Chapter 1203

As Ning Feiyang's momentum spreads out, the already dark night sky seems to be covered with a layer of water mist, which makes people unable to see through the colors. Except for the black tone, it seems that there are no other colors, which is lifeless and lifeless.

"Elder, we don't mean to offend you. However, he has something important to do. He has to go into the clan and come out immediately afterwards. He will never do anything harmful to our clan. Please rest assured." Seeing this, even though he knew his words didn't have much weight, Jiang Jiajun could not help but stand up and speak for Lu Sen.

She came with them. Maybe in their eyes, she and Jiang Jingqiu, who had done nothing just now, were already rebellious people in the clan, so she didn't care. She had to be punished. It's better to let this punishment be more reasonable, or she would be sorry for the time she will bear in the future.

"If you don't speak, no one takes you as a mute. Since you have chosen to stand on their side, it means that you are already in the opposite camp with us. Isn't it too stupid to intercede for him? For the sake of being of the same race, I am reluctant to admit that you are our race. " Ning Feiyang's mouth has never spared anyone.

Jiang Jiajun's face turned blue and white, which made Chen Hu more and more disgusted. "Hey, how can your mouth stink? It's so far away. How can you be so close? "

"Pooh, Chen Hu, when did you become so sharp? It doesn't take three days. It's impressive. " Black rose can't help laughing, but she doesn't relax her vigilance. Instead, she looks at Ning Feiyang's more and more bad face, and her body is more and more tense.

"Chen Hu, how can you say that? I'm the closest and have the most say. This elder has no bad breath. " Lu Sen is incomparably cooperative and continues to make sarcastic remarks, which makes Ning Feiyang no longer smile.

"Boy, I think you're really tired of living. Don't think that our Nuwa people will not kill because they are kind-hearted. We are not bald donkeys." Listening to Ning Feiyang's words of no respect for Buddhism, Lu Sen frowned. Although he had no religious belief, he still cared about the national religion of his country.

Hands gently wipe the body of the ghost head knife, Lu Sen no longer cares about the girl who is free, let him go, "master, I'm sorry, I didn't succeed in stopping these people." Ning Xue's voice is full of guilt, and there is a strong sense of remorse on her face.

"It's OK. Isn't there a teacher here? Those who have bullied you must return them, no matter how they do it. " Reach out and touch the little head of his lover, feel the soft touch of his hand. Ning Feiyang feels that his irritable mood has been relieved to a certain extent. Looking at the man whose breath is gradually strange, his eyes are also gradually serious.

He knew that sometimes he was too confident, but he would capsize in the sewer. He would rather fly. He was never a proud and complacent person, otherwise he would not become one of the best experts in the Nuwa family. "You step back a little, take care of other people as much as possible, and leave the rest to the teacher."

Ning Feiyang's voice has just dropped, and Lu Sen's eyes are already red. The black air on the ghost blade is full of air. A long lost pleasure rushes to Lu Sen's brain. He feels that he needs a wanton fight to calm down his impulse at the moment. Let the power of the ghost blade invade him. He needs strength now.

Moreover, his own strength is always accumulated in his body. Once he is threatened, he will naturally run out to fight against it. Therefore, Lu Sen does not worry that he will be completely dominated by the power of the ghost knife, because the power in his body, though extremely arrogant, is full of light, just the opposite.

"Hee hee, come on, and stop bluffing. Let's talk directly on strength." With that, Lu Sen rushed up directly, regardless of whether the other party's strength was stronger than his own. At the moment, he would not judge the situation to plan and then move, but it was similar to Jiang Jingqiu who was in a violent state.

The only difference is that at the moment, Lu Sen still has a mind to think simply, not completely dominated by instinct, so Ning Feiyang unexpectedly watched that for the first time in decades, someone would fight with him as rashly as he had just entered the world.

He did not take Lu Sen seriously, but he did not take it seriously at all. It is a matter of life and death. Ning Feiyang, who has won life and growth in danger many times, knows better than anyone that he is careless and belittles the enemy.

So he did not completely underestimate the potential threat of Lu Sen at the moment, "it's really interesting."

Feeling the tyrannical power that he passed by, and the deep ravine that he was just in, Ning Feiyang's eyes slightly changed when he looked at Lu Sen and his dark blade, but it was more and more exciting. After all, people like them, more or less like Li Zhenggang, wanted to find opponents to ease their loneliness, And the desire for greater power."Since you want to play, let's have a good time." Ning Feiyang opened the small cloth on his side and revealed the well protected iron toothed fan. As if he was looking at the lover he had not seen for many years, Ning Feiyang gently touched the fan body and then suddenly unfolded it.

Sure enough, this iron fan deserves Ning Feiyang. He is elegant and arrogant. He has his own proud capital, but he is also born with weakness. This opposite temperament is well reflected in the iron silver fan. However, the arc of the micro hook on the fan allows people to see the bright hook through the tiny light.

"It's really like a fan, like a person, like a gold and jade watch." Maybe some things are as deep as bone marrow, so that people can play as normal when they have only instinct left. Just like Lu Sen at the moment, even though he is full of killing pleasure, he is still as cheap as ever.

Ning Feiyang doesn't care so much about him at the moment, because in his eyes, this sharp toothed boy and his companions will soon become the motionless corpses on the ground. Why bother talking with the dying people? With a sneer, Ning Feiyang's left hand trembled, and many tiny silver needles that Lu Sen was familiar with flew out