The addition of Wu Shixiong naturally made a significant change in the battle situation.

The aura around the Imperial Soul became even colder when Mingzhu spoke, and he had already known that it was impossible for this so-called self-proclaimed Spirit Sect Leader to rise up alone, so he had been careful to guard against it, but he didn't expect that there would be Wu Shixiong among the people who came.

and the tone in which she spoke to Wu Shixiong, which made him even more curious about her identity, and her words also showed that she was not the 'master', that is, she was not Shi Ling'er, because Wu Shixiong's master was only Shi Ling'er.

The Imperial Soul fought against the two of them alone, and the situation was a little bad, especially when Mingzhu also threw some powder at him, he instinctively frowned and retreated to the side, but he was directly blocked by Wu Shixiong, and at the same time, his body was even contaminated with these white powders in his breath.

After that, Wu Shixiong and Mingzhu retreated at the same time, and when the Imperial Soul was a little puzzled by their movements, Mingzhu looked at him with an obvious mocking smile and took out a piccolo from his sleeve.

Seeing this, the royal soul frowned, and a bad premonition hit his heart. But he didn't retreat, but rushed towards the two of them more quickly, it was useless to escape, everything had to be faced directly, because everything had to have an ending.

However, when he was about to rush in front of Mingzhu, Mingzhu's flute suddenly sounded, and the movement of the imperial soul suddenly froze, and then his face turned pale.

Mingzhu continued to play the piccolo, walking towards the Imperial Soul step by step, walking back and forth around the Imperial Soul who was forced to endure, with pity and mockery on his face. At the beginning, Changping didn't succeed in controlling it, and in the end, she still relied on the master to go out in person, so this time she was bound to win the soul, and they couldn't all resist this soul control technique, and this time she was a little better than last time.

Wu Shixiong stood aside, looking at the 'performance' of the two with extreme disdain.

However, as time went on, Mingzhu's expression gradually became vicious and impatient, could this imperial soul be more uncontrollable than Changping? She didn't allow it! Not allowed! Mingzhu blew the piccolo in her hand even harder, she had been cultivating soul control so hard for so long, even the master praised her, how could she not control him, how could she!

Just as the Imperial Soul was trying to stay awake and Mingzhu was playing hard, a voice with an obvious joke broke the unusually anxious atmosphere here, "This play is really hard work." ”

Wu Shixiong immediately looked at the person who suddenly appeared at the door, Mingzhu also stopped playing the flute and looked over, because the sound of the flute stopped, the spirit of the imperial soul was immediately soothed, but his face was still pale, and he also turned his head slightly to look over.

I saw Murong Ying, as well as Ying San and Ying Si who followed behind him, slowly walked in.

Murong Ying's eyes looked coldly at the person with the same face as Feng Lanjun, and said disdainfully, "Facing other people's faces, imitating other people's tones, and occupying everything from others, hehe, I don't know what this person who was born with no self should call that?"

"What do you mean by facing someone else's face?" Mingzhu roared with resentment in her heart, "This is what I am, it should be said that Feng Lanjun is wearing my face." ”

"Hehe, it's really funny that you are so eager to explain. ”

"You..."Mingzhu's expression was extremely atmospheric, but the next second she suddenly laughed, and threw a wink at Murong Ying, "What, Eagle Gate Master, isn't this the face you like." ”

"Hmph, that also depends on who the owner of this face is. ”

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to talk about," Mingzhu looked at Wu Shixiong.

Wu Shixiong nodded slightly, he has nothing to say, so let's go directly, now in this situation, is the battle the most beneficial, he is not sure, after all, I don't know how many people are coming from this Eagle Gate, but now there is no other choice No.

Mingzhu let out a long roar, this situation should be the turn of her newly recruited subordinates, and it is only interesting for her own people to beat her own people. However, she called for a long time, and none of the people from the Shura Palace who had been controlled before were present, which made her brows furrow.

"What, no one uses it?" Murong Ying said in an obviously teasing tone.

"You did it?"

"Hehe, I'm here for you, how can I let anyone else disturb me. Murong Ying looked at this familiar face carefully, and sighed slightly in her heart, even if it was similar, it was not Feng Lanjun, Feng Lanjun was unique, and no one could imitate it.

"Don't let anyone else bother?!hehe... You killed them?!"

Murong Ying was noncommittal.

"No, you won't kill them," Mingzhu's expression suddenly became cold, and his tone became extremely indifferent, as if he was like Feng Lanjun's usual expression, "If you kill them, won't you be my enemy, and you will really be my enemy?!"

Listening to this unusually familiar voice, even the same tone, and this extremely similar face, the dark light in the depths of Murong Ying's eyes flickered, no wonder someone said that she was Feng Lanjun, if she had such a look from the beginning, I am afraid that even he would not be able to distinguish it, at least not immediately.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Murong Ying's heart, it was obvious that they had made great preparations for this, or this matter had already been implemented very early, otherwise, how could a person imitate such a similarity, unless she was a natural imitator.

