That prince Zhan Ye, even if he doesn't have a divine beast, but he is so smart and sharp, he is also a great enemy.

Zhan Ye's cleverness is different from Meng Qitian's, Meng Qitian is insidious and cunning, setting up a game step by step, while Zhan Ye is just a matter of not making a move, and when he makes a move, he is definitely coming towards a deadly place!

The atmosphere is calm, the wind of the king!

No wonder with his strength to summon the Purple Flame Qilin, he dared to take the initiative to provoke Mo Lian!

Zhan Ye also raised his head from the back of the battle situation, looking at the huge and powerful phantom spirit beast, his pupils condensed slightly.

Is that the Phantom Spirit Beast, the Holy Beast of the rumored Divine Beasts!

With such a summoned beast, Mo Lian is indeed a tricky enemy.

The main thing he wanted to kill today was the red lotus, but he hadn't seen the red lotus appear so far, thinking about it, it was impossible for that arrogant woman to hide, she must not be here.

However, he has already provoked the phantom spirit beast, and when he comes out, he has to fight!

Shaking the sword in his hand, a purple flame suddenly rose up beside him, and the purple flame unicorn appeared in the air, he jumped up, the long sword pointed at Mo Lian, and the purple flame shot from the tip of the sword!

The phantom spirit beast dodged away with Mo Lian, and a terrifying thunderbolt shot out from its wings, and it returned to the war field without showing weakness!

The fierce battle between the two sides begins!

The enchantment will not spread to the outside, but such a powerful battle will cause a sensation that is almost devastating, and naturally attracts the people who come out in the early morning to watch from afar!

I saw the prince's purple flame fire unicorn soaring into the air, the purple flames around him were churning, and under the feet of the fire unicorn was a purple sea of fire, and a pitch-black beast penetrated out of the purple sea of fire, the black thunder on its wings swept over, and the purple fire unicorn could barely stop it from falling from mid-air!

The people let out an exclamation, and they all pinched a cold sweat for His Royal Highness the Prince!

The Purple Flame Qilin is not as good as the level of the Phantom Spirit Beast, but the strength of the war field itself is still not to be underestimated!

Mo Lian can't fight, and the phantom beast is also very strong in battle, and the terrifying black thunder light will turn into ashes as long as it is accidentally touched!

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zhan Ye's forehead, he could fight, but if he wanted to win the phantom spirit beast, it was almost impossible!

However, he wouldn't let Mo Lian go so willingly!

Thinking of Beiyue's death, how could he be at peace in his heart?

The long sword slashed at the phantom spirit beast, and the war field exerted its greatest strength, and the purple flames burned towards the phantom beast's wings!

"Why kill her!" Shouted angrily, only such anger can become the strength for him to fight with such a strong person!

"Her life has been so desolate, why did she completely ruin her?"

The phantom spirit beast didn't understand what this human was talking about, there were countless people Mo Lian had killed, and there were more people looking for Mo Lian to take revenge, but unfortunately, it has not succeeded so far!

The phantom spirit beast didn't want to delay the battle, so it was ready to quickly deal with the prince and leave with Mo Lian to heal his wounds, and it would be even worse if he even destroyed his ears.

The huge wings opened in an instant, overwhelming the sky, and countless thunder rays converged under the wings, intertwining in horror.

"It turned out that the Holy Spirit was fighting, no wonder there was such a powerful coercion." Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind.

The phantom spirit beast was startled, ignored the battle field for the time being, and glanced back.

I saw that on the roof behind me, the white-clothed fierce evil was standing there, looking at them evilly, as if waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

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Mo Lian, this unlucky child.