Her simple logic doesn't even have the concept of "enemy", only the difference between "killing targets" and "grabbing targets" and "obstacles".

She raised her hand slightly, and the goose-yellow wide sleeves of Xie Yuzong's robe suddenly bulged, and the three lightsabers shot straight at Zhang Mengmeng.

Light magic: Daybreak Sword

The bursting hot air made Zhang Mengmeng shiver suddenly, and his chaotic mind came over in an instant. She turned her head with difficulty, and watched in despair as three flashes of "Silver Sword Qi" shot towards her, maybe in the next second, she could punch her unprotected body out of three piercing holes.

The pure white lightsaber suddenly shattered halfway through the flight, shattering into countless tiny rays of light like a shotgun, and these short and small laser-like things gently brushed Zhang Mengmeng's beautiful body, smashing the large dining table far away into burning sawdust. Zhang Mengmeng was unharmed, and there was not even a trace on her delicate snow-white skin. She fell suddenly, her hands trembling and clutching her thighs, which had begun to cramp, and she fell to the ground weakly, unable to get up. The long bondage made every muscle in her body spasm, and the pinprick pain made her feel as if she was in a pan of oil.

The lightsabers burned the ropes on her body to a pinch of ashes. Aunt Feiquan on the side was also burned by scattered light spots, and there were many ugly little black spots on her white and beautiful body. From the center of the black dot erupted thin fountains of blood, bleeding from deep tissues caused by the penetrating force of the beam.

"What people!" said Aunt Feiquan, half in pain, half furious. didn't care about himself at this time, so he puffed up a transparent, scorching wind with a scorching aura unique to thunder and lightning and rushed towards the girl of the "Interpretation Sect". She was furious, she was having fun with her beloved "toy", and she was having fun, but she was suddenly interrupted by someone else, and she also made her most beautiful and exquisite body flower!

She will not tolerate this kind of thing!

She flew up and unleashed a sharp palm blow. An endless transparent storm poured out of her palms, suddenly blowing up half of the halls and sweeping the demon angel's robes backwards. The demon angel disguised as a disciple of the Interpretation Sect is a real ghost, in the face of thunder and lightning and Buddha light, powers such as holy light are inherently at a disadvantage, plus her strength is only twelve layers into the body, and in the face of Feiquan, who is one weight higher than herself, she can't fight head-on at all.

The figure of the demon angel flashed, and the delicate figure instantly appeared on the left side of Feiquan, and at the same time stretched out his weak little hand, and hit Feiquan's back with one palm. The Demon Angel is not Silver Dust, she is a warrior-type ghost who is like a fake.

An astonishing, destructive flame erupted from the small palm of the demon angel. The moment she scurried to the left, Aunt Feiquan instantly withdrew her palm, and at the same time, her left foot was suddenly raised, and she didn't care about being ashamed or not, and directly kicked it with a whip leg. Her slender jade feet were wrapped in circles of distorted transparent storms, like circles of colorful aura. The hand of the demon angel and the foot of the flying spring collided violently in the air. The demon angel was shocked by a huge concussive force, and then a mouthful of pure black blood spurted out, and the whole person floated softly backwards, while Feiquan screamed miserably, holding his left foot that was almost charred and fled away.

"Enemy attack!" "Someone broke in!" There were chaotic voices in the main hall, and the two short and fat ugly women and the disciples of the Interpretation Sect who were originally hiding behind the main hall jumped out one after another, but no one outside the main hall rushed to hear the sound.

Zhang Mengmeng finally stood up, she felt that the vitality in her body had gradually broken free from the influence of the poison, and actively responded to her thoughts. The disciples of the Interpretation Sect were all very eye-catching, and several female disciples stepped forward and helped her put on her clothes.

The demon angel had no extra movements after the blow, as if waiting for something. Fei Quan and the other two disciples of the Holy Water Sect hurriedly dressed up, picked up their spears, and formed a three-talent army to confront the demon angels.

"Is it the Great Perfection of the Three Entering the Body? This kind of strength is not something that the Demon Angel can deal with. Silver Dust sighed slightly, and his figure slowly disappeared. He originally wanted to use the Demon Angel to enter Zhang Mengmeng's sister to secretly lure it out, not to alarm the Holy Water Sect and the Reconciliation Sect that had nothing to do with him, after all, these two sects were full of girls, and it was not convenient for a boy to enter and exit such a place. Yinchen is no longer a rookie who has just come out of the Heavenly Sword Pass, he also knows some of the strict rules in the Southern Empire, between men and women, there is still a big defense, and many times he must pay strict attention to his behavior.

Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly changed her clothes, and the jet-black Demon Power Pavilion robe was worn on her body, making her whole person show a cold and evil temperament. The sleeves of her coat slowly bulged, and there was a sound like a sword clashing in the wide sleeves, and 77 lancets were ready to be fired. Around her, several female disciples of the Interpretation Sect were holding thin swords, and a transparent storm was also puffed up all over her body, firmly protecting her in the middle. These disciples of the Interpretation Sect know that Zhang Mengmeng is a distinguished guest invited by the master, and he can't be hurt by some messy people, in that case, the master will have no face, and their slaves will die.

"Interpretation of the Sect?" At this time, a short and fat ugly woman in the left rear of Feiquan finally saw the situation in the field clearly, and when she saw the set of long slope hoods of the Interpretation Sect on the demon angel, she was furious: "Which branch of the altar are you? Quickly report your name? The **** of the Interpretation Sect actually dare to go against the sky!" The short and fat ugly woman brandished her spear savagely, looking like a crab wielding a wooden stick with pliers.

"She must not be a member of the Interpretation Sect. Zhang Mengmeng, who entered the state of imminent battle, returned to her usual meticulous and alert state: "She is an enemy from outside, and it is not sure what sect she is." She must have killed a disciple of the Interpretation Sect and came in disguised as her!"

Zhang Mengmeng said, and saw the demon angel turn his head to look this way. The wide hood completely covered the face of the demon angel, Zhang Mengmeng couldn't see her appearance, but when the black hood shadow turned to her, she could feel the gaze of the demon angel, which was a completely unhuman taste, cold and ruthless like a hellish gaze.

Zhang Mengmeng shuddered suddenly.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" said Aunt Feiquan and took a step forward, and the two short and fat ugly women behind her also took a step forward with her, and the strength of the three talents remained the same. The transparent aura on the three of them had already fused with each other, blending into a huge coercion that enveloped the demon angel. As an undead ghost, the demon angel couldn't feel any breath, momentum and coercion at all, and in the face of the oppression of the three people, he only raised his palms and condensed two balls of light in his palms. (To be continued.) )