Chapter: 4790
bang bang bang!
Zhongli Haoyan was like a flying swallow, quickly surrounded by the vortex of flames, and the divine sword in his hand was constantly slashing out, the sword was deadly, and his moves were terrifying.
I saw that the flame vortex was blasted out of terrifying depressions everywhere, but it was not broken.
"Flying Swallow Slashes the Swallow Returning to the Nest!"
Suddenly, in the void, Zhongli Haoyan's faint voice came again.
But Zhongli Haoyan went straight to the sky. When she reached a certain height, she fell suddenly, her speed was so fast that she broke through the speed of light, and she was in front of the flame vortex in an instant.
Endless sword lights appeared in front of Zhongli Haoyan, manifesting a flying swallow with wings spread and singing, falling into the vortex of flames.
"This is Feiyan's last move, and it's also Hao Yan's strongest move. It's really terrifying! This kind of battle is beyond the scope of our intervention!"
Ye Qitun looked at the scene in front of him with a hint of admiration and loneliness in his eyes.
boom!
The flame vortex collapsed suddenly, and countless sparks burst out.
Among the swaying sparks are the astonished eyes of the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan and the constantly fluttering veil.
Feiyan uttered a resonant cry, fell from the sky, and landed on the body of the Phoenix Clan Saintess.
Boom!
The terrifying explosion sound, accompanied by endless air waves, swept towards all directions.
Both the human race and the alien race were blown by this wave of air and kept retreating, retreating, and retreating again.
Zhuo Wen also took a few steps back, his gaze was serious, looking at the battlefield ahead covered by countless smoke and dust, and even used his spiritual sense to investigate.
But he found that the battlefield was completely suppressed by the terrifying aura of Zhongli Haoyan and the saintesses of the Phoenix tribe. Although his consciousness could penetrate inside, his perception was infinitely weakened, and he couldn't see the specific scene clearly.
He only saw that among the countless smoke and dust, one person stood up slowly, while the other one knelt on the ground.
And the figure who stood up grabbed the neck of the man kneeling on the ground, and immediately threw it out fiercely.
That figure was thrown out violently, like falling leaves, so helpless.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were fixed, and he found that the thrown figure just flew towards him.
When this figure broke through the smoke and dust and completely appeared in front of Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen discovered that this figure turned out to be Zhongli Haoyan.
At this moment, Zhongli Haoyan's face was pale, coughing blood continuously, there was a huge blood hole in her chest, and a divine sword was stuck in that blood hole.
And this divine sword is exactly Zhongli Haoyan's saber.
Zhuo Wen flew out suddenly, caught Zhongli Hao Yan in mid-air, and the moment he was about to land on the ground, a fiery breath rushed from the smoke and dust, blasting towards his vitals.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and his right palm slammed out, the palm of his hand exuded crystal light, blasting together with the fiery breath.
That fiery breath was exactly a flame python, but it was blown away by Zhuo Wen's palm, and Zhuo Wen fell below holding Zhong Li Hao Yan.
Zhongli Haoyan coughed up a mouthful of blood again, only then did she realize that it was Zhuo Wen who saved her.
"Ahem! Brother Long, you didn't escape?" Zhongli Hao Yan said weakly.
Zhuo Wen shook his head, and instead of answering Zhongli Haoyan's words, he waved to Yao Xiangjun who was not far away.
Yao Xiangjun quickly came to Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen handed Zhongli Haoyan to Yao Xiangjun, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Yao, Miss Zhongli will be under your care first!"
Yao Xiangjun nodded quickly, and immediately his beautiful eyes fell into the smoke and dust in front of him. There, a beautiful figure came out slowly, and said worriedly: "Brother Long, this saint of the Phoenix clan is too terrifying, you..."
"Leave it to me!" Zhuo Wen smiled slightly.
At this moment, both the human race and the foreign race retreated far away, staring at the beautiful figure slowly walking out from the depths of the smoke.
All the gazes gathered were full of awe, fear and unknown emotions.
"This human race has a lot of guts. After seeing the true strength of the saint, not only did they not escape, but they also had the courage to meet the challenge of the saint!"
Among the alien races, the alien race with a human face and a tiger body stuck the bronze halberd on the ground, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked at Zhuo Wen who was standing there with a sneer.
On the human side, Ye Qitun and Situ Liangji couldn't help shaking their heads, and secretly said: "This Longwen is looking for death! I didn't see that the strength of this Phoenix Clan saint is far superior to all of us here."
