"What should I do?"

Zhou Bo's heart was cold, Zhang Chen's attack had already bypassed him, and he couldn't block it head-on, and now he chased it over to block it, but he couldn't reveal his attack power, even if he blocked it, even if he protected his body, he would lose his combat effectiveness at the least, and he would be killed or injured at worst.

If he doesn't block it, Yuehua will definitely lose, and then his fate will not be much better.

"Whew!"

Gasping for air, Zhou Bo's face was unprecedentedly solemn, a ruthless color flowed out of his eyes, he turned his head suddenly, his body turned into a streamer, and caught up with Zhang Chen's attack.

"Suffer death!"

Feng Jing'er and Deng Xiaochang shouted loudly, their eyes saw the silver-white spiritual power behind Yuehua, a smug smile crossed the corner of their mouth, and a cold light flashed all over their bodies, and the spiritual power suddenly flowed in the palm of their hands, as if two parallel meteors crossed the sky, one left and one right, attacking Yuehua.

The cold wind blew whirring, and the black cloth that hit Yuehua's face outlined his angular face. Squinting her eyes slightly, Yuehua snorted coldly, and a stream of heat gushed out from under the dantian, and the spiritual power rushed like a huge wave on the two streamers drawn by Feng Jing'er and Deng Xiaochang.

"Be careful!"

As soon as he blocked the attack of Feng Jing'er and Deng Xiaochang, Zhou Bo's shout came from behind him, and then a metal-sharp light, like thousands of long swords passing through, Yuehua turned around abruptly, and a surging silver-white spiritual power was enlarged in his pupils.

Yuehua trembled violently, her whole body tensed, and she gritted her teeth fiercely, trying to resist this attack. Suddenly, a black shadow descended from the sky and blocked in front of him.

"Bump!"

A deafening crash sounded, causing the entire cultivation ground to tremble violently. The wind was howling, the sand was flying, and everyone's vision was blurred.

The flying sand covered Yuehua's eyelids, and Yuehua tried her best to open her eyes, and the slightly blurred figure in front of her splashed a piece of blood and sprayed on the ground.

"Flutter!"

The silver-white spiritual power directly penetrated Zhou Bo's body, taking him out a few feet away and falling towards the ground.

"No ......"

Yuehua's pupils contracted suddenly, facing the fierce wind, the soles of her feet lifted, stomped her feet fiercely, and rose into the air, her cheeks trembled slightly, her eyes were scarlet, and her throat let out a roar that resounded through the earth, picking up the Zhou Bo that fell from above.

The sun shone on the cultivation ground, and the bloodstains on the ground were glowing with blood-red cold light, although it was a scorching sun, but it made people shudder. The wind blew, and a strong smell of blood spread.

In the square where the wild sand was flying, a slender and tall masked young man, holding a bloody body in his hand, he squatted slightly, letting the wind hit his face, his emotions did not fluctuate, and his deep eyes, as if they were starry sky, emitted a bright light.

"Feng Jing'er, Deng Xiaochang, what are you waiting for, let's shoot together and get rid of him!"

Zhang Chen stepped on the wind, and his soft face, which seemed to be like a girl, suddenly turned into extremely resolute, his eyes flowed out a ruthless color, swept over the masked young man, and loudly scolded Feng Jing'er and Deng Xiaochang who were stunned there.

"Whew!"

Three fierce spiritual powers, like three-headed beasts, pounced on the masked boy who was half-squatting on the ground.

The masked young man gently put down the blood-drenched body in his hand, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said to Zhou Bo, who had an extremely weak breath on the ground: "You are tired, rest first, and then leave it to me!" ”

Getting up, the masked young man raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, stood in place, his deep eyes swept over Feng Jing'er, Deng Xiaochang, and Zhang Chen, and a chill like ice froze the air around him. made Feng Jing'er's attack freeze instantly.

"Feng Jing'er, Zhang Chen, Deng Xiaochang, it's time to end the grievances between us!"

A low and gentle voice floated out of the mouth of the masked young man, his slender and upright body, standing on the ground, like a statue, the wind blowing on his body, not moving.

"A feud between us? Are you referring to Zhou Bo, do you know Zhou Bo? ”

A mocking smile crossed the corner of Feng Jing'er's eyes, and she said coldly. Zhou Bo has lost his combat effectiveness, and only the masked boy is left, and he can't make any waves. She motioned for Deng Xiaochang and Zhang Chen to stop, staring at the masked boy with amusement.

The masked young man ignored Feng Jing'er, he slowly raised his right hand, removed the black cloth from his face, and revealed a handsome face. The sun shone on his face, glowing with a sparkling glow.

"Shh

There was a dead silence in the audience, and everyone's breathing was deliberately muffled. In the stands, in the middle of the three excellent positions, under the sunlight, Xue Tingting, whose whole body was shining with crystal light, her body trembled violently, her hands trembled uncontrollably, her lips pursed, and her mouth was open enough to swallow an egg. And Chong Yuan, beside her, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and his hands clenched into fists tightly.

"Yuehua!"

Feng Jing'er in the field bit her lips tightly, her voice almost slipped out of her throat, and her eyes, which were as black as ink, were dull, her face was unusually pale, and her cheeks twitched. His hands were clenched into fists, and his long nails were sunk deep into his palms.

Deng Xiaochang beside him, his narrow eyes, suddenly contracted, his slightly thick lips kept shaking, pointing at Yuehua, wanting to speak, but he couldn't make any sound in his throat.

Zhang Chen's feminine face suddenly distorted, and a chill shrouded his whole body. Slender fingers pretended to be indifferent across his cheeks, but the light reflected by the fingertips in the sunlight kept fluctuating.

"In just one month, he actually advanced from the intermediate spirit soldier realm to the high-level spirit soldier realm."

In the silent audience, I don't know who he shouted first, and then the audience was in an uproar. Then a series of discussions rang out.

"Wasn't he killed in Lintian Winery under the siege of Feng Jing'er, Deng Xiaochang, and Zhang Chen?"

"Who said that he was killed, I was still present at the time, he used his body to carry Zhang Chen's attack, and escaped from the spirit array with serious injuries."

"When he was in the intermediate spirit soldier realm, he killed Yan Zehao, and he survived under the siege of Feng Jing'er, Deng Xiaochang, and Zhang Chen, and now he has advanced to the advanced spirit soldier realm, how should he be perverted!"

……

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Xue Tingting's face dropped sharply, her lips pursed, and her eyes flashed a cold light. An aura of slaughter hung over him.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I was in retreat for a month, so many things happened in the primary spiritual courtyard, Yuehua, if you really have an accident, how do you tell Aunt Yang to live!

While Xue Tingting was muttering to herself, an uplifting voice sounded in the corner of the audience's seat.

"He actually really came back, and he was even promoted to the high-level spirit soldier realm!"

This inspiring voice was issued by Xu Wei, his eyes flowed with unprecedented excitement, and he punched the railing uncontrollably, and the blood in his whole body boiled as if it were boiling water.

Wei Jie, who was beside him, looked shocked and remained silent for a long time.