The wind is going crazy.

In all directions, the jailers who kept coming out were like stabbing a hornet's nest.

And the guy who refused to give up, the guy who was covered in scars, was desperately trying to climb up the chariot.

What's worse is that now the whole chariot is out of balance, and if it falls, all the people will suffer.

When he was so nervous, that guy Lin Feng was still dreaming of his big head!

Woohoo!

The rabbit was furious, and its paws gently hooked the crossbow mechanism, and after a few sharp sounds, three flying arrows shot out. The arrows seemed to have long eyes, and after leaving the string, two of them turned, and at such a close distance, they were actually looking for the weak point of the target on their own.

One of them shot straight at Kim Seung-hu's throat, and the other two pursued his temple.

The rabbit felt that no matter how he looked at this move, the other party would die. But the reality is cruel, it's too cruel.

Jin Chenghu gritted his teeth and glared, his two eyes were red, and his whole face was big and small, forming a phantom. The rabbit rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

Suddenly, in the phantom, a huge tiger head grew, and a fierce aura came to the face. The rabbit shivered and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This is a natural crushing of the species, and soon the rabbit regained its demeanor and cursed. Grab the crossbow and plan to fire it again, but it's too late.

Click!

The tiger's head went up and down, left and right, opened its mouth and bit hard, and in an instant, it bit the three crossbow arrows. The phantom trembled and disappeared, Jin Chenghu was still the same Jin Chenghu, but he had already climbed onto the flying chariot.

"Hand over that Outland Kid!" Jin Chenghu's huge body, hit and shattered, and walked one hole at a time, and the already broken flying chariot became more and more broken, and the poor one was like picking it up from the garbage heap. No, maybe no one wants the garbage heap yet.

Boom, boom!

The place where the chariot was broken, there were all kinds of strange sounds, and after losing its balance, it fell left and right, and kept approaching the ground.

On the ground, the jailers have opened a net, ready to arrest these prisoners who dare to escape.

The wind searched the intestines and hung his stomach, used up the ink of his life, and scolded Jin Chenghu.

Of course, the Pangu people couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand the wind being bullied, and rushed over with a bang. But his movements seemed to be more destructive than Jin Chenghu's, stepping through the floor with one kick, penetrating one leg, tilting his body, and shattering a rudder with his head.

"Pangu Pangu!" He roared, warning the other.

Hurricane took the time to scold him, "Shut up and stinky stones, will you help me or help him?" ”

The Pangu people were immediately aggrieved like a child, hugged their shoulders and began to cry.

Voye stroked his forehead: "Looks like I'm going to die at the hands of these fools!" ”

Looking back, Long Jiu was still concentrating on healing that kid's injuries, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that these idiots also took care of her. Thinking of his mission again, Voy sighed, waved his hand, and brushed it! A piece of sleeve arrows shot out and pounced on Jin Chenghu.

The battle was in full swing here, but Lin Feng fell into an increasingly leisurely dream.

In the dream, he was floating and sinking in the void, the severe pain was subsiding, and his body was getting more and more relaxed.

There were stars in the void, although no one told him, but Lin Feng knew that it was his dantian, the broken dantian.

He reached for it, and the starlight slipped into his palms, crept into his pores, and merged with his flesh.

A wonderful sensation that comes from everywhere in the body.

Suddenly, Lin Feng seemed to be connected to a more powerful and magical world. He heard the singing of birds and flowers, and even in his dreams, he knew that he was in prison, and his ears could hear the fighting of his temporary companions. If you think about prison, there will be no birds singing and flowers.

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