Chapter 269: Completion of the United States 27

As soon as this scene came out, there was silence in the hall for a moment.

Then, Zhong Ling jumped up from Xu Yan's arms, looked at the top of the hall and shouted: "Who is there!" ”

Before she could finish speaking, a huge whirlpool gathered in her hand and roared towards the top of the main hall.

At the same time, she also flew up, holding the gathered wind blade in her hand, which came before the whirlpool.

, the so-called internal repair here is so awesome?!

Moreover, what about the heroine who said that she was good was just an internal cultivator?

The strong wind brought up by the swing of the blade is so terrifying!

Yin Hua got up and pulled a thousand faces and transferred to another hall beam.

As soon as he stood still, Zhong Ling's wind blade had already arrived.

One hit missed, and she directly swung another wind blade without condensation, slashing towards the temple beam where Yin Hua and Qianmian were.

There are two beams on the main hall, and there is no way to avoid it.

Yin Hua put away the indifference on his face, took a handful of medicine, took out a short sword and shook it, the sword body grew violently, and swept away the wind blade that Zhong Ling swung over.

But after such a while, Zhong Ling's hand holding the wind blade also arrived.

Qianmian raised his hand to condense his qi, and before he could make any more moves, Yin Hua held down his hand, and with the other hand, he held a sword to block the approaching Zhong Ling.

"Don't make a move, if you make a move, you won't be able to cover it."

A faint concern flashed in Qianmian's eyes: "You have injuries on your body?" ”

Yin Hua pinched Qianmian's hand and didn't let go, he threw the person behind him, pursed his lips and didn't answer.

I didn't bother to answer.

With such a move, both her and the Thousand Faces invisibility talisman were useless.

Both of their figures were exposed.

Zhong Ling had a target, and the wind blade continued to swing over, and the power was greater and greater, and it was surprisingly difficult.

A long sword dances with a tiger and a mighty Yinhua, eager to grow eight hands.

Before she could grow one more hand, Xu Yan below saw the figures of the two of them appear, and he didn't care why his little cutie suddenly got better and was so powerful, he also flew up and joined the battle group.

Xu Yan is a very good martial arts cultivator, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to rise out among the descendants of the Xu family by his acting skills alone, and he was also appreciated and promoted by the ancestors of the Xu family.

As he flew up, he opened fire.

With a shake of his arms, the sleeves of both arms were torn open, revealing his metallic arms.

He didn't use any weapons, his arms were weapons, bringing out a huge amount of energy, and the skin of the person who cut it was faintly painful.

Probably in order to prove that he was not out of order in front of his sweetheart, Xu Yan was like taking a stimulant, and greeted Yin Hua with a sigh.

This is so unscientific.

Yinhua complained.

It didn't take it easy at all.

She's only got a layer of blood now, blood skin.

She is now a weak woman who is still protecting a person, a weak woman.

It's so special that I don't pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!

You have the ability to go it alone.

Yin Hua picked up Zhong Ling's wave of wind blades, and after his hands were cheap, he began to talk cheap again.

"This young lady, how can you do this to me?"

"I kindly showed you what happened to your lover, how can you take revenge?"

At this time, Zhong Ling, the previous image of the little white rabbit was broken, and the sense of oppression of being in a high position for a long time was released without money.

"No more nonsense! Who are you?! Why in my dormitory! ”

Yin Hua freed out the hand that was pinching Qianmian and pointed at Xu Yan: "This little brother can be here, why can't I?!" ”

"I'm also my sister, your admirer~"

Zhong Ling's eyes flashed with anger, and he continued to shake the wind knife without saying a word...