A huge silver ring appeared in front of him, condensing spiritual power and instantly trapping Ruan Qingju.
"No, it's the talent of the Yinhuan Bee clan!" Ling Kun was also anxious.
His cherished talent was ready to move again.
How come there are so many damn talented people in Wanyu!
The sword skills she uses are really amazing. When she gets stronger, she can even create a sect of her own!
There is also her leadership ability, layout ability, and formation ability. Whether a person is excellent or not can be seen not just by looking at her talent in cultivating strength.
"It's just that the time is too short! It's too short! She doesn't have many life-saving means now, otherwise she might really be able to kill Feng Hong!"
Lingkun felt regretful and tightened his grip on his magic weapon.
What he dislikes most is seeing geniuses destroyed before his eyes, especially geniuses from the human race.
"If she can't break through the bee-red blockade, she will be doomed, her spiritual power will be exhausted, and she will be defeated without a fight."
Bee Red doesn't just block spiritual power.
It also attacked Ruan Qingyu frequently, and her beautiful Dingsandao attack had to be suspended.
Ruan Qingju fought and retreated.
Hua Xuan looked at it below and immediately rushed back into the camp, not knowing what she was doing.
But Ruan Qingjuan in the sky did not sit still and waited for someone to save her.
The vitality of Shizhu and Xiaomiao continued to flow into her body, letting her know that there were many people behind her.
She once said.
I'm glad that Yin Nian can come to the First Academy and share the burden for her.
But Yin Nian walked faster and faster, and she no longer helped her share the burden, but shouldered it all.
But she will always be Yin Nian's chief. They are friends, family, and can also be called teachers and students.
She understood why Yin Nian asked them to bring Xiaomiao and Shizhu with them.
Ruan Qingju slowly breathed out a sigh of relief.
Both of her hands were already covered in blood.
Taking advantage of the moment of retreating, a simple booklet appeared in her hand.
"Please gods, protect me!"
Please turn the pages of the divine book.
The surnames inside began to shine.
The first one to appear was the cat ancestor stretching his ten tails.
There is also the Full Moon God who was once the most loyal guardian of heaven.
The cat ancestor jumped on Ruan Qingyu's shoulder with a 'meow', "I'm so suffocated, you little girl, and we recited a single virtue, so you called us out directly, don't worry, although I borrowed my strength
It’s not as effective as the nian cubs connected by blood, but it’s not any worse than others!”
The cat's paw patted Ruan Qingyu's head, "We Nianzai said that her chief Ruan can command her in the book of gods."
Please note that no one can use the book except the owner.
But if the master agrees and the gods agree, then he is someone she absolutely trusts.
You can also ask God to succeed.
Cat Ancestor has been suffocated for a long time. During this period of time, he has not been with Yin Nian and has no chance to show up. Ruan Qingjuan is much more bored than Yin Nian. He keeps immersing himself in training. Unlike Yin Nian, occasionally, no,
I often get into trouble and need their help to clean it up."
"Thank you all." Ruan Qingju felt the power pouring into her body continuously.
The bones also made a creaking sound just like Yin Nian did before.
It hurts.
"Please come, Fallen Angel."
The power of hatred crawled all over his body at a terrifying speed.
She is not Yin Nian, she has brand-new cultivation methods and spiritual power waterfalls to quickly expel the power of hatred and resentment.
What she can rely on is a well-tempered body and an absolutely strong willpower.
What does the power of hatred look like? It's like the most disgusting mental filth, greed, and malice in the world. It's bitter and cold, choking her brain, and her body is being tortured. She's so cold that she loses consciousness, and she feels like she's
Roasted on the fire.
Ten fallen angels appear.
Twenty.
In the blink of an eye, there were fifty.
The number of people even increased at a faster rate. Maozu wrapped his tail around her neck worriedly, and the muscles all over her body were so tight that they were like a piece of iron that couldn't be broken open.
When the number of fallen angels reaches one hundred.
Ruan Qingjuan was trembling all over. Her fingertips exploded, and she could hardly hold the knife. She tried desperately to repair her life force, trying to catch up with the speed of the flesh exploding.
It's hard to imagine how Yin Nian could bear such severe pain and remain expressionless and even be able to have a few light words with them.
Fenghong felt the power of her growth, more and more silver rings emerged in front of her, and her attack speed became faster and faster.
"What is it?" He stared at the large group of black shadows that appeared behind him, his expression becoming confused and uncertain.
There is no fallen angel here, and there is no way to invite gods.
Ruan Qingju raised the knife again.
The power of hatred made a harsh sound, and the power of law entangled itself unreservedly.
This time, it is the real Ding San Dao. The previous ones were just warm-ups.
Ruan Qingju knew that Mo Tianyuan was here, Lingkun was here, and even the mother tree was watching what was going on here.
If she is embarrassed today, Wanyu will be embarrassed.
Set three swords.
The first knife tore apart the spiritual power of this square inch of heaven and earth, breaking out the sound of wind.
All three of his silver rings were shattered.
The second sword law surged and merged, and fresh spiritual power poured in, pouring into her body continuously.
Her arms went limp for a moment, and all her bones were shattered.
Xiaomiao gritted her teeth and managed to connect the big bone first.
The third sword, the three swords determine the world!
The huge light blade connected the sky and the earth, splitting the bee-red hard shell with one knife.
And Ruan Qingju's whole body was filled with blood puddles, bones flying, shattering and piercing into the marrow.
"Damn it!" Fenghong looked at the huge wound on his stomach, cursed angrily, and followed the backward posture to fly out.
It cursed loudly in its heart!
The woman on the opposite side chased after him like a tattered puddle of unbeatable mud.
It seemed like one slap could kill her.
But Dingsandao has lifted her up, and she is like a blooming firework.
She knew she would fall, but this moment was the moment when she burst out brilliantly.
Bee Hong made a judgment immediately.
"You can't fight forcefully, you have to delay!" Drag her until she dies in embarrassment.
Like fireworks falling to the ground.
Bee Hong turned around instantly.
Turning around, he came face to face with a huge, pitch-black black hawk.
Hua Xuan led hundreds of people to push the black hawk out.
"Aim!" Hua Xuan's throat was hoarse, but she was extremely excited. She couldn't wait to race against time and waved her arms, "Launch!"
The demonic elements are condensing!
This is!
Bee-red eyes shrank. This was the deadly weapon that killed his father many times. It has high lethality. Isn't it impossible to say? It happened again?
The time is too short, the name of this thing is too loud, and the condensed demonic elements look very scary.
Its body synchronized with the retreat in its mind at that moment, causing it to stop its escape and turn its body.
This is the time!
The limp Ruan Qingjuan in his eyes had already been killed, and the demonic elements on the black hawk dispersed with a pop. It was actually a fake!
The fourth knife was raised.
Four knives.
Destroy gods and Buddhas!
The sword light completely cut through the beating heart of the Zerg.
The world seemed to be split open by this knife.
Ruan Qingjuan was pushed high into the air by the shock of the blow.
But the knife in his hand was held tightly, and the flag under his body made a rustling sound.