Her eyes raised slightly, and she looked at her.

No more words were needed, Feng Chenglin understood her eyes.

"Be careful!"

After taking two steps back, Feng Chenglin finally turned around and ran away.

Xue Zhian was unwilling to catch him again, but he couldn't resist Ling Luoyu's madness.

The Chaos Yuan Spirit doubled its power in an instant, making him feel invisible pressure.

"Zhipeng, Wanquan!"

The other two understood, and the golden element was poured into the silver net again to encircle the soul blade.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips at that moment, and suddenly she gave up the soul blade and turned around and flew away.

"Don't let her run away!"

Xue Zhian took down the soul blade with one person's strength.

"You two go chase me!"

Zhipeng and Wanquan responded, both broke through the ridge and flew to chase Ling Luoyu.

At that moment, Xue Zhian also wrapped the soul blade with a silver net, put it in the Qiankun bag, and followed him to chase three people.

The four people, like ghosts, flew towards Muyun Mountain.

Soon, I caught up with the peak of Muyun Mountain.

Because of the daytime killing, Muyun Mountain has become a dead mountain at this time.

In addition to the smell of blood, there is also a faint smell of gunpowder that has not dissipated.

Ling Luoyu rushed straight to the top, but suddenly stopped at the highest point.

In front of her was a deep abyss shrouded in white mist.

The sound of clothes shrouding came from behind, and Xue Zhian and others had already chased after him.

"Ling Luoyu, where else do you want to run this time?"

Ling Luoyu turned around slowly, with dark eyes burning, and he looked at the three people in a steady state.

"Who said I was going to run?"

Xue Zhian understood something: "Did you bring us here on purpose?"

"Or what...what do you think?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his head with his head raised, and raised the corners of his lips slanted upwards, fading out a trace of evil spirit.

"Did you think I was defeated and fled?"

Zhipeng and Wanquan immediately looked at each other.

Obviously, they all feel this way!

The fight just now was already very obvious, and they had the upper hand.

Xue Zhian sneered: "Ling Luoyu, I know you are smart, but you can't win if you talk big! You even lose your weapons, what qualifications do you have to say that you are not escaping?!"

"When it comes to weapons, I suddenly remembered!"

A wicked smile was released on Ling Luoyu's lips.

"Thank you for bringing me here..."

The white wrist flipped, and the soul blade broke out from Xue Zhian's Qiankun bag with a "swoosh".

The moment she broke out, she did not forget to cut another hard on his thigh.

"Um!"

Although Xue Zhian was wary and avoided it in time, he could carry the soul blade of the Chaos Yuan Spirit, which was not a divine weapon that he could avoid just by being wary of.

With a muffled groan, a blood mark appeared in the soul blade and flew back to Ling Luoyu's hand.

"Xue Zhian!"

Zhipeng and Wanquan were on guard quickly and were very cautious.

"Are you okay?!"

"fine!"

Compared to the wound on his legs, Xue Zhian felt that the face was hurt more seriously.

He has been plotted against by Ling Luoyu twice in a row!

Although he was not seriously injured every time, he was very upset.

"Ling Luoyu, it seems that you are the same as the legendary one, and it is very difficult to deal with!"

"In the legend? Whose legend? Where did the legend come from?!!"

Ling Luoyu's playful eyes flowed on the three of them, and the evil slandered his lips.

"If I guess correctly, the three are half demons!! And I don't seem to have any grudges and conflicts with you half demons, right? But the three come to me without saying a word?! As the saying goes, even if you die, you will understand. Should you explain to me what's going on?!"
Chapter completed!