In mid-air, Xi'er reached out with one hand and crushed the white sword that roared in front of her, and at the same time shook her body and flashed, passing by the side of the blood prince Gutas, and reflexively punched out, but on top of the snow-white powder fist that looked very petite, it was a real and extremely violent fierce force.

Jiupin martial arts, Mingxu boxing!

Also as the ninefold peak of the domain level, Gutas, who stepped into the Dao level with half a foot, had to be dignified against such an attack, and with his left hand, he rolled up his cloak and danced, and the black mist circled and filled, and a large number of condensed bats pounced out, even if they were instantly smashed by Xi'er's fist strength, they continued to follow one after another.

For a moment, the black mist full of winged bats crossed in front of Gutas, forcibly blocking such a fierce punch, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

"Take another punch from me!"

Xi'er scolded angrily, withdrew her left hand and placed it behind her, her right fist clenched at the same time, and a stronger force roared out than just now, and the phantom flickered, as if countless figures were crisscrossing in the air, and hundreds of fists fell and blasted out together.

Rumble!

In an instant, the violent impact broke through the layers of black mist, and all the condensed bats were immediately shattered, and they all turned into ashes along with the cloak that Gutas waved.

The left hand, which had been wounded to a certain extent, hurriedly withdrew and held it on the hilt of the sword, Gutas endured the discomfort of his left arm, and swung the pale white sword in his hand with all his strength with both hands.

"Crushed. ”

Xi'er thought lightly, and her clenched fist unexpectedly let go of her five fingers.

Almost at the same time, the remnants of the power that pierced through the black mist did not directly hit the rainbow sword, but exploded, and a strong wind swirled and swept through, more violent than the previous power, and it continued to increase.

On the other side, a small seal knot in the palm of Xi'er's hand hidden in the left sleeve shone with strange brilliance, and in her urging, the entire surface continued to cross the blurry halo, and the invisible fluctuations quietly spread.

In the blink of an eye, the rainbow sword that Gutas swung out had shattered, and the power that surged and gathered from everywhere slammed directly into his gaping chest.

Boom!

The figure fell, like a meteorite falling and smashing on the ground, and a large amount of dust was raised for a while.

Slowly exhaled, the laziness in Xi'er's eyes reappeared, but this time she quickly shook her head, forcibly suppressed the sleepiness that surged up and down her body, and her slightly cold gaze was locked tightly in the flying smoke and dust.

The aura of the Blood Prince has not disappeared, and the final blow is still missing.

Thinking of this, a line of silver light swept across her palm, and the slender condensed thorn blade slowly took shape, and the Holy Martial Arts Soul Separation Thorn could be shot at any time.

Even if the undead creature transcends the law of life and death, it has already died once. But Xi'er didn't mind sending them to reincarnation again, completely tearing apart their unclean souls with the blade in her hand.

Below, a trembling figure stood up from the smoke and dust, the broken cloak fluttered gently in the wind, very ragged, and the gorgeous robe was also torn in several places, very embarrassed. As for the sharp sword in his hand, there was a crisp sound when he was just stabbed on the ground and was about to hold it, and the blade was cut off and cracked.

As the number one existence among the four royal families of the undead, the Blood Clan has always regarded itself as noble, and Gutas, as a prince, is even more so. For him, it is better to fall directly in the blow just now.

Simply throwing the sword in his hand, Gutas let go of all the worries and worries in his heart, ready to make a final fight.

But at this moment, a dull and lengthy horn sound came from a distance, but it stopped abruptly in the middle of the moment, and seemed to be forcibly cut off.

Hearing this, Gutas's expression changed, and he didn't care about continuing to fight with Xi'er, he shook his hand and snapped his fingers, although the sound was light but enough to penetrate and convey to the ears of every Blood Count here.

In the next moment, all the Blood Clan Counts covered each other and withdrew from the battle group, and the edges of their bodies were filled with forbidden purple halos, and the fluctuations of spatial power gradually spread.

"Want to go, isn't-huh?"

Xi'er raised her hand and was about to wave it, but the movement also stopped, and her face showed a touch of surprise. Directly ignored the few people of the blood clan who began to retreat in front of him, dispersed the condensed thorn blade in his hand, and then took it into his arms, holding the compass that had been passed down from his grandfather's hand in his hand.

At that moment, her eyes sparkled.

A third of the seven gems set in it lit up, and although the light was very dim, it was much better than the rest of the stones that completely extinguished their brilliance.

It's just that soon Xi'er's expression became more solemn again.

"The distance of sensing...... It's close. Moreover, why is this one of the Seven Emperors awakened, the most unstable crime ......"

In an instant, her figure disappeared from mid-air.

Soon, Xi'er stepped into another part of the camp, where there were no more fluctuations of any creatures, only messes and broken limbs, and the pitch-black armor was shattered all over the place, and it was barely possible to identify the corpses of war horses and human shapes everywhere, and they could not be detected from the residual breath, these were the creatures of the undead clan.

Black-armored Iron Rider, Darkling.

Only now, they are all gone.

In the center, a majestic figure knelt on one knee, holding a long handle that had been cut off by the waist. At his side, the broken sword stuck diagonally into the dirt, and the chill was gone.

