389, the death of the black witch

"And our traitor's assistance, right?" Yang Feng smiled leisurely, not in a hurry on the surface, but extremely angry in his heart. The Heixuan Temple openly attacked the disciples of the teleportation array here, indicating that the holy city has undergone great changes. I'm afraid that the plan to attack Yu's grandfather has been completed, and I just hope that there is still time to rescue him.

"So you know that old Nangong is a traitor?" The black witch didn't expect that he could be so calm now. She blurted out that Yang Feng was deceitling her words.

"You have too many questions!" Yang Feng didn't have time to ask more in detail. His hands were raised, and lightning splashed away like rain. He covered the black witch and hit hundreds of lightning on his body. The black witch's surrounding him turned into nothing. Her white and greasy skin turned black, and her beautiful facial features were also twisted ferociously.

"What a cruel heart!" The black witch roared bitterly. The little red beauty mole in the middle of the eyebrows is even more red and gorgeous, setting off the snow-white face. Her hands gestured quickly, and a string of light black fingerprints floated to the crowd under her control. The crowd like sunflowers seemed to be awakened, suddenly like a group of wolves howling in unison, and their voices were terrible.

Han Jing was so scared that she almost fell off the back of the dragon, but she had seen the black witch control the wolves in a similar way before, so she quickly calmed down. She pointed at those people and burst out a fierce sword power, spreading to the reef island where Qu Yurao was located.

The rising crowd on the reef island and the waves on the reef were frozen in an instant, and the chill spread around the reef island. The wind that swept over the reef also condensed at this moment. All the people were like an ice cave. Qu Yurao felt the pressure of the coldness and suffocated her heart. She looked at Han Jing in horror, jealous and hated: Damn it, the strength of this girl has improved a lot, and her imperial peak was actually suppressed by the girl's sword power!

Even if Han Jing borrowed the momentum of the ice soul sword, her own strength could not reach such a height, which is enough to be unbelievable! Qu Yurao has the impulse to cry, and her heart to kill Han Jing is even more prosperous. With a crackling applause, she said, "I didn't expect that the girl has improved significantly again. It seems that a woman to find a good man is more important than anything else!" She attributed the reason for Han Jing's rapid improvement of strength to Yang Feng, believing that he used some kind of double practice to help make Han Jing cheap.

I couldn't understand the goblin's words and didn't bother to pay attention to it. The momentum of Han Jing's body also climbed to the peak, and the powerful momentum spread farther away. The confused crowd on the reef trembled like lambs to be slaughtered, and Qu Yurao's eyes also showed a look of fear.

Within waiting for Han Jing to take action, Yang Feng shouted, "Ajing, let me do it!" He swept forward in front of Han Jing, waved his palms, and gorgeous purple lightning passed by one after another.

"Don't kill me--" The black witch screamed, with her eyes mixed with various emotions such as begging, resentment and despair. The answer to her is still lightning. No matter how fast she flashes, those lightning always moves faster than her, blocking her in front of her, forming a dazzling purple mesh over the reef.

The gorgeous lightning is intertwined and flies, making people unable to see the movement trajectory clearly, and Qu Yurao can hardly predict where each lightning he sends out will point. Under Yang Feng's large-scale thunder and lightning attack, her body was no longer as comfortable as before, and she became more and more embarrassed. Finally, she was forced to land by a lightning flying over her head and was hit by a flash of lightning.

Qu Yura staggered back exclaimed, and his left shoulder was blackened by lightning. She was about to rise, and the lightning hit her with a faster and faster momentum, and lightning hit her one after another until she fell into the sea like a black smoke pile and was swept away by the turbulent current.

The black witch died, and the Molian, who was struggling on the tip of the purple electric nine-curve gun in the air, exploded and turned into a black cloud and fell to the sea in the distance. Those who were fascinated by the strange fragrance of flowers she emanated gradually woke up, but Yang Feng did not give them the opportunity to fully wake up. His palms were raised, lightning splashed, and both enemies and me were bombarded by lightning.

"You're crazy!" Han Jing shouted in horror.

Han Feifan and others have also come out at this time. Seeing Yang Feng's behavior, Han Feifan guessed, "These people have been hit by some kind of evil art. Lei Xuanli is the energy that can eliminate all evil energy. He is cleaning up the evil spirit in their bodies for them."

