"So, the little junior sister is about to come out?" Leng Yumo excitedly and poured the powder on the wound at will, licking her dry lips. "Isn't it just a mere way of destroying the heavens? With the perverted third brother and the Lord of Wushang, I don't believe that the little junior sister can't pass on it! Not to mention the way of heaven, the sky has poked a hole in it."

Yun Ruohan said in a deep voice: "No matter what, we must not take it lightly before the junior sister and the third brother come back. The Ming Yan Army and the Xiaoyao Army are both the junior sister's team, and those monks are all those who have fewer survivors in this world. If you can lose less, you will lose less."

He paused and said, "Yu Mo, you should always pay attention to protecting General Wei. His current existence is more important than us."

Leng Yumo nodded.

The five people finished a brief conversation and faced another battle.

Leng Yumo looked at the defending direction from afar, and fought against the fifth-level ghoul.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to protect her title in close proximity.

Instead, the five people from Xiaoyao Sect have always been the key targets of ghouls to devour.

If she is too close to defending the title, she will not only not be able to protect him, but will instead attract the attention of the fifth-level ghoul to defend the title.

Leng Yumo defeated the fifth-level ghoul with one sword.

The fire she burned fiercely and burned a big hole in the ghoul's body.

The ghoul let out a shrill scream and wanted to escape.

Leng Yumo's [Wu Shang Fire Art] brings a more terrifying spiritual fire than [Golden Crow Fire].

And it is driven by divine power.

Even if a fifth-level ghoul is burned by her, it will be completely destroyed, and there is no chance to regenerate a low-level ghoul.

The fifth-level ghoul dared not fight Leng Yumo anymore, and ran away like he turned around and flew.

At this time, its body had been burned by half, and it only needed another blow to completely destroy it.

The combat power of a fifth-level ghoul is equivalent to that of an immortal.

If one less, the human side will naturally have more chances of winning.

So Leng Yumo only thought for a moment and chased after him without hesitation.

The Red Lotus Sword suddenly turned into a size that covered the sky and the sun.

The flames condensed on the blade, flew to the tip of the blade, and turned into Mu Yan, the firebird.

Puchi--!

The firebird flew out and penetrated the body of the fifth-level ghoul.

The sound of flesh and blood burning that makes people sore teeth come from the air.

In just a blink of an eye, a fifth-level ghoul had completely disappeared.

Leng Yumo took back the long knife and her chest was slightly undulating.

Her attack seemed easy, but it consumed a lot of divine power.

But fortunately, it will take time for the next fifth-level ghoul to fight a rotating battle.

However, the next moment, Leng Yumo's face suddenly changed.

She turned around suddenly, and what caught her eye was a slowly appearing figure beside the defending prince.

Green-dressed ink hair, ice-blue eyes deep and indifferent. Looking at everything around, it seemed as if there was no trace of emotion.

Mo, Qing, Mountain!

Leng Yumo's pupils suddenly shrank, and she opened her mouth wide and wanted to speak.

But the sound seemed to be stuck in the throat.

General Wei... Be careful!

The slender and beautiful, fair and slightly morbid hand slowly pressed on the defending head.

The defending prince's eyes were wide open, and a terrified expression appeared in his eyes covered with red bloodshots.

He felt that a force poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, easily breaking through all his defenses, and then...

It suddenly exploded.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The endless and intense pain made the defender scream heart-wrenchingly.
Chapter completed!