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The old man wore a wide robe scattered in the wind, and his tall figure appeared against the sun like a deep dark shadow above the forest!

The red pupils were scorching, and the blood was raging.

He condescendingly looked down at the young man standing with his back in the sky below, and the thick and wide wings behind him spread out impressively, like a mottled electric light swept down from the forest sky, and appeared behind the young man in an instant.

The old man's arm slowly lifted from under the wide robe that was rolled up, his five fingers spread, and the pitch-black and sharp finger claws stretched out from his fingertips in an instant, bringing up a series of mottled phantoms!

He tilted his head, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sneer, cold with cruelty:

"Milky little hairy boy, pay the price for your frivolity!"

The five fingers were put together, and the sharp black fingers and claws stabbed the young man's back like pitch-black lightning in an instant, and the pitch-black fingers and claws between the phantom mottled were like sharp blades that went straight into his chest!

The blood-drenched black fingers and claws paused slightly, and once again pulled back from the bloody hole like pitch-black lightning!

Poof-

The young man's body was stunned, and his body gradually fell backwards like overturned reeds, and dark red blood splashed out of his chest in an instant!

The chestnut hair was stained with a few blades of grass, slightly messy and scattered on the ground.

Qianling lay on the ground not far away and couldn't move, her hands and feet were cold and numb, panting with difficulty.

I was choked by that strange old man before, and I finally relieved my breath, but suddenly a heavy pressure fell from the sky, squeezing my body violently!

Her eyes were dazzled and she couldn't breathe, and her whole person seemed to be clenched in the palm of her hand by a huge heavy hand, as if every bone in her body was being squeezed wildly and making a clicking sound!

Although she was dizzy and almost fainted, she could still feel it in a daze, and the strong pressure was not completely evenly distributed.

It was like a turbulent wave sweeping from the front, and the position she was in was only affected by the aftermath, and the center of this powerful pressure was the location of Lan Feng not far ahead.

Her hands were cold and trembling faintly, Qianling shook her dull and dizzy head, supported the ground and moved her body with some difficulty, and raised her head to look ahead-

The black robe hung down to the ground, and the silver-white mandala spread over it, drenched in dark red blood.

The short dark purple hair hung down between the ears, quietly raised by the wind, and a few blood stains splashed on the pale cheeks.

The young man stood quietly on the forest floor, leaning back, his black robe rolled up by the wind, faintly rolling and trembling.

Dark, thick blood, little by little, poured out of his chest, gradually dyeing the black robe a dark red. Flowing blood soaked the robes and dripped quietly, and the ground was mottled with blood.

Lan ...... Lan Feng ......?"

The voice was low, faintly trembling.

Qianling stared blankly at the motionless young man who seemed to have been crucified not far in front of her, her eyes touched the thick blood on the ground, and her eyes trembled violently.

Impossible, impossible ......?

That's Lan Feng, the one who has always acted decisively, resolutely, with a variety of means, extremely smart, sensitive and cunning like a fox, and can't tolerate anyone except his brother in his eyes and mouth?

The sluggish and stiff gaze slowly moved to the red-haired old man in the long robe flying behind Lan Feng, the sharp fingers and claws soaked in dark red blood......

The cold and numb body paused slightly, and Qianling fell to the ground, gradually unable to stop trembling.

This person......

This person actually ...... Lan Feng?

The breeze carries the smell of an ancient and somber forest, passing low from the forest.

The dark purple hair was gently brushed by the wind, hazy and blurred for a while, like broken purple lavender, quietly collapsing and dissipating into little black crumbs and dissipating in the wind.

Thick blood dripped little by little, quietly dripping from the corners of the soaked clothes, and the dark red blood beads were thick and dripping, gradually turning into a deep and viscous black.

The red hair is burning, and the cheongsam is dancing.

Qian Lao stood in the forest of light and shadow, looking down at his left hand, the mottled dark red blood stains had somehow transitioned into a deep black, like sticky silk threads, and gradually frowned.

He paused, as if suddenly realizing something, his dark red pupils widened, and the almond-shaped pupils in his eyes shrank violently.

The wide and heavy black membrane wings instantly stretched out, and the old man's wings spread out and rose into the air-

In the next second, the young man in the black robe suddenly collapsed, like a black dandelion destroyed by the wind, splashing countless pitch-black viscous ink around-

Yikes!

The thick and thick rope of pitch black and viscous was like countless roaring black snakes that burst out from between the flying ink, carrying countless black and purple electric lights shuttling back and forth, straight towards the sky above the forest!

......!

Yikes!

The electric light is raging, and the long snake is swallowing!

In the secluded forest clearing, there was no longer half a shadow of a teenager, and the ground that was sprinkled with thick blood before quietly opened a pitch-black deep hole that slowly rotated and reincarnated, and countless thick and strong black plant roots staggered and coiled from the black hole, and the black and purple electric light of the tree body raged and shuttled!

The pitch-black and treacherous ancient trees seemed to rise from the ground, and the pitch-black branches were like sweeping electric light, growing towards the forest at a gallop, like a raging python entwining and binding the old man who was soaring in the air!

The huge membranous wings that stretched out were instantly bound and entangled by the pitch-black branches, and more and more Longyuan tree vines swarmed up, greedily clinging, as if they were wantonly chewing and devouring!

I felt that my wings were gradually becoming a little heavier, and the strength of my body seemed to be withdrawn bit by bit......

Qian Lao frowned, his wings trembled and he stretched out again to take off into the air, but his hands, feet, waist, and neck were instantly bound by countless of the same pitch-black vines, and it was difficult to move for half a minute!

The breeze flowed, rolling up the decayed leaves and making a rustling sound.

The air trembled and twisted faintly, quietly opening a circle of transparent ripples.

The robes are gently whisked and swept in the wind.

Deep purple hair flutters around her fair cheeks, and the black camellia stud earring on her left ear shines brightly.

Lan Feng quietly appeared from the ripples, a black robe danced with the wind, the silver and white mandala Hua noble and gorgeous, glowing with cold silver light.

"Lan Feng ......!"

Chestnut hair hangs down the cheeks, slightly curled.

Qianling looked at him unscathed, and breathed a sigh of relief, and a pair of amber eyes were full of brilliance.

The hair is lightly brushed, and there is a faint hint of lavender flowing between the deep purple.

Lan Feng stood in the forest of light and shadow, looking up at the red-haired old man who was bound by the staggered binding of the dragon abyss trees and vines above the forest, a light smile rose on his lips, and he tilted his head slightly:

"It's not a good thing to be too frivolous...... But this time, I've got you, Lord Qianshu. ”