As soon as the mind moved, Feng Jiutian's Qiongtian Pure Yang Qi appeared faintly around his palms, and a layer of pale yellow Gang Qi had begun to slowly float around his hands. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Feng Jiutian gently hooked the five fingers of his hands, and the two 'dome eyes' jumped into the palms of his palms as if they were instantly injected with life.

Behind the cart, the corpse-tailed beefly trailed in the shape of a fan, and the black lines on its abdomen penetrated almost all of its tail. At the same time, Shen Er Fat didn't know that the corpse gray on his face seemed to change with the black line on the corpse-tailed bee's abdomen, from the hairline in front of his forehead to the light corpse gray in the hairline at the back of his head, and it also began to move.

Feng Jiutian and Hua Can were facing Yu Qun, and no one noticed the change in Shen Er's fat man's face. On Shen Er's fat man's face, the corpse gray on the hairline behind his neck had also been completely separated, turning into a dot as thin as a hair, even thinner than a hair, and smaller than a needle. The line formed by this kind of point began to squirm strangely towards the center of Shen Er's fat man's face with the kind of eyes that could be seen slowly. In the middle of Shen Er's fat man, a piece of corpse gray the size of a sesame seed also appeared unconsciously.

Hua Can's hands were raised, and his elbows were placed at a right angle in front of his waist, his Xuantian Pure Yang Qi had penetrated into his palms, and a layer of pale red light enveloped his hands. The ring finger and little finger of the two hands are hooked back and close to the palm, the thumb is stretched forward and the middle finger and index finger are pinched into horns, and the pale red gang qi begins to condense between the three fingers, rotating and flowing, lingering like a mist but condensing but not dissipating. The three fingers of Hua Can's hands were pinched at the same time, and each of them had a 'soul chasing needle' flashing out of the three fingers in the shape of a sharp cone, and the tip of the needle was urged by the gangqi, showing a sharp red as if it had been burned by fire.

Hua Can's left wrist flicked, and the 'ambush' in his hand had shot out, and in the flash of lightning, Hua Can's body was faster than a spinning top spinning on the ice. And his hands are like red points of light painted on the spinning top, and with the spinning top, a pale red glittering line is formed, which surrounds the circle that emits when the spinning top turns. Dozens of glowing red-tipped 'Soul Chasing Needles' were launched, barely distinguishing between front and back, and shot towards each corpse-tailed bee fly. Each 'Soul Chasing Needle' is like having eyes, flying towards its respective target.

In the pale moonlight, the corpse-tailed beeflies that fanned out behind the carriage were unfazed, as if they knew this, and the 'soul chasing needle' that could make them disappear could not be shot at them. In fact, these 'ambushes' were really just as they predicted, and they couldn't shoot at them at all. No one can shoot these, tiny needles as light as a hair, more than a dozen feet away. They didn't even slow down as the cart moved forward. But they don't know that there is a kind of ring of justice in this world called 'Dome'.

As soon as the first 'ambush soldier' in Hua Can's hand was shot, Feng Jiutian's double ring had also been shot, flying to both sides, one left and one right. One slowly swirled towards the underside of the swarm, and the other, three feet to the right, drew an arc and then turned inward like lightning. The two rings emitted a soft and gorgeous light, and at night it was like two suns rising at the same time, reflecting the official road, as if it was covered with a faint yellow coat of sunlight, and this sun-colored Gang Qi was the absolute killing that all corpse kings and plague kings were most afraid of. In the eyes of people, like the owner of the double ring, the face is always shining with a smile like a spring breeze, which makes people yearn for it.

When Hua Can's 'Soul Chasing Needle' launched with his Xuantian Pure Yang Gang Qi was about to run out, the phoenix ring had already spun to the tail of the first 'ambush'. As soon as Feng Jiutian's poured qi touched the tail of the needle of the 'Soul Chasing Needle', it sent out a natural rebound, stabbing out the needle body of the 'Soul Chasing Needle' that was about to fall, and then stabbed out according to the original trajectory.

The hard body of the phoenix ring collided with the needle's tail with a soft "ding", and the castration of the 'Soul Chasing Needle' not only did not slow down, but the castration became more urgent. After it hit the first 'ambush' and shot forward, its ring body also borrowed the reaction force after contacting the needle tail of the 'ambush', and rotated forward faster, and the speed of the forward rotation was just right, just colliding with the tail of the second 'ambush' that was about to weaken, doubling the speed of the 'ambush' and shooting forward.

There was a burst of "ding, ding, ding." With every "ding" sound, a corpse-tailed bee fly will turn into a black-gray mist in the air, falling to the ground like soot. By the time the last sound had dissipated, all the corpse-tailed beeflies had disappeared from the sky. Just in the blink of an eye, all the corpse-tailed bees turned into a light black and gray mist, slowly falling to the ground.

The phoenix ring, under the group of dragons, rotated in the opposite direction of the phoenix ring, caught every 'ambush' that stabbed the corpse-tailed bee, sucked them firmly, and flew back into Feng Jiutian's hands.

Shen Er's fat man had a smile in his eyes, grinning, and was thinking about whether to say something to celebrate or take the opportunity to ridicule the two again. On his face, the corpse-gray dots that had been formed gradually disappeared into his skin as the corpse-tailed bee bee disappeared, only the black spot in the human body still faintly stayed in place.

After running for a while, the middle-aged man riding in front of him believed that they had broken out of the encirclement of the wolves, but he was still feeling palpitations about the danger just now. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the horse his daughter was riding was almost parallel to him, and the horse called Sanzhangqi was still running calmly and unhurriedly, as if he had not experienced the wild gallop just now, and he secretly praised it, good horse. And the horse under his crotch was already foaming at the mouth, and his whole body seemed to be washed with water. Although he didn't know why the white horse of the divine horse was called Sanzhangqi, it was expected that it was also named because of its extremely fast running.

He took the reins of his horse again. Although the faster the horse runs, the farther away from the wolves, but since ancient times there is a saying that there is no light load on the long road, after this period of wild running, the horse's mouth has white foam drifting out, and if you run like this, within ten attackers, the horse may fall to the ground and die. Unbeknownst to him, he retracted the reins, and the horse under his crotch raised his head as if in protest against his reins. He thought to himself: Isn't it because the three feet and seven are gradually about to overtake the front, but it has aroused the competitiveness of this sour horse who is usually wilted and dragged his brain?

How did he know that not far behind them, on the right, there was a big wolf pressing on, and on their left, another big wolf had already circled behind them and was getting closer and closer, and when the horse under his crotch was exhausted, it would burst out and bite the horse's throat fiercely.

The big wolf on the right behind them looked at his companion who had circled to the left in the moonlit night, and the companion was already close to the range of the attack. The wolf's keen observation told him that it would not be long before the horse would fall from its strength, and then they would be able to prick the arteries of the animal with their sharp teeth, drink the horse's blood, which was sweeter than a sweet spring, and feast on the hunger that had not seen food for many days.

Suddenly, a light wind came from behind, and this wind definitely did not come from nature, and the instinct of a natural killer told it that a hunter was rushing towards it. The killer's instinct made it react instantly. But, late, its neck was already pinned as it leaned over and was about to leap to the right to avoid its opponent coming from the left.