It's a problem!"

Wushan wiped the corners of his mouth, and a deep sense of weakness appeared in his heart. He looked towards Li Yan subconsciously.

"Isn't it because of that?"

But when he looked at Li Yan, he realized that Li Yan's eyes were full of ambition and vitality.

"It's a problem!"

Wushan then noticed that the phrase "It really interferes!" Was not what Feng Yi said!

The thick night was shrouded by a more gloomy darkness, and the muffled collision sounded one after another. The dark red lightning rolled in the clouds, not a tree fork shape, but a crack in the shape of a spider web.

The rumbling sound of the rumbling shattered, black feathers stood upright like towering ancient trees, and the black wings covering the sun poured down from the clouds.

"Did you dig it yet ..."

Feng Yi finally moved.

The sweeping Si Fan wiped over the Yonghe Palace, but it was not a dead white, but a bright golden light!

Feng Yi's eyes brightened, and he rolled up the sky and waves of the Yellow River and headed towards Yonghe Temple.

Unseen under the black sky wings, a red-backed man fell to the ground like a meteorite with a circle of red flames and smashed into the Wumen Gate.

Whether it is the black sky that covers the sky or the huge waves of the Yellow River, it refreshes the perception of everyone present.

Yan Fu can actually do this.

"Ten Lords!"

Wu Shan clenched his fists, his eyes frantic.

"Su Capital," Li Yan suddenly said.

"My lord!" The spirit of the nine-winged Sudu was shocked. The "Dragon Leather Lamp" in her hand had not been used. In the last battle in Xiangshan, Wushan was overcast before she lost her strength and she lost her fighting power in advance. This time, Li Yan can make a difference.

"Go back. You should have a way back to Dragon Tiger Mountain, right?"

Jiutian Sudu was struck by lightning and stuttered, "But, but no, no ..."

"Go back. I'm serious." Li Yan's voice was dull, but her brows frowned.

Jiuyi Sudu opened her mouth, swallowed, and tears swirled in her eyes.

"Sir, you ... be careful."

Nine-winged Sudu's black wings yanked, and she finally glanced at Li Yan with a grudge. Nine-colored dragon and tiger's energy was shed from her, a pulling force emerged out of thin air, the air twisted left and right, and Jiu-winged Su were sucked in shortly.

Li Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to take a shuddering feeling from the fire and took something out of the mark space.

[Belt of the Division of Justice and Justice (Night)]!

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