Twelve heads broke out in a cold sweat, she sat cross-legged on the back of the fire unicorn, the fighting energy in her body was frantically colliding with the tendons, the airflow in the dantian was chaotic, as if she was about to break out of her body, and the strong airflow was not under her control at all, even if the twelve desperately wanted to calm them down, but the body seemed to be out of her control, the aura of heaven and earth was still flowing into her body, the dantian was like a black hole, constantly absorbing the fighting qi, and she even had a feeling that the tendons and veins were swelled to the extreme, as if she would explode and die at any time!

Her face was almost pale, beads of sweat the size of beans fell from her forehead, the muscles of her body were stiff like rocks, and a golden light burst out from her body, forming a visible Gang Qi cover, Twelve was shrouded in this golden Gang Qi, and her hair was wet with sweat, clinging to the sides of her cheeks.

The Fire Qilin carried the coercion of the Divine Beast, and it was barely able to resist the pressure that unconsciously emanated from Twelve's body! Even so, it still felt as if it was carrying a mountain on its back.

"Landing!" Ling Yuhan stood on the back of the fire phoenix, while paying attention to the movements of Twelve, while observing the bottom, looking for the most suitable foothold, the fire qilin almost flew all the way from Mohe to the middle of the Demon Beast Forest, there was no trace here, the pressure of the divine beasts that fell from the sky and the pressure that was close to terror made all the demonic beasts in the forest prostrate on the ground, as if they were greeting their emperor.

In the middle of the Demonic Beast Forest, there is a clear pond, surrounded by an empty lawn, because of the terrifying strength of the two people and the two beasts, no demonic beast dares to approach at will, the fighting spirit exposed on the twelve bodies is chaotic, and it fluctuates violently, and the Zhuxian Sword and the small milk bag in the ring are forced to show their shape.

The Zhuxian Sword was hovering in the air up and down, wanting to carry out spiritual transmission with Twelve, but Twelve had already fallen into a state of cultivation with all his heart, and he couldn't notice the movement outside at all, the fire qilin had just landed, and immediately put Twelve down, and his huge body jumped to the side, not daring to approach her lightly.

The fire phoenix also jumped away at the same time, only Ling Yuhan stood twelve and one meters away, not that he was not far away, but that terrible coercion stopped him from moving forward.

The little bag's uneasy eyes were red, and the lotus-like little hands gently tugged at his trouser legs.

"Daddy......" It doesn't know what's wrong with Twelve, it just hates the feeling of being excluded from her world.

Ling Yuhan's face was as black as splashing ink, he picked up the little milk bag with both hands, and comforted: "It's okay, she'll be fine." ”

The clear sky, suddenly cloudy, black and oppressive clouds, as if condensing something, ready to go, overwhelming people, the fire unicorn raised to the sky and let out a long roar, the mane of the whole body has stood up, it can feel that something terrible in the sky is about to come, the entire Warcraft Forest Warcraft in the Warcraft Forest, have been shocked by this terrible feeling to the limbs of the weak, prostrate on the ground, Warcraft's intuition is the most correct, they can all feel it, above, something, is coming!

Ling Yuhan pursed his lips tightly, put the little milk bag down, patted its head, bit his index finger with his teeth, and his blood-stained fingertips drew a circle around the little milk bag's body, patted its head and said, "Remember that no matter what happens, you can't leave here, do you hear?"

This is an enchantment that can not be interfered with by external forces, as long as it doesn't come out, even if it's a thunderbolt, it can't help it!

Tears welled up in the little milk bag's uneasy eyes, but it still remembered that Twelve had said that the boy bleeds without tears, desperately suppressed the urge to cry, sniffed, and nodded heavily!

"That's good. Ling Yuhan praised casually, and then with a flip of his wrist, a long sword made of jade had been held in the palm of his hand, it was a weapon he had refined himself, the Xuanyuan Sword, sharpened iron like clay, invincible! It could bless him! The sky was as dark as ink, lightning pierced the clouds, and thunder rolled.

The ground beside Twelve was shaking, the fine stones were silently hovering in the air, the strong wind was howling, three thousand green silks were flying in the air, her eyes were closed, her face was as white as snow, her petite body, at this moment it looked so fragile that it was distressing, Ling Yuhan took a deep breath, his eyes were solemn, looking at the lightning condensed in the sky, he knew that the thunder was coming!

At the same time, Twelve could feel the fighting energy in her body circling rapidly in her veins in an almost crazy state, and she even sensed the signs of a breakthrough!

Dressed in red, Ling Yuhan was on guard, and a cold sweat faintly broke out in the palm of his hand holding the Xuanyuan Sword!

The majestic pressure made the fire qilin and the fire phoenix both prostrate on the ground, unable to raise their heads at all, there was the pressure of twelve chaos in front of them, and there was the pressure of Ling Yu's cold martial god, and there was the coming heavenly thunder above! These two divine beasts were suffering words, and the Zhuxian Sword was buzzing and vibrating, always hovering on the side of Twelve, although the vajra cover hindered its action of wanting to get close to Twelve, but it desperately hit the gang qi cover again and again.

Suddenly, Ling Yuhan's pupils shrank, and a beam of purple thunder broke through the clouds and fell straight towards Twelve!

The speed is extremely fast, and when it falls, it also carries a terrible pressure from heaven and earth, which is the coercion of the laws of heaven and earth.