Murong Ying suddenly rushed directly towards her, such an imitation was an insult to her, and he would never allow it.

Murong Ying was menacing, just when he was about to rush in front of Mingzhu, Wu Shixiong, who had been secretly accumulating strength, suddenly intercepted his movements, in this case, he couldn't let this Mingzhu be in any danger, in fact, he didn't care if she died or not, but let the master's plan go to ruin, that would never be allowed.

Eagle 3 and Eagle 4 also stepped forward directly, and at the same moment, a group of black-clothed people also appeared on Wu Shixiong's side and directly exchanged hands with them.

Although they came here, although they took the lead, it was impossible not to bring their own people, especially now that the people in the rivers and lakes have taken so many shots against the Spirit Sect, how could they not bring some of their own forces.

Mingzhu retreated to the back by himself, just coldly watched them make a move, Murong Ying, this is what you jumped in by yourself, since you are so attentive, then how can she not give you face, Mingzhu picked up the piccolo in her hand again, put it to her mouth and blew it, since it is more troublesome to control you for the time being, then she will increase her strength for her people and defeat you directly, isn't it more profitable to control, Mingzhu's eyebrows and eyes brought a thick smile, who would laugh and say in the end, I don't know.

Murong Ying's eyes were slightly gloomy, they had already taken precautions against this Spirit Sect's soul control technique, and they could stuff things in their ears to prevent being charged, but this didn't seem to have any effect on the current situation, because people controlled their own people.

Through the crowd, Murong Ying looked at the person playing the flute, this person is really annoying, especially if he wants to imitate Xiao Jun'er in everything, it is even more hateful.

The fighting here is getting fiercer, and the people are getting more and more ruthless and ruthless. The people of the Eagle Gate are no longer merciful, this is not the attitude towards the people of the Shura Palace before, and now killing is the only means.

The already injured Imperial Soul also forcibly entered the battle at this moment, how to say that he is also the protector of the Shura Palace, and there is no reason to let others help the enemy, and he watches behind his back, and the hostile is still the impostor of the palace master of their Shura Palace, and this matter should be ended by his own hands. However, the power of the other party's continuous blessings, as well as the large amount of energy he had lost in controlling the soul before, made him a little more than he could do.

Just when he was besieged by several people, some of them were unfavorable, and Murong Ying was still fighting against Wu Shixiong, two or three rapid bright lights flashed, shooting directly towards the people besieging him, alleviating his urgent need, and after that, another flute suddenly sounded, directly covering the place, whether it was the two warring sides or the pearl of the flute, they all stopped their movements with uncertain expressions, and looked at the door with the same gaze.

Mingzhu's eyes shone with a stern light, because she felt it most obviously, the sound of the flute was obviously coming at her, and it was also to cancel out her flute, which made her not gloomy.

Outside the door, a person in a light blue robe walked in, with a firm step and a calm expression, but her appearance directly startled everyone in the hall.

"Master?"

"Miss Wind?"

"Little Jun'er?"

Several voices murmured in low voices, mingling with intense surprise and delight.

There is no doubt that the person who walked in outside the door was Feng Lanjun, who they had not been able to find for a long time, which made Murong Ying, Yu Soul and others not surprised, she finally appeared, just like at the beginning, so indifferent, so fearless, and so calm.

Feng Lanjun glanced at the audience, then nodded slightly towards Murong Ying and the Imperial Soul, his gaze fell directly on Mingzhu beside Wu Shixiong, and then walked slowly towards her step by step.

Getting closer and closer, but her indifferent look from beginning to end made Mingzhu's face solemn, and she seemed to have a trace of fear, "Feng Lanjun, no, you are not Feng Lanjun, she is dead." ”

"Really?"

"Stop, don't go any further. ”

"If you don't leave, how can you see clearly. ”

Wu Shixiong suddenly stood in front of Mingzhu, looking at the extremely indifferent person in front of him, there was an inexplicable light in his eyes, "Without internal strength, you are already a wasted person." ”

As soon as Wu Shixiong spoke, he directly affirmed her identity, but also pointed out her situation at this time, on the cliff at the beginning, the effect of the Xiaogong Pill she ate was remarkable, although even he had to admit that her fist and foot kung fu was good, but without internal strength, she was still destined to never go further, and what about her fists and feet, she was still not as good as those with deep internal strength, especially him.

If there is a war, the outcome is obvious, this is something that anyone who practices martial arts understands, even Murong Ying and the others are no exception.

"Hmph, even if everyone in the world is a waste, Xiao Jun'er can't be," Murong Yingming said with a flickering defense, "And with me, how can Xiao Jun'er need to do it himself." ”