Although Steward Huo was surprised by the power of the bamboo bed's autonomous protector, his attack did not slacken, and the mana in his palm surged out from his hand.

Zhao Fushuang fell into magma, he was not at ease, the Bai family had a deep heritage, he was only afraid that Zhao Fushuang still had the means to save his life.

In any case, he can't keep a strong enemy like Zhao Fushuang.

Zhao Fushuang knew that she was finished, she looked at the vast sky, and her mood was quite stable at the moment.

But when she was dying, she seemed to see Yi Huang.

No, it's not a hallucination, the man is real.

His black hair was like a waterfall, his white shirt was flying, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he stood on the flying machine and cut through the void.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the Red Flame Purgatory without hesitation.

The white clothes pierced through the crimson flames, and the flames seemed to have become his protective aura, circling and playing around him.

Zhao Fu didn't admit it in both directions, and thought that he was really amazed by the charm of his body when he first saw Yi Huang, who knew that he was still too young, and now Yi Huang, who came from the white shirt, black hair, green bamboo, broken red fireworks, is really gorgeous.

Three hours in advance!

Why should he!

He stood on the flying machine, his black hair flying along his clothes, and with one mana he dispersed the attack that Steward Huo was about to fall on her, and with the other mana he pulled her to rub shoulders with the magma and then rolled the magma in his direction.

Everything, just right.

When Zhao Fushuang fell into Yi Huang's arms, there was only a deep sigh left in his heart.

When he was dying, he was obviously quite calm, but when he escaped, he suddenly choked a little panicked in his throat.

Yi Huang took Zhao Fu's shoulders and flew out of the Red Flame Purgatory at great speed with Zhao Fu's shoulders in one hand, and landed in front of the stone house.

At this time, Steward Huo had already grabbed Lao Hei with one hand and flew out of the Red Flame Purgatory.

Yi Huang lowered his head and swept over, Zhao Fu's face was black and couldn't hide his weakness, his eyes were half-open, blood stained his tattered clothes and bloodless lips, and his black hair was messy and scattered.

It seems that he can't die.

With a wave of his hand, Yi Huang draped his coat over her body, wrapping her tattered clothes.

He was wearing a thin undershirt, and he held Zhao Fu's shoulders with one hand and locked her within his control.

Only then did he look at Steward Huo with cool eyes, his expression was as cold as frost, and he didn't have any extra words, so he directly released his weapon to invite him to fight, "Mayfly Mountain Yi Huang, please teach a half-step quasi-immortal!" ”

Before Steward Huo could reply, a finger-long crystal clear emerald green bamboo flew out of his body and lay in front of him.

Yi Huang held the green bamboo with one hand and pulled a flower in the palm of his hand, and the bamboo exuded a circle of luster, which instantly rose to more than three zhang.

The green bamboo hummed into the sky, and in an instant, it turned into one hundred and thirty-two phantoms, and when the phantoms rotated between Yi Huang's slender and white fingers, the phantoms were so fast that they formed an emerald green screen.

In an instant, the emerald green screen took off his hand and strangled towards Steward Huo.

Everything is so fast that it's hard to tell with the naked eye!

Steward Huo's expression was shocked, and while defending with all his might, he said in shock: "You, you are the mountain master of Mayfly Mountain?" ”

Yi Huang didn't reply, only expressionless palm pinched the trick and remotely controlled the green bamboo, one hundred and thirty-two phantoms merged into one, and the half-rain that became one broke through the sky again.

Steward Huo's face changed greatly, and the mana of his whole body condensed into an air mask, desperately dodging in embarrassment, and the half-rain easily shattered the air mask and almost grazed his neck.

Steward Huo's neck was swept by the strong wind, and blood flowed.

He believed that as long as he was slow to dodge for a moment, he would be quietly explained here at this moment.

Yi Huang's attack was so swift that Steward Huo was completely powerless to fight back, and he shouted in panic, "How can the dignified Mayfly Mountain Lord attack the mortal monks?" It violates the long-standing covenant between the mainland and Mayfly Mountain. ”

"The Covenant?" Yi Huang's palm changed again and again, and the bamboo began to conjure one hundred and thirty-two phantoms again, intercepting Steward Huo's departure step like a shadow, and then he said in a cool voice: "I use the sixty-seven divine plant irrigation body to fight your eighty-nine divine plant irrigation body half-step quasi-immortal, where did you break the rules?" ”

Steward Huo is naturally not ignorant to have today's cultivation, "It is rumored that the mountain master of Mayfly Mountain has comprehended the power of the Heavenly Dao, how can his cultivation be measured by the divine plant?" ”

Yi Huang's attack was swift and overwhelming, but seeing that his palm trick changed again, one hundred and thirty-two bamboos began to vibrate with rules that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, as if some kind of sound wave was emitting to attack Elder Huo, and the expression of Steward Huo who was surrounded in the middle was flustered, and his face became worse and worse, but the old black in his hand was unhindered.

Only then did he speak coldly: "So what? ”

There are three scattered voices in the voice, three points uninhibited, and three points domineering.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Fushuang felt that Yi Huang seemed to be a different person at this moment.

This man was a little arrogant and excessive.

The killing is decisive, and there is a conceit of looking down on the world from top to bottom.

The former warmth and indifference were like a layer of skin disguised on the surface of his arrogant soul.

No matter how Steward Huo escaped, he didn't seem to be able to escape the attack of this sound wave, and his face was extremely ugly for a while, he had never seen such a powerful weapon in his life.

This weapon is like having a soul, the momentum is overwhelming, and he is so shocked by the momentum of a bamboo that he can't exert his strength!

Steward Huo was angry and anxious, "It's better for the old man to persuade the mountain lord not to meddle in things, and the grievances between me and the eldest lady are not something that outsiders can intervene in." ”

Zhao Fu grabbed the shirt on Yi Huang's back tightly with both hands, and snorted weakly, "I have a grudge with you that can't be intervened by outsiders." ”

"I'm not an outsider!" Yi Huang didn't talk nonsense, the palm bamboo changed again, and quickly formed a trapping array.

This weapon is really powerful, and Yi Huang's reputation is famous, and suddenly he faced it, Steward Huo was confused for a while, and he just wanted to escape with Lao Hei.

The vibration rules of one hundred and thirty-two bamboos changed again, and the trapping and killing array blocked all directions, and Yi Huang's cool voice was full of slaughter, "Leave that cat and let you go, otherwise, don't blame me for being a killer." ”

Yi Huang's name is like thunder, even if he can escape today, but if he offends Yi Huang, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future.

Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood.

Steward Huo was disturbed by the bamboo, and after weighing it again, he finally threw Lao Hei over and disappeared in place.

Lao Hei was thrown on the flying machine, Yi Huang didn't stop for a moment, turned around and put Zhao Fushuang still on the flying machine, and flew into the void with a person and a cat.

"You're going to die, won't you light?" Zhao Fushuang was still on the flying machine, and it didn't hurt if it hurt, anyway, she was already numb from pain.

At this moment, it is just two sentences of complaining.

Yi Huang ignored her and flew out quickly.

Zhao Fushuang didn't want any answer.

Crises come and go quickly.

The aircraft shuttles silently, so fast that every speck of dust hitting the aircraft seems to stir up waves.

Zhao Fushuang knew that he should say thank you at this time, but he couldn't say these two words stuck in his throat.

It's not a big deal to be able to say thanks, but the grace of saving lives has to be repaid.

So, it doesn't matter if you thank you or not.