Chapter 847: Outbreak (8)
"She is Qian Zhihan! It's the same Obasang as before, and it's the lackey of this masked man! Be careful yourself! ”
After Murong Feixue opened her mouth to remind, Qian Zhihan immediately sneered.
"Hahaha...... You're about to lose yourself, and you still have to manage others? Qian Zhihan appeared out of thin air, with a triumphant look on his face.
She wrapped her hands tightly around Mu Xing'er's arms, and she could still find time to shout at Murong Feixue: "Do you know that the silver-faced Venerable Lord promised to give me the Nuwa Stone on your body, and I myself am a rare Heavenly Spirit physique in ten thousand years, as long as there is a Nuwa Stone, I can exert double the potency!" When all the Nuwa Stones on your body are given to me, I can immediately become and I can immediately upgrade to the Supreme Rank, invincible in the world! Hahaha......"
Qian Zhihan's eerie laughter echoed throughout the empty cave, and with the bones of the dead girls around her, it looked even more eerie.
Murong Feixue and Mu Xing'er, who were already in a weak position, now have to face two strong enemies, and the situation is not optimistic.
"Oh no, it's dead...... Woo woo woo ...... "Mu Xing'er thought that Murong Feixue would not be able to beat that half-masked man, so she would not be able to escape the doom of death. Immediately she began to cry.
"Prepare to die! The Nuwa Stone is all mine! The half-masked man laughed triumphantly.
Just as those black spiritual powers were about to attack Murong Feixue's body, they heard a loud noise from behind the cave. It was as if it was a landslide and the ground cracked, and the rubble collapsed. A bitter hurricane rolled up from the direction of the mouth of the cave, and I don't know who it was, and it swept by at great speed. In the blink of an eye, he came to Murong Feixue's side.
"Bang!"
The figure that suddenly appeared, like a white city wall, blocked all spiritual power attacks for Murong Feixue. And when he was passing by, he hit Qian Zhihan directly on the opposite stone wall, vomiting blood.
Because of the sudden appearance of equal strength to confront the half-masked man's spiritual power, the half-masked man was caught off guard and was also slammed out.
Murong Feixue, who was originally about to endure the fatal blow, immediately widened his eyes. Only then did I find out that the man who blocked this blow for himself was none other than Long Ming, who was supposed to rest at the inn!
"Ming! How did you come here? ”
"Where is the crown princess of the crown prince, the prince should naturally be there! These villains who kidnapped the crown princess at will must be prepared to suffer serious consequences! ”
Long Ming's slender figure stood in the wind, and his ink-colored three thousand long hair flew in the wind. On Ruyu's face, the slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and the bright obsidian-like pupils were full of Murong Feixue's shadow. It's just that at such a critical moment, he is also calm. He was even in the mood to laugh with Murong Feixue on the side.
The half-masked man and Qian Zhihan, who were left cold, took advantage of this gap to adjust their breathing and re-stand in front of Murong Feixue, Long Ming, and Mu Xing'er.
"Don't get complacent too soon! I just used less than thirty percent of my strength just now! If you are so stubborn, don't blame me for making you die ugly! ”
The half-masked man gritted his teeth and raised his hands suddenly. The fingers, pale without a trace of blood, made strange marks in mid-air. Wherever the fingertips passed, a mist like smoke was released. Under the mist, several people over there were isolated in a powerful spiritual power enchantment.