"This guy is the most evil guy, and Ray should kill him!" Han Jing said with hatred.

Yang Feng smiled bitterly and did not explain much: "There has been a change in the holy city. Jing, you go back to Hanjiazhuang with Uncle Fan. I want to rush back to the holy city. Ye Guyun had better go to the Black Moon City to have a look. Now the five halls are plotting to deal with our Xuanqi Temple. Leng Wuhen, you stay and stick to this communication array. Remember, people are in the array!" After saying that, he left alone.

Ye Guyun and Leng Wuya are also among them. He doesn't think Yang Feng intends to mention that he is good intentions. Indeed, Yang Feng hoped to let him leave Han Jing, so that he would not follow Han Jing back to Hanjiazhuang.

"The Nanmo Emperor is the nest of the Xuan Temple. Isn't He Yuanshan more dangerous in the Nanmo Branch Hall? And Brother Bai is also in the imperial capital!" Han Jing said anxiously, "Uncle Fan, you help A Yun go to Heiyue City to take your aunt back to Hanjiazhuang. Brother Leng, be careful. I'll go first!"

They wanted to stop Han Fei, but Binglin had already carried Han Jing to soar into the air.

The Southern Desert Emperor is abnormally silent, with the blue sky and white sun, and the streets and alleys are empty. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and some gray-black eaters hovered in the air, but they seemed to be afraid of any powerful existence and dared not fall down.

The loud dragon chant sounded over the imperial capital, and Han Jing's cry also resounded through the world: "Brother Bai, He Yuanshan!"

In a pointed palace deep in the Nanmo Palace, Bai Yiming's eyes lit up: "It's A Jing, she's back!"

He Yuanshan, who was lying on ** like a bloody man, spit and said excitedly, "The boss is back--" The oil was dry. Before he finished his words, he fell into a coma in front of his eyes.

Bai Yiming's state is also not good, "Ajing, here!" The cry is difficult for people outside the house to hear. At his feet, there was also the injured Snow Fox King, who was also dying.

For good, the Snow Fox King is also Han Jing's contract mysterious beast. When she was in mid-air, she sensed the state of the Snow Fox King and went straight down to the palace where the Snow Fox King was in the palace.

Countless figures appeared in the palace and attacked Han Jing one after another. Swords and shadows, accompanied by colorful attribute attacks, cover the ice dragon and the cold Jing on its back.

"Look for death!" The people of the palace attacked themselves. Brother Bai's situation was worrying. Han Jing's pretty face was full of evil spirit. The ice soul sword stroked, and the cold sword fell all over the sky, freezing the attack wave. Above the palace was suspended a strange and dazzling corrugated ice sculpture.

"What an arrogant girl, a single sword dares to break into my Nanmo Palace!" A man in a crown and a dragon robe similar to Bai Yiming rose up and scolded majestically.

"Where is Bai Yiming?" Han Jing didn't talk nonsense and asked bluntly.

"Are you here to save Yiming? I heard that you have adultery, but it seems that it's not groundless!" He thought he was a strange man, and the usurper showed a treacherous smile.

"Death!" Han Jing was too lazy to say a word. The ice soul sword was taken out of her hand and pierced her heart. The usurper's face was full of breath and was quickly frozen into an ice sculpture.

The crowd around the palace looked at Han Jing in horror, and someone muttered, "What level of master is this? Kill an emperor with one sword? Is Han Jing already a saint?

Someone next to him twitched fiercely, as if he had been stabbed and lost his voice: "It's absolutely impossible! No matter how evil she is, there should be a limit. She has only broken through the king level for more than ten years, and it is enough to enter the emperor level!"

Someone asked indignantly, "Isn't it against the sky if you slaughter an emperor's peak with a king-level sword?"

Dead silence!

The whole palace and even the whole imperial capital were silent as if there was no one, and the wind was still, and the long wicker was as vertical as a line.

"Where is Brother Bai!" Han Jing's heartbeat was about to stop. She made such a big noise but did not see Bai Yiming appear, and the disciples of Xuanqi Temple did not come. The situation was much more serious than she expected.

The ice sword slowly flew, the cold sword light flew, the temperature plummeted, and a silky cold fog appeared in the air, making the people below feel a penetrating chill. Finally, a shrill voice sounded with incomparable panic: "He is not dead, I know where he is!" He Yuanshan is also hiding there!"