"Van Qi, you are looking for death-!"

Zhuo Liu, the great commander who came out in a rage, his eyes were red, and he almost wanted to breathe fire, as if there was only one person in his eyes, and he couldn't even tolerate a little extra on the side, and a panjiao tungsten steel spear was pulled out with a sonorous sound, and stabbed it viciously!

The aura of heaven and earth that he was extremely angry attracted seemed to have turned into sharp gold, and the cold light broke through the sky, driving the color of heaven and earth to change. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The coercion was full of anger and even annihilated the Phoenix True Flame that had lost the supply and subsidy of Feng Qiao's Yuan Force, and the ruins of the living room around him were crushed into ashes in a snap of his fingers!

"He's crazy!"

Qin Huaiyan's color changed in shock, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he offered a golden-red light screen, firmly protecting himself and Feng Qiao, and retreated.

The tyrannical aura of the sky-high still rushed straight into the wind regardless of it, Feng Qiao was so shocked that his heart was unstable, and when he saw that the spear of the Great Commander Zhuo Liu was about to ignite the throat of the flowing wind, he was even more gut-splitting!

In the air, the golden Yuan Force of the Great Commander Zhuo Liu even turned into a shape, visible to the naked eye, driving the sound of the wind to whine, and the protective aura that collided with the flowing wind made a permeating squeak, twisting and tearing.

"Zhuo Liu, stop!"

Great Elder Li Yanxi finally made a move, and his dragon head crutch came out of his hand, almost tearing the space and crashing forward towards the spear of the Great Commander Zhuo Liu!

However, everything really happened between the lightning and flint, and before the dragon's head crutch knocked down the Panjiao spear, the spear was already close to the throat of the flowing wind! Liufeng had to raise his head sharply and narrowly avoid an inch, and at the same time, the long sword gentleman Nuo Gong blocked in front of the Panjiao spear!

"Hmm!"

Feng Qiao clearly heard Liufeng let out a painful snort, and he was instantly overturned and flew out, falling heavily to the ground!

Liufeng spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was like gold paper in an instant, and Jun Zinuo was even more trembling with a scream of sorrow, and the yuan power that turned back to cyan dissipated in an instant.

"Zhuo Liu!"

Great Elder Li Yanxi burst out with anger, his thin and old body moved like a cunning rabbit at this moment, and instantly bullied him to stop the Great Commander Zhuo Liu, and his old eyes were as sharp as an eagle: "You dare to hurt him!" ”

The Great Commander Zhuo Liu was forced to withdraw his hand, his face was swollen and red and panting, his clothes were torn and bloody, his skin was black and yellow and scorched by Feng Qiao's flames, and the sword wound on his chest was hideous.

He glared at the flowing wind and said gloomily: "What don't I dare." Hello, Vati VII—you're so nice! Today, there is an old thing like Li Yanxi to stop me, I will spare you first, you better hide for me and don't show my head, I can live a few more days! ”

After that, he didn't care about the Great Elder Li Yanxi and the Taishang Keqing Qin Huaiyan, and just threw his sleeves and left.

The Grand Commander Zhuo Liu left angrily, but the mess left behind needed to be cleaned up.

Feng Qiao ran out from behind Qin Huaiyan, still frightened and pale, and stepped forward to help Liufeng up.

Now it was inexplicably cold, and the ground was also cold, although she knew that with the cultivation of the Flowing Wind Clear Void Initial Realm, it would not be damaged, but she was still worried.

What's more, the flowing wind vomited blood.

"How are you?" Feng Qiao asked eagerly, cautiously trying to help Liufeng stand up.

"I, ahem, I'm fine," Liufeng reluctantly smiled at Feng Qiao and comforted her, waved his hand to refuse her support, and stood up by himself, "Feng Qiao, are you okay?" Don't worry, I'm not hurt—Great Elder, there's no need," he nodded to Great Elder Li Yanxi, and declined his healing technique, "I'm really not injured, it's just that Jun Zinuo is trembling." ”

"Is it Junzinuo?"

