"Tight, tight, tight!"

A shiny light burst out from Helian Ling's eyes, and he made handprints with his hands and placed them in front of his chest, gritting his teeth and continuing to recite the spell.

"Tight, tight, tight! Is it tight, tight, honest, aunt fairy?"

A silly sound came from her feet. She subconsciously lowered her head and saw the little beast looking at her with her head tilted.

Wasn't this little beast next to Jun Qianxi at the beginning? Why did it suddenly appear here?

Her eyes moved to her lower body again, and she was hesitant that she focused all her attention on Duanmu Ming, and she didn't know when her legs were tied up with thick red ropes.

The other end of the rope was held in the claws by the little beast.

"Tight, tight, tight!"

The little beast imitated her and then clenched the rope in her hand and pulled it hard. Helian Ling's legs, which had originally flew away, were suddenly tightened and fell to the ground in an exclaim.

"Tight, tight!"

The little beast kept muttering, quickly pulling the rope to tie it up. In the blink of an eye, Helian Ling was tied into a very strange position, and the two lumps on his chest had been tightened and exposed.

"Little Dragon, lift it up and hang it on the tree!"

Mo Bing immediately turned into a dragon, picked up the rope in the hand of the little beast and pulled Helian Ling and flew into the air, hanging on the top of the dead tree towering into the clouds.

A group of vultures happened to fly from the dead tree, looking at Helianling with his eyes glowing. After Mo Bing left, he immediately flew to her and pecked her chest.

The little beast patted his claws and grimaced at the person who kept shouting in the air.

Humph, don’t think that you only have ropes, and there are small beasts, and they are even more powerful than yours.

When the Ling Master beside him saw this situation, he immediately took out his weapon and pointed it at Duanmu Ming.

He was smart this time. He didn't cut his head against Jun Qianxi, otherwise he would be beaten to you with one move.

He thought that as long as Duanmu Ming was still trapped, Jun Qianxi would have no support, so wouldn't it be easy to kill him?

But he didn't think about which onion he was able to kill Duanmu Ming?

Just as he waved his sword at Duanmu Ming, the momentum on Duanmu Ming's body suddenly surged, and a gray aura emanated from his body and wrapped the holy rope wrapped around his body.

What kind of magic weapons in the world are not composed of spiritual energy? What kind of waves can it cause when facing the strange gas that can devour spiritual energy?

With a "bang", the holy rope was shaken open. At this time, Young Master Ling's sword was less than an inch away from his heart.

Duanmu Ming raised his hand without changing his face and grabbed it when the tip of the sword pierced his clothes.

Young Master Ling's figure was suddenly stopped. He watched the demonic pupils with a faint smile in front of him slowly magnified, full of fear.

Duanmu Ming's wrist turned, and the other sword at the holy realm level gradually bent under his power, and then broke with a "clang".

Young Master Ling was awakened by the harsh sound. He hurriedly stepped back, with a pale face and a hint of madness in his eyes.

Duanmu Ming threw the broken sword in his hand into the air, and gently stroked his fingers in front of him, controlling the broken sword body to fly towards Mr. Ling.

"ah"

The first time it fell on his chest, the deep ribs were visible.

Young Master Ling's scream sounded, and this was just the beginning.

The broken sword followed Duanmu Ming's fingers and flew around Young Master Ling's body.
Chapter completed!