"So strong, so ruthless. ”

Frowning slightly, Xi'er reached out and stroked the sword marks on the armor of the Iron Cavalry Commander, and a trace of piercing cold penetrated from it and was imprinted in her palm, even making her body tremble slightly.

Whoosh!

Two winds sounded, Xi'er suddenly turned around and clenched her fists, seeing that the person who came was not an undead creature, so she immediately put her hands down. Although he didn't recognize the person in front of him, he vaguely felt that he had sensed the breath of the other party several times in the camp, and it should not be an enemy.

Looking at the mess everywhere, Fang Jiefeng, who was holding the big gun obliquely, nodded, and asked tentatively, "Are you doing all this?"

"If it were me, I could do it. But here, it's not ......" Xi'er closed her eyes and replied softly.

"Uncle, it doesn't matter who did it, just solve it anyway. I think that horn must have been an order for them to retreat? Maybe that's because of this. Sikong Qiao'er tugged at Fang Jiefeng's sleeve, and her face was weak and pale.

Later, it was learned that it was not the coalition camp here that was attacked by the undead creatures on this day, and the hell and the tomb were also severely damaged, so they had to temporarily withdraw from this mountain range that had been covered by the fog of death, and the three did exactly the same.

The battle between each other, which was originally tense, ended dramatically before it began, which no one expected. It's just that they all know in their hearts that now there is one more opponent in front of them.

And, incomparably powerful.

......

When he opened his eyes, he saw a withered yellow patch in the blurred vision of Feng Ren's eyes. After getting used to it, he found that there was a simple wooden roof above, and he was lying on the bed, the quilt on his body was a little old, and he could faintly smell a faint smell of decay and sourness.

"Uh! I'm still so uncomfortable, I guess the injury was too bad. The wounds left by quasi-level demonic beasts really didn't heal so easily. Feng Ren sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at the furnishings here, it should be in a small wooden house, the furniture is very few and quite old, it seems to be some years, but it is very clean, it should have been carefully cleaned not long ago.

"I don't think I've ever been to a place like this. Here, what is ......" Wind Ren quickly turned his still somewhat dazed head, trying to find an answer, but he couldn't think of anything other than vaguely remembering that he seemed to have been attacked in the coalition camp.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open from the outside, Feng Ren stopped thinking and looked, and a familiar figure stood at the door, and the joy on his face could not be concealed when he woke up.

"Gently, is that you?"

Feng Qingrou didn't answer Feng Ren's question at all, but ran to the bed happily, put down a casserole in her hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng Ren, you're awake." I should be hungry and a little thirsty, I just stewed a pot of chicken soup, and caught fresh pheasants in the morning, which must be very nourishing and delicious. Let's talk about it when we're done. ”

Although he faintly felt that Feng Qingrou was deliberately hiding something, Feng Ren also felt that it was not good to waste a piece of Feng Qingrou's heart, and nodded lightly.

Helping Feng Ren to lift him up and setting up a pillow behind him, Feng gently smiled and took out two pairs of bowls, chopsticks and spoons and placed them on the small table next to him, and then filled a whole bowl of pale yellow chicken soup and handed it to the other party.

"Let's drink some soup to warm up our stomachs. If you want to eat meat, you can take care of it later. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the mountains and catch a few or something else. ”

"Hmm. Feng Ren answered, and his arm stretched out a little tremblingly, and was about to touch the edge of the porcelain bowl, but he saw Feng gently withdraw his hand, and there was a trace of worry on his face.

"Brother Feng Ren, your injuries are not healed yet, let me feed you. ”

After that, the wind was gentle and didn't wait for the wind to respond, so he took a spoonful of chicken soup and blew it on his mouth, and finally took a small sip, and only handed it to the wind and his mouth after making sure the temperature was suitable.

Looking at the smiling girl in front of her, with the fragrance of chicken soup wafting from the tip of her nose, Feng Ren nodded, and opened her mouth to drink the spoonful of warm soup.

It is very fragrant and delicious, and the faint sweetness stimulates the taste buds of the tongue, making him very comfortable.

As the wind gently said, pheasants are caught and killed, and they are very fresh. The poultry grown up in the mountains is naturally delicious, and it is also served with a variety of straw mushrooms that should have just been picked as ingredients and simmered slowly, and the final taste is a top-notch enjoyment.

From childhood to adulthood, the gentle cooking skills have always been very good, and this wind toughness is very clear. At the beginning, there were times when I practiced until late, and I could always see a figure waiting for a long time in front of my room, holding a small bowl of supper that might not even be hot.

Although, many times Feng Ren wanted to say that it would only make him appetite bigger, and as a result, he was even hungrier. But he knew that there were many rules in the clan, and it was not easy for Feng Qingrou to find some ingredients for him to eat secretly, and every time he stroked the other party's little head, he ate it quickly.

However, compared to the fact that he sometimes went to the back mountains to dig wild vegetables and cook them casually to satisfy his hunger, the taste was much more delicious. Perhaps it was at that time that the gentle cooking technique got better and better.

It's been a long time since I've had such a little bit of warmth. I can't imagine that I will be able to feel it again this time.

Looking at the intoxicating smile that appeared on Feng Ren's face, the joy in Feng Qingrou's heart was even stronger, and she hurriedly handed the spoon full of chicken soup to the other party's mouth again, watching him drink it slowly.

At that moment, she had some hope that this warmth could last forever and forever......

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