Song Yuan slowly approached Wan Qicheng, his fingers turned the magic flute in his hand, and said with a smile: "General Wan, do you know how you were poisoned? ”

Wan Qicheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, recalling that when he was in Jie'a Luo Mansion, Elder Zhan Su had mentioned that his spiritual veins were walking strangely, and it was very likely that he had been poisoned at that time.

If you calculate it this way, the time of your own poisoning may be a month ago.

Song Yuan looked at Wan Qicheng and frowned, and sneered: "What, do you remember? Why don't you remind General Wan that with General Wan's spiritual power, this poison can only be successful by someone familiar with it when General Wan is unaware of it, with extremely high spiritual power and extremely fast spiritual skills." ”

When Wan Qicheng heard it, familiar people, a month ago, extremely high spiritual power, and he had to make himself unconscious, it was him!

Only he has so many qualifications!

Wan Qicheng spurted out a mouthful of blood: "It's him!"

It seems that he is the one who can poison the Dragon Emperor!

If Dragon Emperor Yun Zhifeng had really been poisoned, then only this person would have a chance to be poisoned.

It's just that, in terms of the spiritual power of the Dragon Emperor Yun Zhifeng, it is impossible for this person to unknowingly smash the poison into the spiritual aperture of Yun Zhifeng.

So, how is Yun Zhifeng poisoned?

Song Yuan approached Wan Qicheng, raised the magic flute in his hand and lightly sealed Wan Qicheng's spiritual aperture, and said with a smile: "General Wan guessed who it is? It seems that General Wan is not too stupid." Come on, stop the bleeding for General Wan. ”

Wan Qicheng had already lost his palms, covered in blood, and fell to the ground weakly, scolding: "If you want to kill, you will kill!

Song Yuan said with a smile: "General Wan, you can't die now, there is still a good show waiting for you." ”

Wan Qicheng didn't even have the ability to cut himself at this moment, so he only gritted his teeth and said: "Thief, you can't die well!"

At this time, suddenly a soldier came to report: "The three oblique lords sent a fire message, saying that Fengfu needs support!"

Song Yuan sneered: "Yang Weidong, this useless thing, Feng Xuyang is here, he has to support the group of people from Fengfu!"

At this moment, an inky blue light swept through the sky, and a tall thin man wearing leopard armor fell in front of Song Yuan with a halberd in his hand, it was the Six Oblique Lord You Chi.

The black halberd in You Chi's hand that shimmered with a faint light was surrounded by a vague skeletal ghost mist, which was the corpse explosion halberd, which could burst out the corpse soul and spray it to a distance of two zhang.

You Chi jumped forward and said, "Before I arrived, you won it all?"

Song Yuan said lightly: "Run away! I have already sent troops to chase after you, if you are idle, go and chase it." ”

You Chi glanced at Song Yuan, whose face was as white as a dead man, and said in his heart, "Horseback, you are playing Lao Tzu for fun."

However, the magic sound emitted by Song Yuan's flute can make people collapse, and You Chi had to swallow the words he wanted to scold into his stomach.

You Chi said again: "The three oblique lords said that they want to support?"

Song Yuan glanced at You Chi, sneered, and said, "Your own task has not been completed yet, so it is up to you to support a bird!"

You Chi tightened the corpse explosion halberd in his hand, and almost wanted to knock it directly on Song Yuan's head, however, he still endured it and said, "Then I'll go after Zhuo Xiyuan." ”

With that, You Chi left.

Song Yuan ignored it and directly ordered his subordinates: "Handcuff Feng Xuyang and Wan Qicheng and go to Fengfu." ”

Fengfu.

Leng Xuan led the Dragon Soul Guard and Xin'er to break out of Fengfu, and Yang Weidong's troops were left behind the Dragon Soul Guard, and they were trying to catch up and form an encirclement again.

Tuo Zhijun and Feng Qinglan shuttled through the crowd with the flying ants and electric bees that they transformed, and saw the little snowbird sprinkled with silver threads in the sky - Xin'er.

