Looking at the night terror's laughter, there was fear, spreading out of Zhang Xiao's body, enveloping all his minds like a tide.

He felt like a little vole being targeted by an eagle, with no way to hide, no way to escape.

His life can only be held in the hands of Night Terror.

As soon as this idea appeared, Zhang Xiao was taken aback.

What kind of joke, the other party is a waste who can't cultivate, and he is a ninth-order mystery!

How could he be afraid of her? How could he be afraid of her?

Zhang Xiao shook his head vigorously to drive away the thoughts in his heart, and secretly comforted himself.

He must have had an illusion just now, maybe it was the sequelae of being crushed by the night without wind.

Damn, Ye Wufeng is so despicable, then he will definitely torture this night terror to death.

If this task is completed beautifully, maybe the adults will assign him another task in the future.

Hooking his lips and smiling fiercely, Zhang Xiaozi gritted his teeth and suddenly attacked, without a hint of warning, like a vigorous tiger, he pounced fiercely on his prey.

"Fuhu Fist!"

Zhang Xiao shouted, with endless pride and joy in his voice!

It seems that at this moment, Night Terror has been hammered to death by him under the fist of Fu Hu.

Compared with Zhang Xiao's endless pride, in the eyes of everyone, Night Terror Hong was already as stunned, completely motionless.

But if one could look closely, one would see that her eyes were hazy and dark even more chaotic than in the middle of the night.

Boundless, deep and secluded.

When the crimson fist wind crushed in front of her, but when she saw that Night Terror suddenly flashed under her feet, she missed his fist by a fraction of a minute.

Even the wind pressure that his fist can cause is perfectly calculated!

The wind, just past her ears, blew her long hair, and at that moment, it was like pouring ink and angry.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Jinghong moved suddenly, not retreating, but advancing, his slender legs were inserted in Zhang Xiao's lower plate, and his flexible waist leaned back with the force of the wind.

That picture, like a black lotus swaying in the wind, stirred up layers of ripples, dissolved the smoke waves, and then, when everyone was silent in such beauty, she suddenly retracted her movements!

One hand up, lightly lift and try your best to pull up!

With one hand down, raise your hand and smash your fist hard!

Suddenly, Zhang Xiao's arm made a crisp sound in the exertion of the night terror.

"Kara—"

"Ahh

Zhang Xiao screamed in pain, wanting to withdraw the hand he had smashed out, but found that his arm had been misplaced in the shape of lightning!

Terrified!

God!

He was deposed!

In one move, it will be abolished!

The impact of this discovery had not yet had time to spread in his heart, and the next moment his eyes were almost pierced!

A scarlet dazzling light burst out in front of him, as strong as solidified blood!

This is the color after the mystic cultivator has reached the peak!

However, this kind of light does not belong to him, although he is also the peak of the Xuanzhi, but in this red light in front of him, his light is simply weak, like the sun and fireflies!

If this array of colors representing the mystic does not belong to him, it can only belong to the other side in this battle - Night Terror!

No!

How is this possible!

Night Terror is just a waste! It's absolutely impossible!

How could her body exude the holy radiance that represented the mystery?!

Those who have the same idea as Zhang Xiao naturally have the crowd of onlookers.

Until—