Chapter 1371: There Are Three More Breaths, This Woman Will Die (1)

Poof! Poof!

Everyone fell to the ground, but due to the massive consumption of aura and vitality, they did not have the strength to stand up at all.

"Tiny! Leave us alone and get out of here! Spread the news here to the main battlefield! Everyone, be careful! "The Great Elder of Yuan Feng and Gu Ruoqing struggled on the ground, roaring from the depths of their throats.

At this time, they did not have the joy of being saved, but only worried about the survival of Dongling!

What's more, even if he escaped from the wild poisonous weeds, there were tens of thousands of wall breakers here, a terrifying magic weapon, and a strange-looking God Supreme.

Don't say that they are like them, even if the Yuanying Monk is here, they are all dead, and it is difficult to get out of the whole body!

Hum!

It's impossible to go!

The cries of those Dongling people on the ground are really ridiculous.

The long fish pursed his lips in anticipation, and his gaze fell on the small spine again.

It's just a Yudan woman.

If you are alone, you dare to break into the Snow Lotus Lake area to save people?

He took a few steps forward, stopped to look at the place where Zhen Xiao came from, and looked around to find that behind this Dongling woman, there were indeed no other Dongling reinforcements, so he was even more at ease.

There are poisonous weeds here to block the power of communication, and the army blocks her way back. Changyu raised his chin arrogantly, but he wanted to see how long he could bounce under his nose with a backbone.

Because at this time, not only was the enraged brute poisonous grass powerful, but also a pair of cold eyes were quietly staring at her back......

"There are three more breaths, and this woman will die."

Changyu said this to the entourage around him, which immediately caused laughter from all around.

"Three ......"

Everyone in Beiyan knew what Changyu was talking about, and some people even jumped out immediately and counted down seriously.

At the same time as the real little swoop towards everyone, angry green waves were born underground!

Countless poisonous grass branches sprouted in the wind, trying to turn the woman who seriously injured them into delicious food to feed them!

Mankind! You can't escape!

Although you cut off my branches, you want to take five or six hundred wounded away at once?

Impossible!

"Senior sister! Be careful! ”

Seeing the green vines quickly converging in mid-air, twisting and coiling into a sharp cone, the head of which was inverted with thorns sharper than the fangs of the beast, Xiang Qian suddenly roared.

But the brute weed was faster than Xiang Qian's shout, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed down from the back left side of Zhenxiao, aiming straight at her heart!

The "second ......" who watched the play, with a playful expression on his face, ruthlessly spit out a syllable from his mouth.

It was as if the gates of hell had opened under the feet of a really small person, and she, with her weak strength, couldn't refuse the pull of Huang Quan in the next second!

"Die!"

Jimo Yan, who had already relied on the steps of the hidden space to the right side of Zhenxiao, gently raised the poisonous dagger in his hand.

This is the real reason why everyone in Beiyan stood in mid-air to watch the play with a relaxed face after discovering that Zhenxiao came to make trouble alone.

Wild weeds are placed outside of it.

For every North Rock team, the coach must be equipped with Jimo ghost hands next to him.

As a long-term fish in the late Yuan Infant period, he reached a mutual aid relationship with Jimo Yan in the early Yuan Infant many years ago.

Once in trouble, Ji Moyan, a top killer who has no trace and no trace, will immediately set off to strangle the germ of all turmoil in the cradle in the shortest possible time, and clear all obstacles for Changyu!

Now the poisonous weed is on the left, and the ink ghost hand is on the right, so little will definitely die!

"One!"

The barbarian cultivators took a hard bite, as if the truth was like spit coming out of their mouths, and it was impossible to swallow it back into their throats!