"Cousin..."

"king!"

Ling Feng looked sideways, and from the corner of his eyes, a sharp sword that was as fast as a meteor was shining with a cold light and burst into the air. At the critical moment, the shadow guard, less than one foot beside him, rushed up and blocked him.

The sound of the sword blade breaking through the flesh and blood made Ling Feng feel relieved.

Yingwei, who was blocking his face, let out a brief groan in his throat, then his body softened and he slowly fell to the side.

Ling Feng looked up at the face that looked similar to him on the opposite side. He clenched his fists, his pupils contracted, and a fighting spirit gathered while he raised his palms. The wind around him gradually increased, and a strong wind quickly blew around them. The sand and dust on the ground were swept into the wind, like a whirlpool, wrapping them all in it. His eyes were facing each other, and the cold wind blew up his floating clothes, ink hair, and an extremely powerful force exploded between them.

Huangfu Chenjue's ink hair and clothes were blown up by the wind, but he did not move at all, standing in place like a rock. The red fighting spirit like fireworks in his back hand was flying and jumping on his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, a scorching fire immediately appeared on the ground. This fire had no temperature but had a bit of chill that made people tremble constantly.

The strong wind that rolled up the vortex swept the scorching fire on the ground into it, forming a barrier that no one could enter, isolating the shadow guards and Cailing who was chasing him.

"Brother Huangfu..."

"king!"

Mu Jiuer and Ling Yun, who were involved, barely maintained their bodies, staring at the two people who were exactly the same, were secretly anxious.

Ling Feng looked at the anxiety and worry in Mu Jiuer's eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly: "You are just like that."

Huangfu Chenjue curled his lips and smiled easily, and responded to his provocative words: "Each one another."

According to their fighting spirit levels, they are not very different. Since the combat power of both sides has not been stimulated to reach the peak, and there is no direct fight. It is not easy to take action without knowing the opponent's background.

Delaying the internal strength competition of fighting spirit is the best way to test the opponent's strength. Ling Feng heard the call of a girl outside the whirlwind, then looked at Mu Jiuer beside him and smiled.

"Pedaling on two boats?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Huangfu Chen seemed to have never heard of the shouts outside. He stared at Mu Jiuer's unchanged face and was happy and disappointed. Do she mind or not? He hoped Mu Jiuer would mind, and at the same time, he hoped Mu Jiuer would not mind. If she minded, it would prove that she still had feelings for her, but she was afraid that it would make her angry. If she didn't care, he would have to be lost.

"Ah! Brother Huangfu..."

A scream came from outside the barrier.

Ling Feng smiled with a smile: "I'll count three times. If you are willing to admit defeat, I will let the little sister outside, otherwise--"

"I can give in, but I'm going to take her away."

Huangfu Chenjue expressed his attitude very easily, and then pointed at Mu Jiuer to express his conditions.

He came here to save Mu Jiuer, and he was bound to win. As for Cailing, he promised Cailing to take her out and protect her safety, but if he was asked to choose between Mu Jiuer and Cailing, he would naturally choose Mu Jiuer without hesitation. As for whether he admits defeat or not, he doesn't care. What if he wins? So what if he loses?

Ling Feng's face changed and he said sarcastically: "You really have to step on two boats? The one outside and the one in front of you must give up one."
Chapter completed!