Great Elder Li Yanxi raised his sparse long eyebrows, and stomped his foot hatefully, "Zhuo Liu actually injured your natal weapon Yuan Bing, it's really too much!" ”

"Zhuo Liu is really a bastard! Why didn't you beat him to death? I'm annoyed when I see him! Qin Huaiyan was standing aside and scolding, and the Great Elder Li Yanxi greeted her: "Xiao Qin-"

"Second uncle, I know, I will help if the gentleman of the flowing wind repairs it!"

Qin Huaiyan immediately said: "You go to chase Zhuo Liu first, and leave it to me." That bastard ran away in such a rage, he would definitely spread the fire on others, and he had to bother the second uncle to watch him and don't let him make trouble. ”

Great Elder Li Yanxi nodded and sighed helplessly: "You are all children that I look up to, why are you more worry-free the older you get." ”

He also turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped before leaving, and looked at Feng Qiao.

Feng Qiao stood indifferently under his careful gaze, his back straight. Great Elder Li Yanxi turned his head again to look at the Phoenix True Flame that had been extinguished in the living room, and a faint smile hidden in the thick wrinkles slowly appeared on his old face: "It's a good boy." In the future, if you have any trouble, come to me. ”

He no longer called himself "old man", but called "me".

Feng Qiao nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Great Elder." ”

The Great Elder didn't care, waved his hand and hurried away with the dragon's head cane.

The parlor was completely ruined, and after a short period of pranayama, although the wind was weakened like gold paper, it seemed that it could stand up and walk again.

Qin Huaiyan held his forehead depressedly, looked around, and said, "Help him to rest first, Zhuo Liu's bastard will only make trouble!" ”

Feng Qiao nodded when he heard this, regardless of Liufeng's objection, he stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and after a support, Liufeng finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his body fell heavily on Feng Qiao's body, coughing and coughing so much that he spewed blood foam.

His body was already extremely tall, and this moment it was even more overwhelming for Feng Qiao, Qin Huaiyan saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and sighed:

"You're choking on this injury! After all, Zhuo Liu is a strong man at the peak of the Qingxu Upper Realm, half a step into the sky, his temper is already hot, he has always looked at you unpleasantly, do you not know, and dare to fight him in person like this? Liufeng, didn't my sister say you, you wouldn't think of a trick to kill him secretly? ”

Liufeng shook his head, and said with a reluctant smile: "It really doesn't matter to me, it's Jun Zinuo's backlash." ”

Qin Huaiyan jumped up suddenly: "Then why don't you hurry up?" Go back and let me see how your gentleman is hurting. ”

The gentleman of the flowing wind, his natal soldier.

Natal Primal Soldiers are weapons that are connected to the cultivator's natal and bloodline, and once they are damaged, they will correspondingly regurgitate the cultivator's body, causing heavy damage.

The light will hurt the body, and the worst will be completely ruined.

If the natal primordial soldier is unfortunately broken, then this cultivator will only have one ending of certain death.

Feng Qiao's room in Liufeng was actually the first time to enter, but obviously Qin Huaiyan was familiar with the road. The interior of the room was extremely luxuriously decorated, but Feng Qiao didn't have the heart to look at it, and together with Qin Huaiyan, he helped Liufeng to the bed to rest.

After feeding the elixir, he closed his eyes and breathed for a while Liufeng's face finally looked a little better.

"Gentleman Nuo Gentleman!"

Qin Huaiyan urged repeatedly: "Condense it and let me see it." ”

Liufeng looked like he wanted to refuse, but after Feng Qiao's worried gaze, he finally smiled bitterly and slowly raised his hand.

The familiar cyan yuan power flowed between his fingers, and it was difficult to condense into a sharp long sword.

The silver-white color, the cold light of the blade is sharp, but on the sword body, there are many tiny scars.

Is it just a fine mark?

Feng Qiao was shocked.

But such a fine mark made the flowing wind suffer such a heavy blow?

She suddenly remembered the Nine Punishments.

The rusty sword that was so damaged that it was almost impossible to distinguish its original form, Ruoyuan's natal soldier-

Ruoyuan's body, what should be injured? (To be continued.) )