From everyone's point of view, the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan already possessed the strength to kill the average Creator Master. JrNovels.com
Zhongli Haoyan was like a flying swallow, quickly surrounded by the vortex of flames, and the divine sword in his hand was constantly slashing out, the sword was deadly, and his moves were terrifying.
I saw that the flame vortex was blasted out of terrifying depressions everywhere, but it was not broken.
"Flying Swallow Slashes the Swallow Returning to the Nest!"
Suddenly, in the void, Zhongli Haoyan's faint voice came again.
But Zhongli Haoyan went straight to the sky. When she reached a certain height, she fell suddenly, her speed was so fast that she broke through the speed of light, and she was in front of the flame vortex in an instant.
Endless sword lights appeared in front of Zhongli Haoyan, manifesting a flying swallow with wings spread and singing, falling into the vortex of flames.
"This is Feiyan's last move, and it's also Hao Yan's strongest move. It's really terrifying! This kind of battle is beyond the scope of our intervention!"
Ye Qitun looked at the scene in front of him with a hint of admiration and loneliness in his eyes.
boom!
The flame vortex collapsed suddenly, and countless sparks burst out.
Among the swaying sparks are the astonished eyes of the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan and the constantly fluttering veil.
Feiyan uttered a resonant cry, fell from the sky, and landed on the body of the Phoenix Clan Saintess.
Boom!
The terrifying explosion sound, accompanied by endless air waves, swept towards all directions.
Both the human race and the alien race were blown by this wave of air and kept retreating, retreating, and retreating again.
Zhuo Wen also took a few steps back, his gaze was serious, looking at the battlefield ahead covered by countless smoke and dust, and even used his spiritual sense to investigate.
But he found that the battlefield was completely suppressed by the terrifying aura of Zhongli Haoyan and the saintesses of the Phoenix tribe. Although his consciousness could penetrate inside, his perception was infinitely weakened, and he couldn't see the specific scene clearly.
He only saw that among the countless smoke and dust, one person stood up slowly, while the other one knelt on the ground.
And the figure who stood up grabbed the neck of the man kneeling on the ground, and immediately threw it out fiercely.
That figure was thrown out violently, like falling leaves, so helpless.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were fixed, and he found that the thrown figure just flew towards him.
When this figure broke through the smoke and dust and completely appeared in front of Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen discovered that this figure turned out to be Zhongli Haoyan.
At this moment, Zhongli Haoyan's face was pale, coughing blood continuously, there was a huge blood hole in her chest, and a divine sword was stuck in that blood hole.
And this divine sword is exactly Zhongli Haoyan's saber.
Zhuo Wen flew out suddenly, caught Zhongli Hao Yan in mid-air, and the moment he was about to land on the ground, a fiery breath rushed from the smoke and dust, blasting towards his vitals.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and his right palm slammed out, the palm of his hand exuded crystal light, blasting together with the fiery breath.
That fiery breath was exactly a flame python, but it was blown away by Zhuo Wen's palm, and Zhuo Wen fell below holding Zhong Li Hao Yan.
Zhongli Haoyan coughed up a mouthful of blood again, only then did she realize that it was Zhuo Wen who saved her.
"Ahem! Brother Long, you didn't escape?" Zhongli Hao Yan said weakly.
Zhuo Wen shook his head, and instead of answering Zhongli Haoyan's words, he waved to Yao Xiangjun who was not far away.
Yao Xiangjun quickly came to Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen handed Zhongli Haoyan to Yao Xiangjun, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Yao, Miss Zhongli will be under your care first!"
Yao Xiangjun nodded quickly, and immediately his beautiful eyes fell into the smoke and dust in front of him. There, a beautiful figure came out slowly, and said worriedly: "Brother Long, this saint of the Phoenix clan is too terrifying, you..."
"Leave it to me!" Zhuo Wen smiled slightly.
At this moment, both the human race and the foreign race retreated far away, staring at the beautiful figure slowly walking out from the depths of the smoke.
All the gazes gathered were full of awe, fear and unknown emotions.
"This human race has a lot of guts. After seeing the true strength of the saint, not only did they not escape, but they also had the courage to meet the challenge of the saint!"
Among the alien races, the alien race with a human face and a tiger body stuck the bronze halberd on the ground, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked at Zhuo Wen who was standing there with a sneer.
On the human side, Ye Qitun and Situ Liangji couldn't help shaking their heads, and secretly said: "This Longwen is looking for death! I didn't see that the strength of this Phoenix Clan saint is far superior to all of us here."
From everyone's point of view, the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan already possessed the strength to kill the average Creator Master. JrNovels.com
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