Tuo Zhijun and Feng Qinglan fell to Leng Xuan and Xin'er one after another.

As soon as Tuo Zhijun fell in front of Leng Xuan, he urged the nine-headed poisonous scorpion spiritual power cloud to resist the flying fiery red light blade, and said, "Senior uncle!"

Leng Xuan raised his hand and waved a cold light sword rain, and said to Tuo Zhijun: "Long Teng can't stay, go!"

Feng Qinglan looked at Xin'er, who had scattered countless silver threads on her slender hands, and asked, "Xin'er, where is my father?"

The silver thread in Xin'er's hand flew, and she said, "It was said that it was at General Wan's house." ”

As he spoke, he saw a group of soldiers rushing in front of him, the armor was the same as that of Yang Weidong's pursuers behind, and it seemed that they were the slanted soldiers who had come from nearby reinforcements.

As a result, Leng Xuan, Tuo Zhixin, Tuo Zhijun, as well as Feng Qinglan and the forty-eight Dragon Soul Guards of the Sea Empire were flanked back and forth by the Diagonal Trace Organization, and they were surrounded by layers.

Leng Xuan looked at it, and there was a young man wearing snow-colored dragon armor in front of the team, with thin eyebrows and thin eyes, a high nose bridge, and a bit of femininity.

At this time, I saw Wan Qicheng, who was covered in blood, handcuffed to a prisoner car in front of the team, and Feng Xuyang, who was also covered in blood, chained next to him.

Feng Qinglan was in a hurry: "Fourth uncle!

Song Yuan stood on top of the prisoner car in a snow suit, and said loudly: "Feng Qinglan, your father and your fourth uncle are here, and they will be arrested before they are tied!"

Leng Xuan threw out a cold light, volleyed into the air, and said, "Kill!"

I saw that the Dragon Soul Guard flexibly changed its position, and quickly formed a Dragon Soul Sword Formation, and ten thousand swords fired at once.

Leng Xuan threw a thousand changes cold sword over, and the length of the whip reached three zhang away, and under the rain of sharp swords, blood and ice blades flew together.

Song Yuan jumped up, the long dragon soared into the air, and fought with Leng Xuan's white dragon-shaped spiritual power cloud, and the magic flute burst into the pulse.

The magic flute shot out countless tiny snake letters, and in the sound of this flute, as soon as the snake letters fell on the person, they burst into a wisp of smoke.

This wisp of mist mixed with the sound of the flute made all those who were contaminated by the snake letter mist feel the pain of breaking their hearts.

Xin'er, who rose in the air, did not escape this wisp of mist, and in an instant, she only felt that her heart was broken, the pain entered the bone marrow, and the silver wire net sprinkled couldn't help but slow down a little.

Feng Qinglan held the Split-Shape Divine Sword in his hand, and thousands of flames fused with the Demon Phantom of the Earth's Center shot out, and the Split-shaped Beast's head struck the sky.

The slanting soldiers led by Song Yuan were numerous, and one group of people came over with a tearing sword that flashed with cold light, while the other group retreated and shot fiery arrows one after another.

When Tuo Zhijun leaped, he threw out several rows of black gold needles, and the bone-eroding flying ants on the needles also broke through the air, and as the black gold needles pierced into the enemy's armor, they went straight into the spiritual veins.

When the fierce cold qi in Leng Xuan's hand swept through, the Dragon Soul Guard immediately shot out with a long sword wrapped in ice crystals, breaking through the rocket blades of the slanting soldiers in front of Song Yuan.

Tuo Zhijun followed, and several black gold needles knocked down a group of soldiers armed with tearing knives in front of him.

Feng Qinglan flew in, and several flames struck Song Yuan's heart, and Song Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the snow-colored dragon armor on his body red.

Before he could react, he saw Tuo Zhijun follow several rows of black gold needles, all of which hit Song Yuan's throat.