Wu Feng's heart was shocked.

Why didn't he know?

The Immortal King has an absolute advantage in strength. Even if they just escaped, it was almost impossible for Wu Feng and Yun Hailan to be faster than the speed of the Immortal King.

Without the powerful Escape Technique created by Han Li Zhenren's Immortal Heaven Escape, how could it be faster than the Immortal King who had already advanced to the Heaven Conquering Realm for many years?

Relying on the technique of urging the heart, using the strong bite of the tip of the tongue to stimulate physical strength, it will inevitably not last. Bite a few more times, not to mention the backlash, and accidentally bite your tongue off completely.

It's just that if you can't even fly out of the Iwakura collar, how can you escape to the vast North Pole?

"Put me down. Yun Hailan said softly, but her tone was extremely resolute.

"What?" Wu Feng was shocked, and then said in a loud voice: "At such a juncture, I will never part with you!"

"Who said they were going to part with you?" Yun Hailan smiled: "Little guy, hold my hand." ”

Wu Feng's body shook suddenly, and he peeked at her, only to see that his expression was as calm as water, but there was a kind of earthly charm.

The last time I heard her call herself "little one" was two years ago. At that time, in order to expel the yin qi in her body, Yun Hailan asked Wu Feng to help her massage her jade feet.

From the age of fourteen to sixteen, Wu Feng thought that he had grown up, even in front of a mature beauty like Yun Hailan, he could stand up to the sky and the earth, shelter the other party from the wind and rain, and no longer have to show the slightest weakness.

But this coquettish and flattering call, but there was a strong maternal feeling in it, which made Wu Feng's heart suddenly soften.

The wind, the colder it gets, but there is a soft and warm current, slowly blowing through the heart.

Wu Feng's eyes were confused, and his hand that did not hold the sword grasped Yun Hailan's slender hand, and he saw her floating like a falling flower and dancing butterfly, light as a dream, and slid off Wu Feng's body.

But the cycle of yin and yang was not cut off, and the two held hands, and were attacked by a strange force. Hold in the air.

"You know? The most powerful escape technique in this world is by no means just the Immortal Heavenly Escape. ”

Yun Hailan smiled slenderly, with a little smugness in her eyes.

Wu Feng suddenly had an ominous premonition.

On Yun Hailan's calm face, an aura emerged that regarded life and death as nothing.

"Aunt Yun......" Wu Feng called.

Yun Hailan's figure was swaying. Suddenly approaching Wu Feng, the slender jade fingers pressed against his lips, blocking Wu Feng's words directly.

Her blue clothes had already been stained with blood, and she had been burned by the black fire of the Immortal King, and there were several holes and scorch marks, but the stars and moons were at the bottom. Under the sky, she stood above the wind, and her demeanor was still elegant and elegant.

The light cold incense breath became strong because of the smell of blood, and bursts hit the tip of Wu Feng's nose and hit his lungs.

The wide sleeves are light, and Yun Hailan lightly picks up his hands, as if inviting the bright moon.

Moonlight and starry flowers, suddenly prosperous!

Wu Feng suddenly felt the north wind around him. It was no longer aggressive, as if it had softened. The sharp sound of the wind turned into a lingering and mournful chant.

The glass-colored light and shadow swirled in all directions at some point, as if the sky was falling and the ground was surging with golden lotus.

From the field of vision of Yun Hailan and Wu Feng, the sky is also bright, the earth is also warm, the sky is high and the earth is high, and the world is vast. It turned into a glass-colored world.

The elf in the wind began to hum a song of resentment.

Wu Feng heard it right, it was the soul of the wind singing, very slightly. But it is also very harmonious.

Among the dead trees, a little green light floated in the air, and the wildfire on the wasteland rose with a pale red halo.

It was the wood spirit and the fire spirit, who had been called to convey their voices.

In the midst of this heaven. Compose a ghostly and beautiful music!

Yun Hailan smiled, compared to her usual smile, she smiled extremely freely, but she was also extremely calm.

The smile is silent, gentle and elegant as a quiet night, but it is splendid, like a thousand peonies that amaze the world!

Wind spirits, wood spirits and fire spirits, swirling in all directions, dancing and singing leisurely.

And Yun Hailan held Wu Feng's palm, led him with force, and flew in the air, flying in the air at an extremely fast speed!

This vast sky is her dance ground.

The dark blue sleeves, scattered with thousands of afterimages, and the messy blood stains around her body did not affect her elegance and dignity at all.

The dance steps are gentle and melodious, but the more she looks like her body is delicate and boneless.

Sometimes she spins sideways, sometimes kicks diagonally, and suddenly flutters like a dream, hugging Wu Feng gently, fluttering like a butterfly, twisting her waist lightly and retreating. In this process, he has always maintained a hand in hand with Wu Feng.

The slit skirts on both sides are sometimes blown up by the wind in the whirling dance, and the more the snowy legs are exposed, but in such elegant dance steps, there is no sense of flattery, even if it is charming, it is also charming and elegant.

Wu Feng's eyes were distracted.

It turns out that Miss Yun, who is not known for her momentum, can also dance such a national dance!

Yun Hailan's demeanor is extremely natural, and in the elegance, there is a pride in the frost and snow.

Under a round of light dancing, her ice muscles and jade bones were cool and sweat-free, but there was a faint tiredness on her face.

It's just that this tired color does not affect her temperament at all, but it makes her dance, in the midst of falling and generous, with a little lilac-like sorrow.

Elegant and peerless, but also miserable and confused! In the confusion, there is a kind of determination of Pu Wei to be tenacious and unswerving!

