Fengyunjing didn't go to see her at all, but looked at Hexi and said coldly: "you have no choice, or you will never see Nangong Yu, help me break through the battle, or..."

"If I don't want to?"

Feng Yunjing's face sank. Suddenly she reached out to clasp He Xi's chin, forcing her to look up and sneer, "you are Nangong Yu who is bewitched by this face? It's really beautiful to watch, but if Nangong Yu knows that you have become my person, I don't know if he will want you Well --! "

Feng Yunjing suddenly released his hand, took a step backward, and reached out to touch his auricular point.

The tentacles were cold and moist, but they were bleeding.

He Xi's eyes flickered with the murderous intention of Sen Han. The purple vines suddenly sprang out from behind her like a curtain to cover the sky, setting up a terrible barrier behind her.

"Maybe there's another option. You all have to die -!"

Her voice was piercing and cold. Anger and humiliation made her face as white as a peach blossom, which seemed to have caught people's heart.

Feng Yunjing's eyes were shining, his smile was cold and domineering, and he was aggressive. "Well, no prey has ever escaped from my palm. Xi Yue, I'd like to see if you can do it. "

The black and blue flags rose to the sky, entwined with purple vines, and matched each other.

He Xi stabs a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword turns into countless shadows, covering the Phoenix cloud view.

The exquisite sword technique, like the steps of the lost phantom, is fully exerted. It is clear that there is no spiritual power fluctuation, but it looks like a gorgeous dance, beautiful and gorgeous.

For a time, the sky and the sky changed color and the clouds rolled.

Fengyunjing mistakenly avoids a sword light, a touch of astonishment and admiration flashed in her eyes, and a red light flashed all over her body. Her deep voice seemed to ring in the sky, and it seemed to ring in the ear of Hexi. "It's a pity that if you grow up for a while, maybe even I can't control you in this white fog. But at this moment, you are destined to be my prey - Xi Yue! "

Just after the voice fell, the red light suddenly became strong, just like blood coagulating into general, sweeping towards the river he.

The blazing breath makes He Xi step by step, and his face shows the color of surprise.

It is clear that this breath has no spiritual power fluctuation, but when it touches her, it can completely absorb her physical strength.

Only for a moment, He Xi couldn't even hold the long sword and fell to the ground with a crash.

Her face was pale, her steps were faltering, and she was about to fall. Fengyunjing's mouth raised a cold smile, and she was about to be caught in her arms with a long hand.

Who knows, in the moment when he reached out his hand, he changed color.

Fengyunjing's body shape retreated rapidly, but it still could not avoid the sword full of murderous Qi. His clothes broke instantly, and a ferocious mouth appeared on his arm.

He Xi's body is soft, but not on the ground, but into a broad hot embrace.

The familiar breath is like the warmest harbor and the most expected dependence.

He Xi did not know why to feel a sour nose, whispered a sentence: "Nangong Yu."

Nangong Yu releases her abruptly, grabs her shoulder from top to bottom and checks it inch by inch.

The palm touching her body was hot and powerful, but it was trembling slightly at this time, which showed how frightened the owner of these hands was.