A plush black palm descended on the battlefield, and all the magic weapons attacked like tickling. There were ripples around the palms, and then many magic weapons exploded.

The humanoid palms are covered with long black hair, which seems to be slow, but in fact it is instantaneous. Obviously, it was the big man of the Savage Continent who made a move, at least the peak existence of the Middle Five Realms.

Buyang knew that something was wrong, and secretly took out the teleportation talisman given by the Mending Heaven Pavilion. With this talisman, you can instantly leave the trapped dragon abyss, and you don't care whether you are a deserter or not. Seeing that the palm of his hand was approaching, he secretly timed his time in his heart.

When the black palm appeared, Hongyuan's complexion changed slightly. The voice of the coarse mine directly reached the Savage Continent: "Orc Bear, you have crossed the line. ”

The bone bow is held in the hand, and the arrow feathers that are warmed in the hole are placed on the bowstring. A white rainbow broke through the air, resisting the top of Buyang's head between breaths.

The rainbow light went straight through the furry palm from the bottom up. The hot blood was sprinkled like torrential rain, and the already fishy battlefield of the Lower Five Realms became more and more pungent.

The black palm froze slightly, and the man riding the black tiger came in person.

Hongyuan jumped up, his hand falling and his palm and arm separated.

The black tiger jumped up at the same time and grabbed the severed palm. After landing on the ground, he took a few sips, and a huge gap appeared in the palm.

Fortunately, the black tiger was obedient at this time, otherwise the palm of his hand would have fallen. Even if the spiritual power is lost, it can smash the human race below.

Hongyuan glanced at the black tiger with satisfaction, and advised: "The humanoid ones don't rob you, keep them and eat them slowly." ”

He looked at Buyang again, nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "The Netherworld Sculpture belongs to you, and there should be no outsiders to help you in the battle of geniuses." ”

Ignoring the ugly Netherworld Sculpture, he turned his head to look at the battlefield in front of him, and said: "Since the Savage Continent Shuai crossed the border first, don't blame me for not being merciful." ”

shouted, "Kill." ”

Falling back on the back of the Black Tiger, the latter also put away the booty palm. Leaping up, he resisted the front end of the battlefield of the lower five realms in his breath.

One person and one tiger drove straight in, and went straight into the blessed land of the demon group.

Buyang put away the talisman and said very seriously: "Thank you." ”

The Netherworld Sculpture smiled: "You don't need to thank me, if you want to thank me, go back and thank the elders of the Heavenly Pavilion." ”

Buyang Zhangji was puzzled: "What does this mean? It is impossible for the Heaven Replenishment Pavilion to intersect with the Savage Continent. ”

The Nether Eagle avoided answering, and changed the subject: "The politeness is over, and the unfinished battle between you and me should begin." ”

I can't help but say, the pitch-black eagle spreads its wings. In an instant, the light was obscured, and darkness descended on the earth.

With the flicking of his wings, hundreds of thousands of feathers shot out like flying swords. Densely packed, you can't see the gaps between the feathers.

In the torrent of feathers on his body, the wind around his body is crystal clear, like flowing ice crystals.

The cold chill suddenly erupted, and all the flying sword-like feathers around his body froze and froze.

Mending Yang's fists were linked, and pieces of feathers were smashed into powder. The man in the shawl also ran through the torrent, walking on the ground without slowing down in the slightest.

Wherever he passed, the frost followed, and the strong body was even more rampage.

The Netherworld Sculpture hovered in mid-air and was amazed: "What a person who is the first person in the Martial Dao of the Lower Five Realms, not only cultivating the Great Dragon of the Martial Dao. And it has the attribute of coldness, so that the internal force also has the advantage of freezing thousands of miles. ”

Looking closely, the pupils of the Netherworld Sculpture contracted. Around Buyang's fist, there was a faint silver dragon wandering.

The Netherworld Sculpture exclaimed: "The martial arts dragon is outward, is it still human?"

Putting away his thoughts and concentrating on vigilance, the pitch-black wings stirred up again. The Nether Eagle's body shot violently, and it was like a flying sword killing the other party.

The real life-and-death struggle unfolds, and Buyang seems to be strolling in the torrent of feathers.

