Yan Ying's face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, and he gritted his teeth, like an enraged lion:

"Ouyang Ji, you are still alive......"

Chang Xi took off the crane he was wearing, wrapped it in the glory of the morning light, glanced at Yan Ying, and sneered:

"If you die, you won't die!"

Yan Ying's eyes were full of fierce intent, he glanced at Chang Xi, and then looked at the four men standing at the entrance of the cave, dressed in white and with a calm breath like walking corpses, and when he looked at the delicate and soft morning light again, his anger was like thunder, rolling in his heart.

She actually brought a secret guard, but he didn't know it, so she had already come into contact with Chang Xi when he didn't know it, and then she deliberately grieved and loved him by his side, tempting him to release his deep complex feelings for her, disturbing his mind, and then she put him together.

The four men in white, who were real weapon people, weapon people who were made as weapons since childhood, were survivors, walking corpses who were not bad in King Kong, and after he left, they surrendered to Morning Light.

Yan Ying's heart had an indescribable anger, even if it was natural for Chenguang to betray him in this situation, he still felt angry, it was an unreasonable anger that felt betrayed.

Anger is like a flood that fills a river trough, and after the surging water, it suddenly bursts open the embankment, roaring, overwhelming, and unstoppable.

His eyes were scarlet, and he stared fiercely at the morning light.

"Kill them!" He commanded in a deep voice, and the cold voice was darker than before, but it sounded hysterical in the morning light.

The twenty weapon men under Yan Ying's command were ordered, and they rushed up, but they only felt that their eyes were dazzled, and four men in white clothes exuding a thick yin aura stopped in front of them. The four people who are not tall, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, have no expression when they raise their heads.

The body of the weapon man has been destroyed for many years, and it is especially obvious in reducing the seven emotions and six desires, and the weapon man under Yan Ying is even colder than the corpse, like an empty shell. But the four people who fought against them were even more like empty shells than them, with a thick corpse aura, a face as white and blue as a zombie, and the eyes were empty and blank when they looked directly.

It's just four people, these four people gathered together, and their bodies exuded a strong oppressive force, which made the hearts of twenty people who were also weapon people tremble, and they instinctively felt the danger.

"Fake!" Among the four people, the first one suddenly said, the tone of voice when he spoke also startled the other group, and the big man with the smell of a corpse actually had a childlike voice when he spoke, and the effect was really terrifying!

The bloody storm begins.

Here, Chang Xi smiled warmly after tying the crane for the morning light, but after turning his head, he immediately changed his face, and murderously sacrificed the blue and white python whip, and the breath on his body skyrocketed, shaking the weapons in the melee, and he attacked Yan Ying fiercely!

Yan Ying didn't move at all, he didn't even mean to dodge, and in the face of Chang Xi's attack, he just sneered:

"I can't help myself!"

Chang Xi's long whip did not slash at Yan Ying's body, but was intercepted by the quicksand that came later.

Quicksand frowned, and said coldly: "Ouyang Ji, you are looking for death!" ”

"Traitor dog, you're tired!" A mysterious force suddenly shook out from Chang Xi's long whip, as sharp as thunder, hitting the quicksand.

Quicksand also comes from Shengzi Mountain, is Yan Ying's henchman, and quicksand also has a powerful cultivation.

Quicksand and Chang Xi got entangled.

Chenguang stood on the altar, wrapped in a crane to watch the battle.

Yan Ying stood in the distance, holding her hands. He ignored Chenguang because he thought that quicksand and Chang Xi were on par, Chang Xi had not died before, and this time Chang Xi was dead. As for the other four weapon men, the battle was against the twenty elites under his command, and even if the battle was fierce, they could not win.

What's more, for the weapon people of the Holy Son Mountain, the passage of time is their elixir, they have decayed, even if they are the original weapon people, they are also decayed, it is impossible for them to defeat the new weapon people.

However, after a quarter of an hour, he changed his mind, and he was shocked to find that he was wrong, and that those weapon men, far from decaying, were still in the best fighting condition they had been in on the Holy Son Mountain, which was beyond his expectations.

He looked at Morning Light in shock, wondering what she had done in cultivating these weapon men.

He originally wanted Chenguang to take a good look and see how her subordinates lost and died in front of her, and he wanted her to know that she couldn't resist him, even if she was strong, she couldn't resist him.

But now he has to think about it, if he doesn't do it again, he misses the opportunity, and this time he will be the loser.

On the altar, the mysterious qi is like a rainbow, like a burst of thunder.

Yan Ying glanced at the morning light standing not far away.

Thick clouds rolled up in the sky, obscuring a large area of sunlight, and only a line remained, and cracked stones through the clouds were paved down. The wind howled, rolled up with a little snow, and flew all over the sky.

He suddenly jumped up, like a crane with wings spread, the pale purple sleeves of his robe puffed up in the wind, hunting sound, he jumped in front of Chenguang in the blink of an eye, grabbed Chenguang, and wanted to take her hostage, as long as Chenguang was a hostage, Ouyang Ji would have to die if he didn't die today.

Chenguang was startled by his sudden appearance, and his little face turned pale and let out a frightened scream:

"Ahh The body subconsciously shrunk into a ball.

If she could, Yan Ying didn't want her to scream like this, she made his internal organs tremble, but at this time he could only catch her.

He was ruthless and went to catch her.

Just when her fingertips were about to touch her soft and slippery clothes, a sudden hurricane swept in with the momentum of destroying the world, Ge Kai Yan Ying wanted to catch Chenguang's hand, and pushed it out with a palm, Yan Ying was forced to take a palm, only to hear a loud bang, the sky shook three times, although Yan Ying did not retreat, but felt a blood in his chest surging up and down.

He frowned.

At this time, the attackers had already stepped aside with their arms around Chenguang's waist.

The thick clouds dispersed, and the bright sunlight refilled into the mountain stream, shining on the body of the man in white, the man's clothes were fluttering, the green silk was flying, and there was a white ghost mask painted with golden lotus patterns on his face, and only a pair of dark eyes were rippling with streamers, and the moon was in the sky, and the clouds reflected the spring, which made people unconsciously indulge in the elegant style like jade.

The man hooked his arm around Chen's thin waist.

The morning light was clinging to his chest, completely devoid of the fear and panic just now, she rubbed his chest affectionately twice with a fluffy little head through her clothes, like a happy and coquettish cat, she called sweetly in a soft voice:

"Xiao Run......

Shen Run's expression now was the same as the mask on his face, expressionless.

He felt that he was really stupid, why did he jump out and watch quietly, anyway, it was this woman who sent herself to the mouth of her wild man, even if she was deceived to death, she deserved it, and the fight between Cangqiu Kingdom and Feng Ying Kingdom was exactly what Long Xiguo wanted.

She was not surprised at all, and her flattering reaction made him think that the scream she had just made was for him.