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One man and one bird fighting for an hour. Xiao Jin Peng felt that he wasn't a match for Ling Jun. Damn it, I need someone to help me. It stopped flapping its wings and let itself fall.

You want to find a helper? It's not that easy, "Get up. Rise, rise. " Blood gushed out, but the golden peng had no intention of flying.

Cluck, cluck. The sound of neck bones breaking was unceasing. "Squeak squeak ~" The little golden peng exploded with all his strength and dove towards the ground. I will smash you to death! "

"What a stubborn divine beast." Would it really commit suicide?

Of course, it wouldn't commit suicide. As it neared the ground, it would suddenly fly horizontally.

When the princess saw that the golden roc was flying horizontally, she immediately brandished her sword and attacked Ling Jun. The sky was darker. It was as if he was about to lose his last bit of light. This is for the Spirit. The princess had sealed him in the ghost castle.

She could use any technique in the world without any scruples. This was the royal family's prerogative.

The cooperation this time wasn't bad. Xiao Jin and the Roc carried Ling Jun as they rushed towards the princess. The princess wielded her sword and slashed at Ling Jun's hands.

Ye Zichen wrapped his arms around the golden roc and stood upright. He moved to block in front of him. The princess hurriedly retracted her sword, "Shameless and shameless." He actually used the Golden Roc as a shield.

The Golden Roc was extremely depressed. At least I'm a three-hundred-year-old Golden Roc. You brat, how can I be a weapon? It turned again. Cluck, cluck. The sound of bones breaking was heard. Ling Jun immediately let go. He didn't want to kill this divine beast.

Well, he let go. The golden peng and the princess were stunned. In that instant, Ling Jun's bloody hands had already grabbed the princess' neck, twisted her sword, and stored her into his storage ring.

"Fear is written all over her beautiful face." "Let go." "Phew." Just as the golden roc was about to pounce on the princess, Suiren dodged to the side and pinned her to his chest. Little Fatty, don't move. Otherwise I'll kill her. "

Golden Roc Wood stood erect. Abominable, despicable, vulgar human beings. It glared. The claws scratched the ground.

"Let me go, I will exterminate your entire clan." How could the noble body of a princess allow a boor to approach her? If they weren't close, then they were holding them hostage.

"We, the nine clans, have been exterminated by you. "I'm not afraid of you killing me again." The grief that belonged to Yang Lingjun swept over. The spirits roared as they slashed through the ghost castle. At this point in time, they could only hold the princess hostage and force the Golden Roc to bring her away. With the princess by his side, his safety was guaranteed. It was impossible to start a war by one person without using extraordinary means. After this battle, the clans would be thrown into chaos. At this moment, a princess with a divine beast was the best talisman.

Everyone heard Ling Jun's words. He also saw the princess being held hostage by her blood-soaked body, forcing the Golden Roc to retreat.

The princess' entire body was trembling. She realized that her true strength had suddenly disappeared, and that her blood was congealing. You, what did you do to me? "

"Withering Blood Curse." "Take me with you, or I'll break her neck." I believe that you can understand it, but you also know what the Withering Blood Curse is. "

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. Despicable and shameless. Let go of the princess. "

"Come at me if you dare!"

"Let her go if she's a man."

"..."

All sorts of accusations, all sorts of curses. They only looked at the golden roc. The golden peng really wanted to kill him a hundred times over. But his master had been cursed. It struggled for a long time, twisting its neck to recover its dislocated bones. I'll endure! If you were to fall into my hands, you would be in trouble.

The proud body of the princess had already become stiff. Qingcheng's beautiful face was also replaced by a face full of green frost.

Ling Jun's laughter was crazy and cruel. "His words are asking for a beating." Little Fatty, as long as you listen obediently, she won't die. "

Whoosh! Whoosh! The little gold peng flapped its wings violently. To express anger. Ling Jun laughed even more crazily.