In fact, he knows that he has suffering, and he always keeps the cold and piercing bones in his body. The consumption of internal force is extremely huge, and it is already stretched to the limit if it lasts less than ten breaths in the torrent of feathers.

The swift ghost eagle is an unreserved all-out blow, and it is in harmony with the intention of mending the yang. One move determines the winner, and it is extremely disadvantageous for him to drag it on.

Buyang roared: "Martial Dao Dragon, rise." ”

"Whew" two consecutive dragon groans vibrated out in Buyang's body, and then two big dragons, one red and one silver, slowly appeared above his head.

The dragon is the ancestor of the demon race, and he is born to suppress all the bloodlines of the demon race. As soon as the two big dragons came out, the rushing Netherworld Dao was obviously stagnant.

He was even more shocked: "What the hell, two martial arts dragons." ”

A chill ran through the heart of the ghostly eagle muttering to himself, and a martial arts dragon was enough for it to eat a pot. If two of them are killed at the same time, even if they can barely resist, they will have to lose half their lives.

It didn't know that Buyang was also a full blow, in case it was seriously injured and Buyang would be intact. Thinking of the demon clan killed by the mending sun, the ghost eagle was even more chilled.

There is no fighting spirit, and fighting is equivalent to death. The Nether Eagle knew that it could not fight again, and it was the best choice to turn around and escape.

Just when he made up his mind to escape, an accident happened. I saw that the crimson martial arts dragon above Buyang's head suddenly disappeared, as if he had been summoned somewhere else.

The opportunity to fill the yang itself was suddenly disordered, and the silver martial arts dragon that had not yet condensed and formed was shattered by its own chaotic opportunity.

It is really a mountain and a heavy water, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. The Netherworld Sculpture was overjoyed, and the battle spirit burned again.

The convergence of his mind burst out, and the pitch-black beak hovered at the center of the Yang Supplemental Eyebrow.

Buyang calmly said, "Why don't you kill me." ”

The Netherworld Sculpture didn't answer, and prevaricated: "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

Buyang was shocked, and asked again: "Are you going to let me go?"

The Nether Eagle nodded heavily: "I didn't want to kill you, otherwise why did I remind you just now?"

"There will be a period of time when he is fighting" turned around and flew back to the Netherworld Sculpture of the Barren Continent, and threw down a sentence from afar.

Buyang was full of questions, why the ghost eagle didn't kill himself became a mystery. The disappearance of the good martial arts dragon is also a mystery that I can't figure out.

Slowly fell silent, and after some induction, he suddenly looked up at the Sleepy Dragon Continent.

Buyang was gloomy: "It turned out that the thing was returned to its original owner, and it should have surpassed me in the Three Realms." ”

And the back is cold, which is even more terrifying than when he just treated the demon clan.

"The battle for the avenue is endless, and sooner or later I will have to get back what belongs to me. ”

The flowers bloom two and each show a branch, but it is said that the punishment of the fierce battle in the palace of Mashou is true. Impatient, he mobilized all the internal forces in the meridians, and shouted: "Martial Dao Dragon, get out of here." ”

A dragon roar suddenly sounded, and a crimson dragon appeared above Xingzhen's head out of thin air.

Drawn by the real opportunity of punishment, the big dragon was submerged in the body. Xing Zhen only felt that a flame was burning in his body, and his whole body was unbearably hot.

The only way to do this is to keep punching and pass on the heat to the enemy. Looking closely again, after a dragon groan, all the puppets were fixed on the spot.

Like a wooden stake, it freezes the action of the previous moment. Even, some are tearing the Praetorian Guards in their hands in half.

It turns out that the martial arts dragon also has dragon energy, and it is only stronger than that of Ma Ruiguan.

The overjoyed Xing Zhen struck with a fist, and after a punch, the puppet actually burned on its own.

Xing Zhen didn't understand why this was the case, but it was scary because of the high calories in the body. You can burn the puppet, which is a bit scary.

The crisis in Huye Mountain is imminent, and Majing County is also in chaos. Xing Zhen didn't have time to think about it, and it was the king to solve the palace affairs as soon as possible.

The puppets were immobilized, and all the Praetorian Guards and crossbowmen defected. Prince Marui was in the hands of no one available, and after being disappointed, he sat on the ground.

