Horror filled his wide-eyed eyes, blood poured out of his mouth, and his body quickly retreated, falling directly to the ground.

Yuan opened a pair of eyes and died directly, he didn't understand until he died, what kind of magic weapon was in his hand.

"Sure enough, it's the Dinghai God Needle." A strange look flashed in the black eyes of the black-clothed man in the lead, and he looked at Xuan Ming with burning eyes.

"The king of the dragon clan, I have been silent for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that today, I will be touched, I can die in your hands, I will die without regrets." The black robe swept up, and the piece of cloth that covered his face flew up, revealing the high bridge of his nose.

The man's skin was as smooth as jade, and as white as jade.

"Who are you? How do you know this king? Seeing that you are not a thing in the pool, why do you obey the orders of others? Xuan Ming solved all the black-clothed people, and the "Dinghai Divine Needle" pointed directly at the man's nose.

"I'm just a junior, not an outsider." Cold without any emotion, worthy of a killer.

Feng Jiutian secretly paid attention to him, and his heart was full of victory.

"The person who can know the king of the Dao is definitely not a mediocre person, it's a pity that you died. However, this king will still kill you. A sneer tugged at the corner of Xuan Ming's mouth, brandished the "Dinghai Divine Needle", and fought with the man.

The man had also been injured before, but it was not difficult to fight with Xuan Ming, and Xuan Ming was not at a disadvantage because of serious injuries.

Two people, one black and one gold, were entwined into a ball, and they struck from heaven to earth, and from earth to heaven.

The battle was so exciting that it almost made Feng Jiutian clap her hands, which increased her will to subdue him even more.

He, she is bound to win.

After more than ten rounds, the man gradually lost his physical strength, and was hit in the head by Xuan Ming's stick and fell straight from the air.

The man lay on the ground in an extremely embarrassed position, his limbs sinking deep into the dirt.

Feng Jiutian slowly walked towards him, his eyes shining brightly.

And Xuan Ming, who flew down from the air, was about to give the man the last blow with a stick.

The man was already deeply closed, waiting for the moment of death, as a killer, he was never afraid of life and death.

His whole body was sore, his limbs were broken, he was like a waste, and it was useless, so he might as well die.

"Xuan Ming, leave a living mouth." Feng Jiutian's timely words stopped his movements.

Feng Jiutian glanced at Xuan Ming and squatted down.

"Jiutian, what are you doing here? If he has a mouth to live, he will surely be in great trouble in the future. Xuan Ming reminded at the right time.

"I know the truth, but the living good medicine is not used in vain, and it will be said when it is dead." Feng Jiutian had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and then squatted down.

Xuan Ming didn't understand what she meant, but he felt that there was something eerie in her words, so he didn't ask any more.

Feng Jiutian stretched out his fingers to take away the black cloth covering his face.

"What are you going to do?" There was a rare hint of panic in the cold voice, and the dark eyes like jewels looked fixedly at the thief hand that was close to him.

Feng Jiutian didn't answer, his little hand vigorously picked up his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"Well, yes, the eyes are deep enough and beautiful."

Xuan Ming "......"

Man "......"

Removing the cloth head, a handsome and cold face appeared, with facial features as delicate as in a Greek statue, ghostly and ingenious, and his facial features were deep and exquisite.