In the third battle with the invaders of the Divine Realm, Ling Xuanluo lost due to carelessness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The south wind confuses him and lures him into a trap for two purposes: to eliminate the phantom soldier and to hold him back, creating a chance for Yan Jiu to move forward.

Now that the two goals have been achieved, he has been in the bear for so many years, and he can finally win Ling Xuanluo once, and it is difficult to say that winning this time will directly take his life, and he will snow his shame for many years, and he is so happy that he can't sit on the ground immediately and find wine to celebrate.

However, he knows how powerful this Jiluo Liuxian is, so as long as Ling Xuanluo doesn't breathe, he still has to stay awake and can't get carried away by victory.

In order to prevent him from still having physical strength, as soon as the poisonous needle attack passed, he would point to Tianchan to make a move, reassemble the phantom soldiers, and let this hard-won victory be in vain, Nanfeng hurriedly reminded Yan Jiu to quickly lead the army through the red forest corridor and kill to the temple as planned.

Ling Xuanluo's sword danced in the wind, and the words of the south wind reached his ears, which made him even more anxious, and he kept complaining to himself: "You, you, even if you have been trained so much, it is still difficult to change your reckless nature!" If you are really defeated, you will die in battle, and you will be so tired that you will be killed by the people of the Beard Clan, and your sin will be great! ”

He regretted not being at the beginning, he just hoped to retreat from the poisonous palm of the south wind as soon as possible, and go to the temple to fight Yan Jiu again, but the poisonous needle rain was intensive, he couldn't be careless at all, and if he flashed his mind, he would be shot.

Yan Jiujing roared from the south wind, and immediately took action, mobilized the steel soul soldiers, rolled up the overwhelming smoke and dust, and rushed forward. She had also learned the power of Ling Xuanluo, and she was much more cautious than before.

This time, she no longer divided her troops, but simply waved the flag towards the sky, and the 20,000 steel soul soldiers all dispatched, pouring in the direction of the temple like a tide of pouring water.

The Steel Soul Soldiers couldn't be killed, but they were besieged by the south wind with wind and thunder, and the three thousand phantom soldiers couldn't come out for a while. Ling Xuanluo was furious, bent on getting rid of the entanglement of the demon path, but he had no skills.

After Nanfeng succeeded, his motivation doubled, and he became more and more courageous, attacking him directly and repeatedly, and it seemed that he was vowing to take advantage of the victory to pursue and let him die under the wind and thunder.

Ling Xuanluo caught a glimpse of the 20,000 Steel Soul Soldiers passing through the Red Forest Corridor out of the corner of his eye, leaving the dust, and despair arose, but he was still trying to cheer himself up: "I can't give up, I can't let the warriors of the Bearded God Clan fight Yan Jiu alone, I have to be calm, calm down to come up with a way to save the decline!" ”

He looked at the murderous south wind again, and the only way to stop that posture was to confirm that he had fallen to the ground and died.

After identifying the form, he stroked his chest with his hand that was not holding Jiaoqiu, and an imperceptible smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Nanfeng was bitter because his fifty-six-style Jiaoqiu sword dance was so leakless that not a single poisonous needle could penetrate it. And if he doesn't die, the fight will continue, as the so-called long night dreams are many, it is difficult to say that there is a chance to be defeated by him.

was in a hurry, but saw him slash horizontally, revealing a flaw. The demon Dao was overjoyed again, shouting "God help me", and took advantage of the situation to shake his palm again.

Seeing the black clouds attacking, Ling Xuanluo deliberately did not dodge, and with a single sword and two gestures left and right, he let out a miserable scream, and his body shook and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Then he looked down blankly, and a row of fine black needles had all been inserted into his chest.

A poisonous needle of a blood needle flower is enough to kill people, not to mention that he was hit by a handful, and the south wind not far away, retracted the wind and thunder, and no longer concealed his pride, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.

It's no wonder that the sworn enemy for so many years has ruined how many good things he has done, and once he gets rid of it, how can he not like it? But after laughing, he immediately remembered that Yan Jiu, who had already killed the temple, really couldn't believe that she could take charge of the overall situation alone, so he was in a hurry to run.

He looked in the direction of the temple, and then looked at Ling Xuanluo who fell to the ground and groaned, thinking that anyway, he was deeply poisoned, and it was impossible to escape death, so it was better to do the right thing first, wait for the people of the Recruit Su Clan, and then come to take his body, and it was not too late to go back to Xiwang Mountain to show off.

So he threw down the man who was lying on the ground and was dying, and chased Yan Jiu away.

(To be continued.) )