Chapter 265

At the same time as Meng Yan made a move, several powerful Saint King auras rushed up nearby, rushing towards Meng Yan in a straight line, the speed was extremely fast, and the strength was even stronger, and the murderous aura contained in it could not be clearer than expressed.

If he didn't dodge or dodge, let these few Saint King blows hit his body, Meng Yan would definitely not be able to bear it, but as if he didn't see it, he pinched the little fat man's neck and continued to exert strength, as if he had made up his mind to strangle people, and Meng Yan didn't pay attention to this, which made his companion standing next to him anxious.

The five of them were all anxious, but among the five, Lan Bingmei knew the little man's mind the most, and vaguely guessed his thoughts, and was even more deeply uneasy about this, worried about the reaction of the other four, because no matter how you look at it, this is obviously Meng Yan creating an opportunity to test the reactions of these companions, if someone chooses to stand by......

Fortunately, this situation did not happen, Lie Chaoxia, who bowed his head to Meng Yan, immediately took out his sword, the sword rose like a sunrise, the golden light was brilliant, and he blocked a holy king who was approaching, the holy king held a golden pen in his hand, originally saw that Lie Zhaoxia was young, and he still had a contemptuous heart, but he knew that the heat on the golden sword was boiling, like igniting a small sun, and instantly melted off half of his golden pen, which shocked his soul to fly out of the sky, and hurriedly retreated, and stopped in a hurry.

Mei Ying raised his feet lightly, and the shadow of his legs set off a wave of qi, forming a wall of qi, and the Saint King who came to attack met a strong opponent, and he didn't dare to be careless, he swung his sword and slashed out, and collided with the wall of qi, and each retreated, forming a confrontation, and no one could take a step in vain.

Even Hu Qingtian and Liu Lang did not stand idly by, and automatically assisted Lan Bingmei to make a move. The three of them formed a battle against a holy king from the west.

"Junior!

Among the three-way attack and defense, Lan Bingmei is the weakest on this road, one washes the marrow, two easy tendons, and shakes a middle-level Saint King, the combat power is very different, and the two sides have no comparison at all. I can't resist it. Hu Qingtian and Liu Lang were the first to be shaken away, Liu Lang staggered back seven or eight steps, although Hu Qingtian only took two steps back and stopped, but he made his mouth bleed. The injuries were not minor. And the blue ice rose that bears the power of the Holy King head-on. The situation will only get worse.

The attacking Saint King smashed it with a stick, and the ice ring released by Lan Bingmei was shattered, and he was forced to be helpless. It can only be blocked with a thousand colorful phoenix hairpins, and the sticks and hairpins are attacked, and the phoenix hairpins with weak stress suddenly shine and spit out dazzling colored light, which contains the ultimate strength, little by little, resisting the attack of the golden stick.

"It's ...... Imperial soldiers?"

The holy king holding the stick was shocked, after the heavenly washing, with the large increase in the number of holy kings, the bottom of the box of the various factions of the weapons were also lifted out one by one, the imperial soldiers have now dropped sharply, many holy kings wear an imperial soldier out to walk, but there are also high and low.

If the fit is not enough, the weapon does not say that it exerts its own power, and even the increase effect is greatly discounted, and even upside down, take a martial god soldier out, and may not be able to win the weapon below the holy king, this extreme comparison is reality, and the so-called fit is nothing more than the cooperation between people and weapons, and the recognition of the weapon.

In Lan Bingmei, what this holy king saw was not only the fit between the soldier master and the weapon, but also the faint imperial power that was spit out in the phoenix, symbolizing the gradual spirituality of this imperial soldier, and he also began to recognize the master, which is a rare case in ten thousand, once he gets the weapon that gives birth to spiritual consciousness and recognizes the master, he can exert the full power of this weapon almost without burden, regardless of level, in other words, even if it is at the level of washing the marrow, it can burst out with an imperial blow, and it is also a blow that he absolutely cannot block......

Shocked that something was wrong, this holy king suddenly went with all his strength, turned into a hundred double shadows, and struck down indiscriminately, bombarding Lan Bingmei, who was holding the phoenix hairpin, without sparing his hand, and the strength was at least two orders of Lan Bingmei, and he couldn't resist it, and the defensive air shield drawn by Feng Hai was shattered, seeing that this stick was about to hit the front door, and Xiang Xiaoyu died, a fear just appeared in his heart, a small but warm palm suddenly stuck to her waist, and then, an incomparably hot force penetrated.

Lan Bingmei cultivated the shape of the ice god during this period of time, the amount of strength has grown, the shape of the ice spirit is biased towards the cold, this is in conflict with the input of the force of the force, but this warm current does not know what the principle of composition, after the energy is entered into the body, it actually echoes with the true qi of the shape of the ice spirit, one yin and one yang, corresponding to the rotation, intertwined to form an endless, Tai Chi creation image.

In an instant, the boundless huge force gathered at one point, and shot out from the tip of the phoenix hairpin, the indigo blue ice flame, unstoppable, and collided with the stick holding the holy king, at the moment of contact with it, the war stick was quickly frozen by a layer of ice, the holy king hurriedly abandoned the stick and withdrew, seeing that his weapon had not yet landed, as the ice shattered, there were more cracks on the surface one after another, and the whole was destroyed, and he was shocked into a cold sweat......

Looking up, this holy king was shocked again, he had never heard of this kind of lethality is not too strong, but it specializes in destroying the means of weapons, eighty percent of the strength of the warriors is in the weapons, if the weapons are abolished, even if I am safe, I can't fight anymore, and at this moment, Lan Bingmei, after sending out a shocking blow, the vitality was consumed a lot, but there was a layer of ice blue flames faintly on the body, especially on the top of the head, like a gradually forming imperial crown, and the whole body was shrouded in a layer of imperial power......

"You...... You're ......."

Frightened, the Saint King, who had just lost his weapon, did not dare to be rash and took two steps back, and Lan Bingmei, who was originally relieved for this, collapsed, her feet were weak, and she almost fell, but the hand behind her was infused in time, allowing her to quickly recover her qi and stand steadily.

Looking at it a little, Lan Bingmei caught a glimpse of Meng Yan's figure, on the one hand, she was surprised that his strength was so strong and strong, far beyond the ordinary level of easy muscles, and on the other hand, she was happy to blossom for his help, and just wanted to say something, Meng Yan had already stood up first, and asked loudly.

"The court is so famous, but it turned out to be a dirty thing, the six of our brothers and sisters slept well in the house, first there were uninvited guests who climbed over the wall and invaded at night, and then you guys, who actually broke the wall directly for me...... Dare to ask us what we are guilty of, and why is it necessary to break down the door with such fanfare?"

"Hmph, boy is so sophistry!" said the Saint King who had destroyed the weapon of war, "We are only here to catch the fugitives, and it has nothing to do with you, it is your ......"

"Yo, is the fugitive?" Meng Yan glanced around, "May I ask where the fugitive has gone?"

There was no one else around, let alone Yun Ziya, who had just taken the opportunity to escape...... (To be continued......)