The face is like ashes, but there is no other way but to wait for the next punishment.

After all, Ma Ruiguan is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and the rebellion is also their own business. Xingzhen didn't hurt the killer, and after capturing it, he handed it over to Princess Ruixue.

After the first battle, Xingzhen did not stop at all, and threw down a sentence after clenching his fists: "I'll go to Huye Mountain." ”

Without waiting for Emperor Ma Fengshuo and Princess Ruixue to respond, one person and one dog left in a hurry. The speed is even faster than that of a war horse.

As he approached the city gate, Xing Zhen saw a woman dressed as a maid in the crowd. He was holding a child crying and shouting, "Madam, where are you, Madame?" ”

The child was squeezed by the crowd and had difficulty breathing, and his little face was red and purple. The mouth grows, and there is no intake or outgas.

The little maid drifted like a boat in the crowd, and was about to approach the city gate. It's always the crowd of the ** team that crowds to other places, and the thin body is powerless to resist at all.

After coming and going, the little maid actually got farther away from the city gate. Where she was, she was completely ignorant. He is not tall, and all that catches his eye is a moving head.

The little maid was hoarse, and she couldn't see any hope of getting out of the city. Helpless, fortunately gave up the struggle, let the body be pushed by the crowd, and did not know where he would end up.

The only thing that can be done is to keep the child in her arms. I'd rather bear it more for myself than let him be squeezed.

Suddenly, the little girl's waist was embraced, and she thought that there were still people thinking about eating tofu at this time.

couldn't help but be angry, and forcibly raised the only strength he had. Glaring at the bricks, he saw a gentle smile on a swarthy face.

opened his mouth, but for some reason, he scolded and didn't say anything.

"I'll take you out of town. The swarthy boy had a warm voice that could be heard clearly in the noisy crowd.

The little maid subconsciously nodded slightly: "Thank you, childe." ”

Then I felt my figure rise from the ground, and I saw the young man leap over everyone and crash into the city wall in a daze.

I just didn't know why I believed in the swarthy boy, but now my trust is gone. will inevitably crash into the city wall, and instead of being squeezed to death by the crowd, he will knock himself out of the blood flow.

The little maid closed her eyes as if she was resigned, but she was quite calm and did not exclaim.

Instead, he tried to twist his body and move the child into his arms. His body leaned forward, and he would crash into the city wall first when he crossed the child.

Xing Zhen saw it in his eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and whispered: "So many people are crowded together, but it is precisely because of this that I saved you." ”

Seeing that he was approaching the city wall, Xing Zhen stepped on the wall with his feet, and his figure jumped up again. In this way, he borrowed his strength three times and jumped to the wall with the little maid in his arms.

Then he fell straight down from the opposite side of the city wall, and when he was close to the ground, the punishment appeared at the feet of Xingzhen.

The little girl who opened her eyes, after the instant surprise. I saw the young man carrying a small puppy, stepping on a flying sword, and his figure became smaller and smaller. After two or three breaths, it disappears from sight.

The little maid was extremely dazed, and couldn't understand what that sentence was because of this matter. looked fixedly at the direction of the young man's departure, and repeatedly said to himself: "Thank you, Childe." ”

"Are you alright?" the woman hurried. First, he cared about his personal servant, and saw that he nodded to confirm that he was fine.

Stretched out his hand to take the child in the maid's arms: "It's okay, I've worked hard for you." In the future, you will be the child's sister and teach the child how to behave. ”

The woman cared first for her handmaiden, and then for her own son, and the maidservant named Ya'er saw it in her eyes and remembered it in her heart.

didn't want to be the child's sister, but replied solemnly: "Madame, don't worry, I will definitely take care of my son." ”

"Don't call him son-in-law, call him brother in the future, we are a family. The woman feigned anger and admonished.

Then he remembered and asked, "Who is the immortal just now, do you know him?"

Ya'er said frankly: "I don't know." ”

The woman was not disappointed, and patted Ya'er on the shoulder: "Good people have good rewards, and the gods see it in their eyes." ”

Ya'er didn't think about it, looked in the direction of the swarthy boy's departure, and prayed: "Thank you immortals, good people have good rewards, and good gods also have good rewards." ”