"Tut, it's not so good."
Driven by instinct, all of Lu Sen's actions and his ability to foresee danger are promoted to the best.
In such a state, there are few people who can hurt him.
It's not that Ning Feiyang can't help him, but now Ning Feiyang hasn't used all his strength.
"Oh? Is it? He's young, but he's crazy. "
If put in peacetime, perhaps such Lu Sen still very to Ning Feiyang's appetite.
But now the situation is not to let Ning Feiyang feel happy, full of disdain for his excessive behavior.
Looking at the same hands shaking, countless silver needles are also flying towards themselves.
Ning Feiyang lips light pursed, think this guy is really like a three-year-old childish ridiculous.
I can't help him to use this kind of similar technique. Can I just turn it around?
That's naive.
However, what Ling Feiyang didn't expect was that when he was floating and standing at the foot of the lighthouse, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Without thinking much, Ning Feiyang believed his intuition decisively and quickly left the place. Then he heard the sound of the collapsed building landing.
"You don't think I can do anything with you, do you?"
Ning Feiyang felt that he was too kind all the time, so he made this guy more and more presumptuous and destroyed the lighthouse at the opening of the third post station.
As the patron saint of this place for many years, he felt that his dignity had been completely provoked.
The wrist turns flexibly and the fan turns, which is like performing a peerless erotic dance.
But his dance steps are full of opportunities. When the accumulated strength of the fan reaches an extreme, Ning Feiyang's hand shakes, and an energy wave flies towards Lu Sen.
The power contained in it is the anger that everyone present can feel.
In the face of such a situation, even at the moment all the abilities have been promoted to the extreme, Lu Sen is also full of dignified eyes.
He knew that the other party was really angry, so he could not relax, otherwise he would not be able to survive the disaster.
"Lu Sen!"
On one side, Jiang Jiajun lost his voice and called.
The whole heart was lifted up.
She had heard something about Ning Feiyang, and knew that his ability was not something that Lu Sen could compete with.
But although he is in order to go to rescue the woman, but just also for himself and Ningxue hand.
Black rose and Chen Hu's figure have already rushed to the past, trying to rely on their own flesh and blood to resist the attack.
But it's always too far and too late.
How can Ning Feiyang's attacks be caught up so easily?
But they do it knowingly, just to give the man more life.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Jiang Jingqiu is also very worried. He clenches Jiang Jiajun around him with both hands. His breath gradually becomes short, and the whole person's state is very wrong.
Obviously, he was extremely stimulated, which made Jiang Jiajun's head bigger.
She knew it was inevitable.
Lu Sen, with his personality charm, has actually made them accept his existence and hope that he can save his beloved woman.
If they can, they are even ready to help him at the risk of being punished.
But now, has not really entered the Nu Wa family, is to die here?
……
"It's really a good play. It's wonderful."
In the dark, there is a distance from the lighthouse. With the distortion of space, a group of people appear quietly under the twinkling of an array mark on the ground.
Xu is that the battle over there is too fierce, and everyone doesn't pay attention to what's wrong here.
With this low baritone coming out, the array mark that was still flashing gradually faded, as if it had never existed.
"Let's go. We can go and collect fishermen. It's no fun if it's too late."
The whole group of people with evil smiles on their faces seem to have been fantasizing about the benefits that middle-aged men have promised themselves.
One of them is the body of the empress Nu Wa. Thinking about it, I feel that the world is most happy.……
"Tut, this killing opportunity is too strong."
In front of Lu Sen, a middle-aged man standing with a sword slowly put down his right hand, which was burned by the energy, and his brow wrinkled slightly.
I haven't been hurt for many years. After a long time, I can't even remember myself.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the uninvited strange man, strong as Ning Feiyang also felt a fear from the heart.
It's just an intuition, but it's not because the middle-aged man has done something that scares him.
Although the other side so easily defused his anger, it really surprised him.
"Master Li, I didn't expect that someone would not know you. It's interesting. It's really interesting."
Behind the middle-aged man, in addition to the gasping Lu Sen, there is a man with white hair.
His face is as beautiful as Ning Feiyang, but his temperament is quite different.
If Ning Feiyang is the kind of elegant and introverted sword hiding in the scabbard, then the white haired man is a lazy and casual hidden murderer, just like a leopard waiting for an opportunity at any time. He is extremely patient and gentle.
Just wait for the moment when you relax your vigilance. In an instant, you will suddenly hit it, and then bite off your neck.
"Thank you both."
This time, Lu Sen sincerely expressed his thanks to both of them.
Although Li Zhenggang is because of the agreement, and white cover day is just to follow after the opportunity to kill himself.
But now their appearance can be said to be a big help.
At least we can let Ning Feiyang throw a rat's fear into the air and dare not go too far with them.
After all, the strength of Li Zhenggang and Bai Zhetian is here. He is Ning Feiyang. Even if he is fighting to death, he can only take one of them at most.
Then the remaining one can do it wantonly. This is absolutely not what Ning Feiyang wants to see. What's more, Lu Sen is still eyeing.
"I don't know when the third post station of my Nuwa clan will become known to the world, so lively?"
Calm down Ning Feiyang put away the iron fan, the slightest was Li Zhenggang ignored the embarrassment, straight self mockery with a smile.
"Boy, you'd better use less of that knife."
Li Zhenggang finally opened his mouth, but he didn't say it to Ning Feiyang. He has always been like this, and he has always followed his heart.
"I know that, but I had to do it just now. Thank you for your concern."
Lu Sen, with a smile, put away his dark ghost knife