The strong wind is wild, the silver hair is windless and automatic, and the insolence is flying under the black curtain. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

It's like the ten thousand silver snakes hovering in the sky, arrogant and with absolute momentum.

The Cloud Swallowing Pixiu who rushed forward felt strong, and its power locked onto the Cloud Killing Heaven, sparing the four people in the purple ball of light.

The purple light is sheng, the silver hair is dancing, the blue sky is soaring, and the tornado is swept in, such a collision......

"No......" Luo Yu's eyes instantly split, how could Yun Ji Tian at this time be opposite to the thirteenth-level Cloud Swallowing Pixiu.

His injuries, his suppressed strength, he ......

He didn't want to die.

"The host ......"

"Cloud Kills the Sky ......"

"The Emperor's ......"

Seeing this scene, the three of them, Feng Wuxin, Yun Qiong, and Yan Fei, who were above Luo Yu's head, almost roared, and desperately crashed towards the purple ball of light that protected their safety.

It's like I'm crazy.

It's a pity that the ball of light condensed by Yun Killing Heaven can not be broken by them.

The ball of light flew up, through the breach, and flew out of the big array.

No, no, how can it be so, how can it be so.

Waiting for him, no, such a match, it's not that she doesn't have confidence in him, but ......

The starry sky above your head is the place where you will ascend to heaven.

One step forward is to be born.

To take a step back is to die.

Luo Yu looked up at the starry sky, and the bright starlight was flickering.

But how can the enemy fly on the silver-haired flying?

The beauty of the stars in the sky is amazing, but how can it compete with the bewitching and cold face of the clouds and the sky.

Will I never see you again? Wait, how wait? How to wait?

The stars in the sky, the moon and the sky, beautiful and numerous, but none of them were hers, her one was at her feet, in front of the cloud-swallowing Pixiu, who sent her out at that moment of life and death, but fell into his own place.

The stars and moon are dazzling, and the falling feathers are almost pierced out.

"Boom." The sharp sword crossed the air, and he slashed it decisively, the purple light shattered, and the silver shadow flew down.

How can she wait, no, she doesn't wait, her man, she will live and die with him, hand in hand.

The wind suddenly rose, and the broken array closed.

Under the starry sky, the almost crazy Feng Wuxin, Yun Qiong, Yan Fei, watched the falling feather that had come out disappear in front of him.

The night breeze is refreshing, but the human face is not.