This is a real battlefield, and there will be no "male protagonist" as soon as he arrives, and "passers-by" will consciously stand aside as a background board, and wait for the emotional drama to be over and then come to play.

The people who suddenly appeared in the battle were indeed chaotic for many people.

But then, you don't have to see who is coming, how can this once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane, this group of experienced killers be delayed.

However, the broken swords that piled up around the two of them because of the invisible silver light were the most merciless mockery.

The crisp sound of "pop", in this panic rainstorm, is actually nerve-wracking.

Feng Xiyuan accepted the umbrella.

Of course, the rain did not stop, but the spatial element that was at his disposal sheltered the two of them from the rain.

His Majesty Yao Yue, who has the essence of hypocrisy, understands that this is not the time to have an atmosphere.

There was a thrust behind him that pushed the two of them to rise slowly, and Ye Ling silently felt it, like an elf, he had never seen such a lively elemental power.

The fairy holding his wife floated high enough, so that the people on the entire long street naturally saw the face that made people breathe subconsciously light.

It's not the beauty that is picturesque, but the gold there!

One million taels!

God TM doesn't care where he got out, what ghost is hiding, hurry up and die!

The vigorous desire and killing intent swept the sky, and the rain became more corrosive, directly corroding into people's hearts.

At this moment, the interests are greater than the predicament, cannibalism, and at the beginning, one after another, when they will reach the corners of their clothes that are still fluttering in the fairy rain, they are divided by people's swords.

There are also those who secretly sneak out of the air, but they are only slapped back to the place with disgust like flies by the power of the thick layer of space that overhangs and covers the entire long street.

Feng Xiyuan looked down for a short while, his expression was faint, and his eyes were also faint, and he didn't think that he was the one who caused this chaos.

"Madam, Lianxin is really bitter." Saying this, Feng Xiyuan didn't turn his gaze, and his eyes drifted around, and he felt a little bit of weakness.

Ye Lingyi's eyes were still glued to Feng Xiyuan's face, and when she heard his words, she was stunned for a while.

He seemed to have a posture of sudden recovery of his divine soul, and of course she could guess that it was the effect of the Snow Clan's Holy Lotus. It's just that he has never recovered, and she has thought of a lot of explanations, but she has never taken the joke of the day seriously.

The medicinal power of the Holy Lotus is eight points in the heart of the lotus, what a reason......

But what's the matter?

On an improper occasion, Ye Lingyi was such a person, and now he was thinking about the ownerless, and he was instinctively angry and let out a short laugh.

The scattered gaze immediately gathered, and this idea of laughter was taken away by the piercing gaze.

"How can I see that you don't feel bitter in your heart?" Ye Lingyi pursed her lips, her face was cold, and she was indignant in her heart, these words rolled in her mouth and rolled in a daze, she didn't spit it out, if she wanted to tease people, she would change her way, and if she laughed angrily, it would be considered a laugh?

Wisps of cold qi flowed from Ye Lingyi's hands, condensed into an ice umbrella again, and there was an extra wisp of qi that shook away the surrounding space elements.

The rainstorm fell unhindered for the second time, and the smashing on the ice umbrella was an extraordinarily ping-pong sound that was not seen before.

If you don't hear it, you don't get upset!

It was a monstrous anger that ran away without a trace, and only a breath of sulking was left so that people wanted to burst out.

Feng Xiyuan got what she wanted, and was no longer idle to annoy her, her left hand reached behind her to avoid the wound and hugged Ye Lingyi's waist, and her empty right hand stretched out.

Biluo, who didn't know where to smoke the cold, let out a soft roar, and fell into his hand like a ghost.

"Madam," Feng Xiyuan called softly, and her perennial brows and eyes gradually closed into nothingness, and then instantly showed a bright look, "As you wish." ”

Biluo's uncontrollable humming sound finally attracted the attention of the crazy people below, and everyone looked up in unison, ignoring the raindrops that smashed into their eyes, just wanting to see the source of the sound, with a ridiculous purpose - their gold, is it okay?

In Ye Lingyi's purple eyes, there was an imperceptible faint brilliance.

The five basic spiritual roots are all possessed, the space system, the summoning system, and the emperor-level spiritual veins all over the body.

The spiritual power of the seven departments is seven times that of a person of the same level, and he comes from the dust, who knows how much his cultivation exceeds the heavenly level.

He's that old again.

Talented? Wickedness? More than that!

This man is clearly a bug who shouldn't exist in the world.

And this person, the waste in the eyes of the world, is her man.

This emotion, which may have never been seen before, quietly occupied Ye Lingyi's entire heart, and the joy was beating loudly in that square inch.

When Bi fell into Ye Lingyi's hand, it was just a sword, breaking through the sky, it was a very long and pretty sword, and at this moment, it seemed that it was simply Qu Cai.

Biluo in Feng Xiyuan's hands, that is the real Biluo.

Bi fell into Feng Xiyuan's hand and drew an arc from the bottom to the top, bringing up a little colorful light.

One in 10,000 is correct to guess: probably this light is better-looking, and there is no one to stop it below.

And when Biluo was waved down by the undisciplined and completely wrong way of holding the sword for the sake of beauty, the colorful light collapsed little by little, and the bright red and bloody flowers on the other side started from the foot of Feng Xiyuan, and in just one second, it opened all over the long street with the not magnificent sword light!

The torrential rain was like a torrential rain, and the flowers with stems and no leaves glowed with a hazy red light to protect themselves.

At the end of the river of flowers on the other side, an arc of blood-colored, broken crescent moon slowly rose.

Not from below the horizon, but from the sea of flowers, in this smoke and rain curtain, unscrupulously emitting such a full of blood light, together with the flowers on the other side below, this long street was dyed into a color.

It wasn't an illusion from the light of the sword, though it was unrealistically beautiful.

The flowers on the other side bloom and the blood moon rises

If anyone in the dust is here, and sees this scene in the legend, they will probably kneel down and sacrifice with blood in excitement.

Everyone in the Blood Moon Gate makes the Blood Moon, but only the Blood Moon Gate Master who sees the head and the end of the dragon can make this Yellow Spring Flower bloom in the world.

The crescent moon, the sea of flowers, the Biren standing under a pair of ice umbrellas in mid-air, the dark blood-red sky where the rain suddenly stopped because of the blood moon rising.

It's into the painting, I'm afraid that no paper can carry it.

Everything was perfect, except for the stunned group of killers below.

Those who spoil the scenery deserve punishment.

At this moment, it is most suitable to be a flower fertilizer.

The little beauties who were gently swaying their waists in the breeze suddenly turned into hideous beasts with huge mouths open.

In a group of three, all the flowers stretched their waists to their heart's content, twisting each other and climbing to the nearest person.

Of course there are people, no, I should say that everyone wants to rebel against this strange scene.

However, as soon as they jumped up, the originally gentle flower suddenly jumped several meters and dragged back those who dared not cooperate.

There was a scalp-popping sound, and there was no other sound, and everyone's mouths were sealed with one of the flowers.

What does it feel like to watch your blood trickle into a flower's body?

The last scene in his life is so beautiful that it is intoxicating, and for others, it is also terrifying to make people want to roar out of their throats, for the person concerned.

It's not a battle, it's a massacre, a melee warrior replaced by a mage with a map cannon, or a full-level crushing novice, the kind of instant kill, instant ace.

The blood moon hangs high, and the light shines on more than this street, in the entire Jinyang City, wherever there are killers, there are Huangquan demon flowers that grow arbitrarily.