Seeing the female ghost's red dust sweeping towards me, Murong Fengyan waved his spear with both hands, and his figure flashed, and he was already blocked in front of the red dust. Immediately, a little ice crystal emanated from the gun's body, like a flying pear blossom, freezing the ethereal red dust for a moment.

The spearhead was pointed in the air, because there was a fiery dragon in the air, and a sea of fire. A bit of cold light emerged from the tip of the spear head, flying straight towards the dragon, and the moment it approached, it suddenly exploded, turning into an ice barrier that could temporarily block the blazing flames.

Countless stars appeared in the air, and each star seemed to be precisely controlled, facing Zhang Jiuling's fist.

The fists are overwhelming, and the stars are the same as covering the sky and the sun. For a while, heaven and earth indirectly sounded like a popping firecracker.

Murong Fengyan will definitely not be able to fight the female ghost, Guan Zhenlong, and Zhang Jiuling with his own strength. It was clear that she was just stalling for me right now, looking more like a moth to a fire.

I don't really understand it, and I don't want her to do it. However, in my current state, there is nothing I can do to stop her......

It was as if she was going to burn out the last of her life and fight for me a chance to fall into the well. I shouted at her again, "Run!" Let me die! ”

She didn't respond, still stubbornly brandishing her spear, summoning more stars to resist the all-out attack from the female ghosts.

It's a long story, but it's just a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, she was overdrawn, and in the blink of an eye, she was injured......

A stream of red blood poured out of her mouth, not on the hem of her garment, as her petite body was flying upside down to the ground.

I anxiously shouted at her, "You go! I don't need you to save ......" but before I finished shouting, my body suddenly stopped in mid-air, only a few meters away from the wellhead, but after all, I couldn't continue to fly in.

The female ghost raised one arm and smiled indifferently at me: "Even if she wants to save you, can you save it?" ”

At this moment, I don't care about my own safety, I care more about Murong Fengyan's injury. So I ignored the female ghost's taunt, looked at Murong Fengyan nervously, and asked, "How are you?" Was it badly hurt? ”

In fact, you don't need to ask to see that she must be extremely injured...... But as soon as she fell to the ground, she slowly stood up with the support of her spear. Without responding to my words, one hand grasped the barrel of the gun, and the other hand scratched in the air in front of him, and a group of words blooming with cold light quickly appeared in the air...... Looks more like runes.

She waved her hand, and the runes flew towards me, circling around me, spinning slowly. With the rotation of the rune, my body continued to fall, but very slowly, until the rune disappeared, and I only fell half a meter.

It seems that she is really close to running out of oil.

The female ghost stood in the distance and sneered, and sneered at Murong Fengyan: "He has never liked you, let alone love, but you are willing to die for him, just looking at it feels touching." It's a pity that the love in this world is fake, it's just a tool for men and women to use each other, you can't see through it, and it will naturally end up like this. It's just a little unexpected that the second place on the dignified rage list, the Valkyrie Murong Fengyan, would fall into my hands. ”

Murong Fengyan's face was cold, and without saying a word, he raised the spear in his hand, as if waving it, outlining a magnificent scene in the void in front of him.

The scene was full of mountains and sunshine, and there was a green cow grazing by the river, and beside the green cow was a rock, on which sat a man in a coarse cloth and green clothes. The man's face is similar to me, but his temperament is closer to that of Emperor Wu Chunyang, of course, what she painted must be that Wang Chunyang.

Seeing the picture she had sketched, the three female ghosts became indescribably nervous. Especially Zhang Jiuling, his voice trembled and shouted: "It's not good! She's going to die with us! ”

I've seen it before, Murong Fengyan's fighting methods are dizzying, the stars, the mountains, and the flying snow and frost in the sky are all weapons that she can use to attack. Only this time, she was clearly using life and past experiences as her last weapon.

What she painted was perhaps the most memorable image in her mind. In the painting, Wang Chunyang sits leisurely on the rock, one leg curled up and the other leg under the rock, as if watching someone smile......

The person he was looking at must be her, right? Because she was smiling at the man in the painting at the moment......

This is the second time I've seen her smile. Just with such a smile, her jet-black hair soon became as pale as frost and snow, and her face also became vicissitudes, and in an instant, she actually got old......

It's a really heart-wrenching picture. I think she must have loved Wang Chunyang deeply in the past years, right?

Otherwise she wouldn't have smiled like that. So beautiful.

At the same moment when the painting was about to be completed, the three female ghosts seemed to realize the danger at the same time, and launched an offensive one after another.

Perhaps, just as Zhang Jiuling said, Murong Fengyan has decided to die with them......

