Miss Eight Series Summoner

"Master, I'm not good enough to pull you into this matter." Feng Xi's eyes were filled with mist, looking at the blood on the waist of Teacher Yaoyun, guilt gushing out.

"It doesn't get in the way." Teacher Yaojun sealed his acupuncture points, barely stood up, comforting Fengxi, "You are my apprentice of Teacher Yaoyun, how can you cry at will."

Feng Xi bit her lip and turned to look at the **** general, an inexplicable anger rose from the bottom of her heart: "I want you to pay!"

When the voice fell, Feng Xi came automatically to the **** general at an incredible speed. Before Yaojun's tutor had time to hold her, Feng Xi drew out his long whip and drew an arc in mid-air, facing the **** general fiercely. Attacked.

The **** will notice something, his complexion changed, he waved his hand to stab the halberd towards Fengxi, holding the long whip that was struck by the wind in his left hand, and pulling hard, Feng Xi's hand was scratched by the halberd.

"Xier!"

Seeing Feng Xi's injury, Jin Jiaye suddenly had killing intent in his eyes, kicked away the magic weapon in front of him, and ran in Fengxi's direction.

At this time, a figure flew out from nowhere, caught Feng Xi's body firmly, and landed on the ground.

"Elder North China!"

Not only the teacher Yaojun was taken aback, Bailigu Youxue, Jin Jiaye and others were also stunned. I don’t know why the elder Beihua appeared here at this time. After all, in the legend, he only stayed. His Sunset Valley rarely comes out.

"Thank you, Elder North China, for your life-saving grace."

Jin Jiaye stepped forward to take Fengxi, her phoenix eyes filled with distress, but she still did not forget to thank the elder Beihua.

"Raise your hand."

The elder Beihua didn't make much turbulence at Jin Jiaye's words. He glanced at him blankly, and then his gaze fell on the closed altar not far away by the teacher Yaojun.

Feng Altar was caught off guard by the elder Beihua. He was a little surprised, but he didn't know why, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But soon, the elder Beihua looked away and turned to look at the general.

"Huh, it turned out to be you." When the gods saw the elder Beihua, he was not surprised, but was as familiar as an old friend meeting, "Could it be that you want to intervene in this matter?"

The elder Beihua stared at the **** general, the sword in his hand pointed at the **** general, and his tone was chilly: "Wanjue, our matter should also be over."

The **** general snorted coldly, but his expression became serious, and he didn't have the light-hearted feeling just now. The hand slowly clenched the halberd, his eyes fixed on the elder Beihua.

"After waiting so many years, I finally waited until this day."

Elder Beihua turned his wrist, put the sword horizontally in front of him, held the scabbard with his left hand, and slowly pulled out the sword.

"This……"

Feng Xi was a little surprised when she saw this. When she went to Sunset Valley last time, Elder Beihua only used the scabbard to fight her. She still remembered that Elder Beihua said that she did not easily draw this sword.

What kind of past does the **** will have with the elders of Beihua that make the elders of Beihua so angry?

"I, Beihua, must not let you repeat the things of the year!" After the elder Beihua finished speaking, he threw his left hand and the scabbard struck straight towards the **** general.

The **** general used the halberd swiftly, and the scabbard was easily flicked to other places, but what followed was the sharp blade of the elder Beihua.

The gods then stepped down a bit, left where they were, and confronted the elders of Beihua in midair.

"Master, this, this...what is going on?"