Chapter 1627 postscript to Dabi (66)

Dong Bing always thinks that Qu Xiaohan, from yushuizong in the west, talks too much.

Maybe Jiang Huan is much better than before, but it's too much to say that he can resist the xuanjie martial arts of a high-level martial arts master?!

In the whole Youzhou, xuanjie martial arts can be called a magic skill.

Ordinary people can't use huangjie martial arts. If they use xuanjie martial arts, they are almost invincible at the same level.

Of course, he Longzhong is just a monster.

However, Jiang Huan is even stronger now. How can he compare with he Longzhong?!

Qu Xiaohan is not familiar with Dong Bing. Naturally, I will not explain to her too much.

On the challenge arena, after a fierce sword burst out, Feng Yunjing took a step back and looked at Yu Wei, who was emitting blue light in front of him, with a cold smile.

"But so!"

However, before the voice fell, Feng Yunjing felt cold all over. It was also a sudden surge of powerful and shocking pressure from all sides, which was madly squeezing her body and impacting her soul.

And accompanied by a very frightening strong breath, in the infiltration of her heart.

For a while, Feng Yunjing felt that he was being stared at by a fierce beast, even when he stayed in place.

"What's going on?!"

She has never experienced such an amazing bullying, at least she has never seen such a powerful person.

"What's going on?!"

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unconsciously, Feng Yunjing has been sweating all over, and her face is pale and full of fear.

The rigid mechanical style slowly turned around, and saw Jiang Huan like a ghost, with a cold smile, standing behind her, the awesome pressure was just released from the whole body of Jiang Huan.

In the eyes of outsiders, it's really weird that Jiang Huan can escape the cloud and water sword of Fengyun Jinggang.

And at this time, Jiang Huan didn't leak any breath all over her, so she stood quietly behind fengyunjing.

But it's strange that Feng Yunjing's panic expression and trembling body make people very confused. What's wrong with her?!

Hysteria?!

But under the tyranny of the devil of purgatory, Feng Yunjing can clearly feel the pressure of terror that unexpectedly cuts into her body like a knife, that is, Jiang Huan, the young man in front of her who is always looked down upon by her.

"Impossible!"

This is Feng Yunjing's only idea now, because she really can't accept it. How can Jiang Huan have such a horrible power against the sky? It's not comparable to people.

As if she was really standing in front of her, it was just like a demon!

That kind of breath, prestige, even the sense of oppression, even in the shiye dengxi'an, Feng Yunjing never felt it. You should know that your shiye is a real king of martial arts!

Are you dreaming? Yes! It must be in a dream!

But she was stiff and hard to move. At this time, she was just like being set here.

All of a sudden! There was a sound of rippling water.

In front of Feng Yunjing's eyes, there is no royal parade ground full of people, and there is no audience with constant voice.

There is only an endless sea of blood, which is constantly being used by her. The blood waves are rolling over the sky and blocking the sun, like thousands of horses galloping!