The three of them shot at the same time, and the moonlight swallowed the black hole in the snowy sky, and the snowy sky was no longer a snowy sky, and in an instant, it was steamed by the sea of fire, and the burning dragon roared and rushed down...... Zhang Jiuling's body rushed forward, whether it was the fist he swung or his body, all of them burst into sparks, as if they were cutting through the air around him......

Wanzhang Hongchen also swept towards Murong Fengyan's petite body......

Murong Fengyan completely ignored the current situation, as if he was completely immersed in his own painting, waving the spear in his hand, sketching the last part of the painting.

Zhang Jiuling's movements were really fast, otherwise he wouldn't have cut through the air and rubbed out sparks between him and the void.

Murong Fengyan's movements seemed to be slow, but in fact he was faster than Zhang Jiuling, and the moment before Zhang Jiuling rushed to the painting, the painting was completed just right. The last part she sketched was a sword, the Ancient Sword of He.

The He Zhuang ancient sword in the painting was placed on the rock next to the man at random, Murong Fengyan stretched out his hand, stretched out his hand, held the hilt of He Zhuo's ancient sword, and jerked it, the sword that I had never seen out of the sheath was pulled out of the sheath by her.

Immediately after that, she held the ancient sword in her hand, and waved it towards Zhang Jiuling who rushed towards her through the painting, and the heaven and earth were surrounded by a faint green light, which seemed to be rippling with green seedlings, and a burst of music full of ancient rhyme floated......

It's just that whether it's green light or music, it appears faster and disappears faster. When the two disappeared completely, Zhang Jiuling's vitality was gone, his body was broken in two, and he looked extremely bloody and flew down on the snow-covered ground with inertia.

After the sword slashed Zhang Jiuling, Murong Fengyan did not stop, and directly swung the second sword towards Guan Zhenlong......

Guan Zhenlong's expression froze, and he commanded the blazing dragon in the sky to rush down and meet the sword that Murong Fengyan swung.

At this moment, the green cow grazing in the painting is making a "moo" cry at the dragon. The cry was like a furious hurricane, and it blew at the dragon, extinguishing the flames on the dragon's body, blowing away its shocking form, and blowing the dragon back into a stick, and spun down to the ground......

Along with this scene, the sword fell unstoppably on Guan Zhenlong's body, neatly cutting his body from top to bottom.

Guan Zhenlong, dead.

Murong Fengyan slashed the two of them with two swords, and he seemed to have been hit hard by the backlash, his face was pale and he spat out blood, and swung out the third sword again.

This sword is naturally wielded like a female ghost. I couldn't take my eyes off this sword, and the reaction of the female ghost, and the hatred for her in my heart seemed to be released with this sword......

The female ghost frowned lightly and took a step back, obviously trying to avoid it. Before, she stepped from the moon to Linjiang, and it seemed that there was no problem in dodging this sword, after all, her steps were really big......

However, when she took a step, Murong Fengyan stretched out his palm and patted it on the painting in front of her, and the surrounding scene turned into a scene in the painting in an instant. Emperor Wu City is gone, the moon in the sky is gone, and the only thing that remains is the well a few meters away from me......

There is a rock by the well, and on the rock sits Emperor Wu Chunyang, and within Wang Chunyang's sight, a green ox bows its head and eats grass......

This scene covers the surrounding environment, and at the same time, traps the female ghost in it. Seeing that there was no way to escape, a rare trace of panic flashed in the female ghost's expression, and with a wave of her palm, which was as white as jade, the red dust around her headed towards the amazing sword.

The reason why it is said that the sword is amazing is because the sword seems to be integrated with all things in heaven and earth, the sword moves, the wind and clouds move, the heaven and the earth move, and everything moves.

Such a sword, without much effort, cut off the red dust of the female ghost. Ten thousand zhang of red dust was divided into two halves, and the sword was in the cut off red dust, and continued to fly towards the female ghost.

I silently said in my heart that I deserved it......

However, at this moment, the figure of the female ghost suddenly disappeared. That sword slashed into the void, shattering the surrounding scene, and as far as the eye could see, the heavens and the earth once again changed back to the appearance of Emperor Wu City.

It's just that the entire Martial Emperor City was trembling, affected by the aftermath of that sword, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

The He Zhuang Ancient Sword in Murong Fengyan's hand gradually turned into a streamer and dissipated into the air. This means that the power of the painting has stopped there, that is her last resort. Now she was just wearing her long frosty hair, standing weakly in the cold wind, as if she was going to fall down at any moment......

She couldn't afford to fight anymore......

There is a woman suspended in the sky, and her appearance is exactly the same as that of the female ghost Xuanyuan Bao, but her temperament looks even more evil. The woman smiled sepremely, waved downward, and the severed red dust flew in front of her, becoming intact as before.

Then she smiled and said, "The Divine Soul, the Turtle, and the Martial Emperor City are all mine." Slut, do you take it? ”