The glass-like light around her hit her, sparse and sparse, and she seemed to be even more elegant.

Wu Feng's mind was blank, just following Yun Hailan's dance, at her mercy, with the instinct of his body, he should follow the beat of the other party.

Wu Feng learned dance from his father when he was young, and now he is led by Yun Hailan to dance, but he can barely keep up with the rhythm.

But he has always been as arrogant as him, but there is a sense of self-shame in his heart!

Under the stars and moon, in the glazed light, the clouds danced to the songs of the wind spirits, wood spirits, and fire spirits.

However, the light of the stars and moon, the color of the glass, and the singing of the elves were all eclipsed by her volley dance!

Wu Feng looked at her infatuatedly, and the time of the past three years passed through his heart like flowing water, as if he had left no trace, but he was engraved into the bottom of his heart.

This dance is enough to **, and it is enough to overwhelm the world.

In comparison, Sheng Zuixiang's fragrant Heavenly Demon Hu Whirling Dance seems to be just a trick that is purely confusing with sound and color.

"This ...... What is the name of this dance?" Wu Feng Muran asked, not noticing that in the midst of this soothing dance, they seemed to teleport, leaving the Immortal King and the others far away.

Yun Hailan's expression was full of tiredness that could not be concealed. looked at Wu Feng's eyes, but they were full of love.

Just like the night when Wu Feng went crazy after the destruction of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, she had a motherly look. Embrace him in your arms!

"Soul Dance. ”

Wu Feng's heart was shocked.

He had heard of this secret technique.

This is indeed a magical escape technique comparable to the "Immortal Heavenly Escape", but it is just ......

"You...... You burned your own longevity?" Wu Feng asked in surprise.

It turns out that this glass-colored light and shadow are all seven-colored fireworks burned by Shouyuan, which is the streamer of life!

Yun Hailan's expression was graceful: "One life, one dance, one dance." It's the Dance of the Soul. It is already a matter of life and death, what is the use of Shouyuan? It is better to indulge in a dance. ”

In the faint words, it is arrogant!

Only then did Wu Feng realize that since she was attacked by the Immortal King, she had already made all her plans, including this beautiful and peerless Dance of the Soul!

When I first saw her, she had a strong temperament, regarded herself like a child, and seemed quite strong. Wu Feng got along with her and found her strong shell. But she is a completely weak woman.

It is only now that Wu Feng knows that there is a kind of strength hidden in her weak heart that can make men all over the world lose their color! The determination in her indifferent expression at the moment is unstoppable, even if she pours the waters of the five seas!

The ancients cloud pit viper stinged their hands and strong men untied their wrists, but there are few people who can be so decisive from ancient times to the present. And Yun Hailan is now burning her own longevity and dancing out of this Soul Dance, but she has no hesitation. Regrets!

"But...... Aunt Yun ......," Wu Feng choked up.

Yun Hailan's eyes were gentle: "If you die together, it sounds very romantic." But Aunt Yun had that experience, and when it really happened, she knew that in addition to blood. Nothing else. People are people who have died once, of course they look down on this, but you are only sixteen years old, no matter what, you have to live......"

She said softly: "If it really falls into the final desperate situation, I will die with the Immortal King." When you come back to see me. You only need to bring Yang Qi's head and a few thin wines. ”

The words were impossibly calm.

"No...... Absolutely not!" Wu Feng roared: "It's enough now! We all have to live, I will let Aunt Yun watch me break through the Guanzhong with my own eyes and cut off the heads of Yang Qi and the Immortal King." ”

He said almost hoarsely, "This time, we must not die!"

The man didn't flick his tears, but at this moment, tears rolled down his eyes uncontrollably.

In the distance, he heard the roar of the Immortal King, his robe was terrifying, with a long blood light, enveloping his people, and rushing forward.

While Wu Feng and Yun Hailan were talking, their speed slowed down, and they were chased by the fiercely accelerating Zhu Immortal King.

Seeing that Wu Feng and Yun Hailan were shrouded in a strange light and shadow, a middle-aged man snorted coldly and shot out the flying sword first.

This person is Zhang Yiyi, the nephew of the King of Zhuxian, and he is also his favorite disciple, and his strength is second only to the eldest son Zhang Guangming among the disciples of the King of Zhuxian.

Zhang Yiyi thought that now Yun Hailan used this strange dance to escape, which must have weakened his own protection, so he used all his strength, and the flying sword rose against the storm, turning into a length of more than a zhang, and the white light shimmered, towards a dense glass color light and shadow, assassinated!

With a bang, the light network composed of wind spirits, wood spirits, and fire charms suddenly cracked a huge opening.

Yun Hailan's body shook, and her already tired face became more and more pale.

Wu Feng knew that the Soul Dance was going to burn Shouyuan, but he didn't know how much, but he guessed that it would never be a half-star!

But seeing Yun Hailan in the light dance, his demeanor was still calm and arrogant, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the glass-colored wall of light suddenly closed.

With a bang, the flying sword that broke the sky broke with a bang!

At this time, the Immortal King shouted out such words: "One by one, Hugh has to make a rash move!"

It's too late.

Zhang Yiyi showed an extremely frightened look on his face, Ling Xuan was shocked, and blood vomited wildly.

The Wind Spirits, Wood Spirits, and Fire Spirits that had been dispersed by him before rushed towards him as if they had gone mad, and began to bite desperately.

But in a moment, Zhang Yiyi turned into a charred skeleton and fell to the ground, falling to pieces. (To be continued.) )