The pink gauze woman was stunned for a moment, and then there was a sharp laugh: "Yo hee hehe, there is affection, presumably under the yellow spring, to be able to follow the wind and love the uncle!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of the powdery sand woman rose in vain, as if a wave was pouring into the sky, surging forward, blocking the momentum of Feng Tianche and Leng Meiying's alliance ten meters away.

Seeing that the woman in pink was about to make a move, Leng Meiying slowly became solemn.

"Hey, my little sister is really affectionate...... However, with your current strength, you can't resist this woman's power, you must be careful, I may not have the strength to take care of you! ”

said this, but Feng Tianche still moved around and protected Leng Meiying behind him.

"Yo hee hee hee, it's really sincere, you guys, let's be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks!" The woman in pink laughed sharply again, and as soon as the pink robe moved, her toes were raised, and the whole person suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Meiying felt an overwhelming force, when his chest rushed in, before his breath arrived, the surging power had already swept over closely.

"Whoa!"

The sound of tearing clothes and brocade sounded, but it was Leng Meiying's clothes that couldn't stand this huge force, and they cracked one after another.

"Hmph, with you, Eclipse Palm!"

A roaring ghost thing was opening its teeth and claws, and with Feng Tianche's wild shout, the ghost thing in the palm of his hand broke out of his palm.

The ghost thing was amazing, and it rose in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a body several meters long, like a ghost wall, and it crashed towards the oncoming pink-robed woman.

"Yo hee hee, if Uncle Feng's body is not broken, I am still a little afraid of this move, but now, ......"

"Whew!" With a loud howl, the ghost thing was torn into countless pieces for no reason, and the strong wind struck people, and it was head-to-head under the shadow of Leng Sleep.

"A sword!" In the face of such a strong enemy, Leng Meiying didn't dare to be careless, and he made extreme moves, surging like a lotus, and then burst out on the three-inch knife in his palm.

A three-meter-long blade tore through the air, colliding with the fierce force.

"Boom!" With a huge sound explosion, a slender jade hand, with a burst of laughter as sweet as toffee, grabbed Leng Meiying's neck.

From his previous life to the present, Leng Meiying has faced many enemies, and the most tragic battle is against the Fourteen Knights of the Round Table in the West and the Crusader General in Germany.

That battle was the heyday of Leng Sleepying, the fourteen Knights of the Round Table were all wiped out, four of the six major crusader generals were killed, one was disabled, and the only one left was scared to death by the vegetative man under the strong momentum of Leng Sleep.

In that battle, Leng Meiying was attacked in more than a dozen deadly places, but he survived.

It was only then that she felt the smell of death.

And now, in front of this woman who is completely unclear about her identity in another world, Leng Meiying once again has this feeling of death, which is even stronger than when she fought against Shenlong and the Fourteen Knights of the Round Table.

The royal power in his heart made Leng Meiying think of at least ten dodge methods in an instant.

But this low-strength body made her powerless to dodge at all.