Who released the Qilin?
Ye Lingyue secretly panicked.
She did not release the skin Qilin.
And Shui Feng just felt a strong breath from the audience and locked him.
That breath is terrible.
He had the illusion of being caught in the beast of the flood.
This feeling, Shui Feng only experienced once in the Kunlun site.
It was the last time when I was stared at by the woman of Buddhism.
Could it be said that the woman also came to Zangshan City?
Shui Feng didn't feel shocked.
Impossible, the woman should be near the Queen's Palace at the moment.
It must be that you are more conscious, but that fear is just right.
In his ears, a roar and a roar yelled that the White Dragon King and Lin Qilin had fought.
The White Dragon King can call the wind and rain, and his strength is extraordinary.
The appearance of the ancient Qiling as the ancient Qiling is also impressive.
The two beasts are on the verge.
Ye Lingyue and Shui Feng glanced at each other, almost at the same time, both of them moved their hearts.
The White Dragon King rushed into the sky, and Qi Qilin was unwilling to show his weakness.
Cang Shanjun's warning, the two must not heed.
In order not to hurt the innocent and destroy the Tibetan mountain city, both of them chose to let the two beasts transfer to the battlefield.
In the sky, the clouds rolled over, and a dragon and a unicorn figure shuttled between the clouds.
"It's worthy of being the first awakened ancient sacrifice spirit with good strength."
Shui Feng looked at the figure of Qilin in the clouds.
The skinny unicorn is shaped like a mountain, and its momentum is amazing.
Looking at that posture, it is obviously impossible for the White Dragon King to devour the Qi Kirin directly.
The crowd around the ring has long been unrecognizable.
"It's an ancient sacrificial spirit."
"There is an ancient sacrificial spirit in Lingxiao City."
"No wonder Lingxiao City captured two abandoned cities within a few days."
Many eyes, either curious or not well-intentioned, all looked at several people in Lingxiao City.
Diyang Qingfeng and Diyang Qinglu also felt awkward to stand for a while.
"It's troublesome now, we don't know if we can leave Tibet Mountain safely."
Diyang Qinglu whispered.
"I can't control that much right now, let's avoid this disaster first."
Diyang Qingfeng was vigilant.
He kept staring at the flying dagger.
After flying spontaneously, the flying dagger wandered beside Ye Lingyue.
Shui Feng also noticed the sneaky dagger.
"It seems that the competition at the end of the competition is still a comparison between us, but you are going to fight me with a broken dagger?"
Shui Feng glanced at the flying dagger.
He didn't see anything special about the flying dagger.
Only the white dragon king flew the dagger at the end.
There was a rift on the dagger, which seemed to break at any time.
The dagger of the craft dwarf tribe, no, it should be said to be the flying dagger of Zitang now.
Ye Lingyue was curious when she saw the flying dagger.
She raised her hand and grabbed the dagger.
Flying dagger is like a frightened fish, it stabs violently towards Ye Lingyue's hand.
Ye Lingyue didn't watch out, was swept by the dagger's tail, and there was a pain on the back of his hand, and there was a blood stain.
Gee.
Ye Lingyue gave a cry.
This dagger is really strange.
Zitang was able to use a flying dagger, but he was rejected.
Come to think of it, the flying dagger does not admit to himself.
Ye Lingyue snorted coldly, but saw her grabbing it with her backhand, ignoring the sharpness of the dagger, and holding the dagger's body.
The dagger was writhing in her hands, and it seemed that she was very dissatisfied with Ye Lingyue and wanted to escape.
"What's going on? Why is the dagger disobedient."
Di Yang Qingfeng listened, but also secretly pinched cold sweat for Ye Lingyue.
I thought Zitang sent the dagger to help. Now it seems that it is clearly to help.
I knew where that guy came from was so kind.
He must have been dissatisfied with Ye Lingyue's medicine and fainted, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.
Diyang Qingfeng regretted that, but he thought it was too late.
"Concubine Yang, it seems that your dagger doesn't listen to you. Then let you see my true strength."
Seeing the sky, Shui Feng's battle situation is difficult to win or lose, and the sky is getting brighter.
In another hour, the Tibetan Mountain Month is about to end.
He must get what he needs in this monthly collection.
Otherwise, waiting another month, he would not only face the pursuit of Buddhism, but once the woman broke through the Queen's Palace, there was no chance of winning.
Shui Feng knew that Ye Lingyue was carrying demon algae, so she dared not confront Ye Lingyue.
Shui Feng's shape changed.
Suddenly, he disappeared.
"It's gone."
Ye Lingyue held the flying dagger with one hand, and looked for Shui Feng's figure between the four places.
Not only did the figure disappear, even the breath of Shui Feng also disappeared.
Ye Lingyue was alert.
"It's getting foggy."
Someone whispered in the ring.
Ye Lingyue looked up, the milky white mist spread.
The mist was very cold, and it had surrounded all around.
Ye Lingyue's vision was blocked, and even the audience in the ring could not see clearly.
"Concubine Yang, be careful. This is Shuifeng's illusion." Only God ...
Chen Ri's anxious voice came.
But before Chen Ri finished his speech, his voice was covered with fog.
This fog can not only block people's sight, but also drown people's voices.
Ye Lingyue's thoughts were completely blocked.
Ye Lingyue now seems to be locked in a cage, surrounded by white mist.
Her feet moved slowly.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the white mist.
Ye Lingyue's figure flashed, and the strong wind passed over her cheeks.
It was an ice blade, and several strands of hair were cut off.
Ye Lingyue's eyes deepened.
"Shui Feng, why hide your head and show your tail, if you have the ability, you will show your body."
After the blow, several attacks followed.
Ye Lingyue was nearly hit several times.
"Concubine Yang, if you can break my imaginary fog, this competition will be regarded as your win. If you lose, you will have to die today."
In his ear, it was Shui Feng's smug laugh.
"Shui Feng, why don't you put me to death. You and we are in the ring game, but we just need to take what we need."
Ye Lingyue looked back and forth, and she couldn't determine the location of Shuifeng.
He seemed to be nearby, but not here.
This phantom mist kill is very difficult to break.
"Don't kill you, how could the ancient sacrificial spirit listen to my control. Don't waste your time. The magic fog killing is a magical skill of the Luoshui God. Unless you are destined to read the teacher, you can't catch the flaw. Blame it on you, I originally wanted the ancient fairy soldier in the hands of Zitang, but you have to come to your door and die for him. "
Shui Feng sneered.
If it is Zitang coming today, Shui Feng may not use this trick, but Yang Feier will come to die.
Between the speeches, the illusion was more intense.
Ye Lingyue even Shuifeng's voice is difficult to hear.