Chapter 974

The girl turned around and left Fengyu with a beautiful figure. It was like a spring dream without trace. The figure was like a cloud. It soon disappeared.

Fengyu's idea automatically retreated, but in her mind, it was all the pictures before, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

Originally, dragon Zixuan now, is this kind of violent and ferocious state? It's a complete killing machine. It's not too much to say that he is a devil.

He is in such a state, not to mention the destruction of two cities, even if twenty cities, it is absolutely no problem.

And that woman, is it really because of long Zixuan that she came here?

Looking at her appearance, it is obvious that she knows everything about long Zixuan. Even he can tolerate his slaughtering, and even he can become a black jade bead.

So, how long has she been with long Zixuan? Or have they been together since the accident of long Zixuan?

Is there any special relationship between them?

She didn't dare to think about it any more. As long as she thought about it, it would be enough to make her collapse. She was afraid that if she thought about it, she would go completely crazy.

She clenched her fists tightly. Her sharp nails pierced into her palms. Her blood dripped down like a broken bead, and dyed the ground red at her feet.

The pain was sharp to the bone, but she didn't seem to feel it at all.

Not far away has been looking at her Niro eyebrows wrinkled up, dark blue eyes across the light worry.

He went to Fengyu and said in a low voice, "Fengyu, don't look like this. No matter what happens, I will help you."

He had thought for a long time that Fengyu might not accept the pictures, but he showed them to her because he firmly believed that he could keep her calm and rational.

But at this moment, he suddenly is not sure, he really can?

Does he underestimate Fengyu's feelings for longzixuan?

Feng Yu raised his eyelids and looked at him darkly. His voice seemed to lose his soul. He said, "Niro, you should have seen all those pictures. I ask you, who is that woman? Do you know her? "

Long Zixuan must be with her now. As long as she finds the woman, she can find long Zixuan.

Think of here, Feng feather and faintly excited, even forget before those uneasy.

She has been looking for long Zixuan for a long time. Now she is extremely hungry for any news about long Zixuan.

Nero breathed a sigh of relief, his throat moved, and said, "that woman, if I don't admit it wrong, she should be the saint of the six xuanzongs in Beiling state, the daughter of Baihua Xuanzong, huaruo, the daughter of Huaqing."

He has never seen Hua Ruo, but one of his best friends is Hua ruo's crazy pursuer, with countless pictures of Hua Ruo in his hands.

So he happened to see Hua ruo's portrait.

However, in all the portraits, Hua ruo's face was covered with gauze, and her real face could not be seen. Even so, he still felt that the woman just now was definitely Hua Ruo.

as like as two peas in her paintings, her dress and temperament are very different.

Feng Yu's eyes narrowed. She opened her lips and said, "Hua Ruo..."

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Shenghua city.

Outside the house of the saints.

Niro's slender body stands up against the wind. He cleanly kicks open the guard's disciples, and the evil cold eyes light across, and finally falls on Fengyu and Wuxiang luozhiling.

"Fengyu, let's go in. "

the phoenix feather Mou light took back, light nod, way," good. "

The four of them walked towards the gate of the saint's palace without strabismus. The disciples lying on the ground wanted to get up and stop them, but they couldn't get up at all. They could only watch them in pain.

"Who's coming? How dare you break into my saint's mansion? "

A shadow flashed, and a man in black came down from the sky to block Fengyu.

The man's thick eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like stars, and his whole body exudes the breath of the strong. Feng Yu feels that the man is actually a semi saint.

It can be imagined that this man must have a very important position in the saint's palace.

Nero slightly side head looked at phoenix feather one eye, then step out, lift chin looking at the man in front of, way, "we have something to see your saint, please let your saint out."

The man frowned and said in a slightly angry voice, "how noble our saint is. You can see it if you want to see it. If you intrude into the saint's residence, you will die. Dare to resist and kill. I advise you to put your hands on it."

Nero took a breath, endured the unhappiness in his heart, and began to smile. "This fellow, we just want to see your saint. We don't want to fight. If we really want to fight, we're afraid that your saint's mansion won't get any advantage."

Although the power of the saint daughter's mansion is really strong, I'm afraid that Fengyu can destroy it alone without the suppression of the emperor's powerful people?He is now persuasive, hoping that the boy in front of him will not be completely ignorant.

The man's eyes are dead silent looking at Niro, the voice is cold way, "less nonsense, take life."

With a movement of his hand, he drew out the magic sword from the scabbard and stabbed it hard at Niro.

Nero's eyelids jumped and his palms were raised. He had to fight. Well, he really preferred to fight more simply than reason.

Without waiting for his hand, a small hand as white as jade suddenly pressed on his shoulder. He didn't use much strength, but he felt as if it was a thousand pounds.

He can't move his arm any more.

"I'll do it."

Cold voice like ice like snow, indifferent without any emotion, Fengyu standing on his side, a pair of eyes as clear as glass, light looking at the extremely fast stabbing sword.

She slightly raised her hand, her two fingers clamped the tip of the sword, and her eyes lightly moved on the man in black.

"Good."

Nero smiles for a while, the Mou light sympathizes of see toward that man, hope, he won't be abused too miserably by Feng feather.

He stepped back and stood on the same line with Wuxiang luozhiling. His eyes moved to Fengyu's back.

That put on the body, can always burst out beyond imagination, never, will only let him shocked, and will not let him down.

The man in black looks at Feng Yu in shock, his eyes are huge, and his eyes are full of strong disbelief.

With a swing of his arm, all the power of the platform poured out and condensed on the magic sword in his hand. However, the two slender fingers were still as powerful as the fingers of God.

How is that possible?

He is a semi saint, holding a magic sword, trying his best to shake the girl's two fingers?

How powerful is that girl?