Ling Yuhan only felt that a big mountain above his head fell directly, he gritted his teeth, flew up, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was directly aimed at the purple thunder!

emitted a white fighting qi, and the fighting qi of the second order of the Martial God collided with the purple thunder in the air, and in an instant, the wind stopped, and even the air was distorted!

"Boom!"

The huge explosion suddenly exploded, the entire land of the Warcraft Forest trembled, the mountains and rocks rolled, the ground cracked one after another, Ling Yuhan's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, he was hit by the force of the collision of two air currents, and fell straight to the ground, his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood spit out from his mouth.

He didn't even have time to check the severity of his internal injuries, he just looked at the heavenly thunder that was dissolved by himself in surprise!

The breath in his heart finally fell, he raised his cuffs and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, the thunder disappeared, she was finally safe, right? The smile on the corner of his mouth was not yet hanging, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost in the blue sky and daylight, and he looked at the thunder that fell again in horror! The purple thunder was heavier than Fang Cai's power, and the coercion was stronger! Even, he didn't have time to stop her at all.

"No!" A hoarse exclamation came out of his mouth, Ling Yuhan's face changed suddenly, his heart staggered, he stood stupidly in place, his eyes glazed, watching the heavenly thunder hit the Vajra cover twelve outside his body head-on.

How is she?

Her legs trembled, she couldn't move away, as if she was welded to the ground, her limbs were cold, she was fine, wasn't she?

The dust was flying all over the sky, and for a moment, Ling Yuhan couldn't even see the appearance of the twelve, he waved his sleeves vigorously, raised his feet, and wanted to get closer to her, and when he walked to her a meter away, the sand and soil in the sky gradually dispersed, and a black sword was upside down in the air, the tip of the sword collided with the heavenly thunder in a straight line, and the hilt of the sword fell on the periphery of the vajra cover.

When the Heavenly Thunder was about to hit the Twelve Gang Qi Cover, the Zhuxian Sword directly faced the Heavenly Thunder, and the sword body was buzzing and vibrating, and there was a tendency to shake more and more.

Ling Yuhan's raised heart fell slightly, fortunately, there is a Zhuxian Sword!

His eyes were cold, looking at the heavenly thunder that had not disappeared, his arm waved heavily, and a fierce sword qi hit the heavenly thunder directly, three terrible air currents collided together in the air, a white light that covered the sky and the sun, and the ground exploded, and then, there was a terrifying bombardment sound that shook the earth in his ears, and the earth under his feet completely sank two or three meters, forming a huge pit, the heavenly thunder disappeared, and the entire Zhuxian Sword fell to the ground without movement.

Twelve felt the signs of a breakthrough, gritted his teeth, and took a breath, condensing all the rampaging fighting qi in his veins in the dantian, and the huge air flow shook her internal organs in great pain at the moment of fusion! Even her soul seemed to be torn in half, dizzy, and her ears were buzzing.

The bones all over her body seemed to have been run over by a heavy truck, as if they had been shattered, and the pain was so painful that she broke out in a cold sweat, but when the sharp pain passed, a soft warm current rose from the chaotic dantian, and began to repair the damaged tendons and livers along her limbs! Everywhere she went, the sharp pain gradually disappeared, and all that was left was the refreshment of her body, as if the whole person was full of inexhaustible strength, twelve pairs of eyes stared, and the moment she woke up, the King Kong cover shattered, and a beam of golden light burst out from the top of her head, straight into the sky.

The layers of thick black clouds were also completely dispelled by this golden light, the sun shone on the earth again, and in the Demonic Beast Forest, the terrible feeling of suffocation disappeared completely, and thousands of Demonic Beasts roared in the sky, it was a kind of joy to regain their lives! Just now, they were like they had walked away from the Ghost Gate, and now they still have lingering palpitations.

When Twelve got up, she saw the mess around her, and there was a moment of trance, she picked up the Zhuxian Sword, and knocked on the sword body with her fingers, feeling that it was not like the spirit of ordinary life, and even faintly had the illusion that it was just a piece of black iron! "Zhuxian Sword?"

Twelve closed his eyes and had a conversation with a certain sword in the spiritual sea.

"Let this seat ...... Take a break. Zhu Xianjian's weak voice exploded in Twelve's mind, and then, no matter how she called, there was no movement, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

You know, even if it is an artifact, it has used all its power against the heavenly thunder, and now, it needs to sleep until its strength is restored, and then it will wake up.

"Master, are you alright?" the fire unicorn trotted all the way to Twelve in fear, and his wild voice was full of worry.

Twelve frowned, how could she feel that when she broke through, something happened that she didn't know? Twelve swept the huge pit around her, and then looked at the fire phoenix who was evading her, and Ling Yuhan, who was holding a white sword and her face was slightly pale, walked over quickly, stretched out her hand against his back, and a wave of fighting energy flowed into his body.

"Internal injury?" Twelve exclaimed, Ling Yuhan was actually injured by his fighting spirit, and his muscles and veins were damaged by different degrees, but fortunately, he didn't hurt the vital point, but who had such a great ability to hurt him?

The Immortal Sword is weak, the Fire Qilin is worried, he is injured, if nothing happens, the first of the twelve will not believe it!

Ling Yuhan took the Xuanyuan Sword back into his carry-on space, slashed his red-hot robe in the air, reached out and hugged Twelve tightly in his arms, his head lightly against her neck, greedily sucking the taste on her body, "It's okay, you're fine......"