"Give me your life." Just as he was laughing, a ball of purple fire shot out from the crowd. Purple was the color of clothes. The fire was full of anger. The blade was as thin as paper and more beautiful than a flower. She was precisely the Purple Frost that came in pursuit of him.

She did not care about the princess. She rushed out of the crowd and attacked with her blade. The purple light shone brightly, and the valley trembled.

Dammit, they came so quickly? Without even using his spirit, the little golden peng had already charged towards Purple Frost, violently spitting out flames.

Of course it was fast. Violet Frost had come back from the dead, and before he could even finish breaking through, he was forcibly suppressing the aura of his body. Hunting Ling Jun. After chasing for a long time, he realized that he had gotten the wrong direction. The analysis of the spiritual went where it came from. He arrived just in time to see Ling Du holding a woman and laughing wildly.

Enemies meet with red eyes. Unexpectedly, a strange bird appeared out of nowhere.

The golden roc also didn't want to fight, but this woman's attacks were too ruthless, not caring about the princess' life or death at all. It could only act as a helper for the time being.

Ling Jun definitely didn't want to fight with this crazy woman. He didn't want to kill anyone before he broke through. If they couldn't kill this kind of person, they would run. They would not hesitate to do so.

He injected a surge of power into the Princess's body to alleviate the Desiccated Blood Curse. The princess' complexion recovered. He immediately shouted, "Pengpeng stop, kill him for me!"

Ling Jun, however, said, "Little Fatty, let's go."

Damn human. The little golden peng let out a long hiss. A flame barrier exploded between it and Violet Frost as it flew back towards Ling Jun.

"Where do you think you're going?" Zi Shuang shouted, and the blade in her hand exploded once more. This time, she attacked everyone in front of her.

"Ah!" The princess felt dead. Where did this crazy woman come from? She wanted to ask, but no sound came out.

"Let go of the princess." Ling Jun released the princess' sword and waved his hand. "Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"

How could the royal family possibly possess ordinary goods? After infusing his zhen qi, the sword suddenly "came to life". An astonishing amount of energy fluctuations exploded forth. It formed a formidable net of true strength. Swallowing the attack of the blade, it flew towards the purple frost with its power.

His spiritual will controlled the flying treasure sword to fly at an even faster speed towards the Purple Frost.

When Zi Shuang forcefully deflected the attack, she ignored the blood that spurted out from her mouth and pounced towards Ling Jun, who was about to escape.

The blade was too overbearing, even the spirit had to attack again. Right when he turned around, the little gold peng charged into the sky, and didn't forget to kick him even more fiercely when it left.

His spirit was shaken, and his Qi and blood surged. His body leaned forward, and in a trance, he raised his sword to block the blade of Purple Frost. The saber was with the person. Zi Shuang's legs, which were floating in the air, landed upside down on Ling Jun's head. Using gravity and explosive force, he fiercely pressed down on Lingjun's sword.

The sword was bending, the saber was drawing closer to his head, and his body was constantly moving backwards. Spirit withstands all the power of Purple Frost.

Zi Shuang, who was gritting her teeth, wished she could chop apart Ling Jun's head.

Ling Jun's right hand was in the shape of a grab. Like lightning, he retracted his hand and the princess' sword, which was five meters away, flew over.

Zi Shuang felt powerless to strike Ling Jun. She exerted strength in her hands and bounced back a few dozen feet. He once again performed the Asura Blade Technique. The thin blade danced around his entire body as it shot out blade light with a whooshing sound.

With both swords in hand, Ling Jun's fighting spirit soared. He threw out the two swords with a wave of his hands. The longsword pierced through the wind. Ling Jun then changed his moves to block Zi Shuang's attack. Two swords danced between them.

"Soul Sword!" Ling Jun's arm seemed to stretch out several zhang. As he wished, he swung his twin swords to kill Purple Frost.

In this soul-stirring battle, countless shocking cultivation techniques appeared one after another. It was a bloody and terrifying battle. The Spirit had reinterpreted the meaning of battle.