Murong Feixue turned her wrist and greeted the Flame Meniscus Knife. When the Flame Crescent Moon Knife and the Long Yuan Victory Evil Sword were combined, they saw a light of the fifth stage of the Divine Rank Red Realm, which gradually became profound, and it was actually the strength of the second stage of the Divine Rank Green Realm that began to merge with Long Ming. The attack on the two weapons has increased the strength......

The masked man in black led by him was shocked! He looked at Murong Feixue and Long Ming in front of him incredulously. Shaking pointed in the direction of the two, and said in a trembling voice: "Seven, seven, seventy-two heavy Luan Feng and Ming? ”

The masked black-clothed man who hadn't seen this move in the back stepped forward and asked, "Boss, what is the seventy-two heavy Luanfeng and Ming?" ”

"Stupid! It's going to die! Evacuate! The masked black-clothed man at the head roared in horror and took the lead to escape.

But before they could escape, an ensemble like a phoenix and a dragon chanting sounded all around, and the music was melodious and moving. What's even more unbelievable is that there are countless real golden music scores, like spider webs.

In an instant, all the masked black-clothed people were trapped, and there was no one left!

Not far from them, Murong Feixue and Long Ming stood opposite each other, each holding the Flame Crescent Sword and the Long Yuan Victory Sword in their hands. Where they met, their spiritual power poured out. The change made a seventy-two heaven and earth net of Luanfeng and Ming, locking on those masked black-clothed people.

It seems that there is a common heart, so there is no need to say more.

Murong Feixue and Long Ming shouted almost in unison: "Eighth Luan Feng and Ming!" ”

"Ahhh......h Yes! There was a wail.

The wail was accompanied by a blood mist, which exploded among the masked black-clad men. All the masked black-clothed men who were below the strength of the third stage of the god-level green realm were all smashed into minced meat. Blood splattered everywhere......

"The sixteenth Luan Feng and Ming!" A moment later, Murong Feixue and Long Ming shouted in unison again.

"Ahhh......h Yes! Another high-pitched scream of pain.

The more than 50 masked black-clothed people who were still crowded next to each other turned out to be less than thirty people left.

Every time the melodious music is raised, it is to reach another eightfold heavenly realm. In an instant, several people will be seen exploding and dying. When he got to the back, he didn't even have time to hum, and he turned into a blood mist. Leaves the ground covered with cloudy and thick plasma.

Twenty people......

Ten people......

Five-person ......

When the sixty-fourth heavy Luan Feng and Ming sounded, he saw that the master of the first stage of the Divine Rank Golden Realm also opened his unwilling eyes and fell down violently.

All the black-clothed masked people turned into a stream of blood flowing wantonly in front of Long Ming and Murong Feixue. Filthy, rancid, disgusting.

"Whew...... Finally avenge the dead spirits in this village! Murong Feixue exhaled a long breath and said with relief.

Long Ming also nodded, twisting his handsome eyebrows, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle swept over the blood clots in front of him. I don't know why, I always feel that the corpses of these masked black-clothed people are a little different. But I can't tell what the difference is......

"Ming? What are you thinking? ”

"What do you call me?" Long Ming came back to his senses.

Discovering Feixue's affectionate name for herself was definitely a surprise for Long Ming.

"I'm about to see your father, the emperor, and the queen mother, I can't still look like I don't know you well......" Murong Feixue lowered her head a little coquettishly.