What's more, Fengyuan, who was a saint of Dayong, said that her strength and breath all over her body dropped to the same level as luoqingtong.

At this time, the night Qianmu opened his mouth.

"I don't think that's enough."

He said, raising his hand is a ray of light covering the high platform where luoqingtong and Fengyuan are located.

Just for a moment, Fengyuan felt her body suddenly sank, as if she was bound by something.

It's obvious that the light of yeqianyu not only envelops her, but also limits her physical strength.

The physical strength of Wulingjing and wuwangjing is not the same level at all!

Every time a warrior's strength is promoted, his physical strength will be strengthened accordingly.

The really strong high-level strong, even if do not use any strength, standing there, may not be able to move the low-level strong.

This meeting, the night thousand is the Phoenix kite's body strength, suppressed to the same level as Luoqing pupil.

Now, Fengyuan's advantage over luoqingtong is only the comprehension and application of strength skills.

Luo Qingtong looks at the place where night qiangu is, his eyes are smiling.

This man is really afraid that she will suffer.

But... Originally, Luo Qingtong was ready to fight and make a quick decision based on the strength of Feng Yuan's body.

Now

The radian of Luo Qing Tong's lips curled up, and it was enchanting.

At this time, bang, on the other side of the Phoenix kite, already can't help her heart resentment mood, raised his hand to draw out his weapon.

Her hands, holding a very black whip, dragon head fish pattern, covered with sharp barbs, looks very sharp ice cold.

This is not Fengyuan's best weapon, but her most fierce weapon.

This whip throw down, enough to the skin of a person to forcefully scrape off a layer!