Chapter 489

"There are not many Su family members. What if Phoenix is soft hearted?" Yu Wenyan really doesn't know what to do.

As soon as the words came out, Yu Wenfeng's eyes turned and looked at Yu Wenyan with a slight frown: "can you do it?"

"Naturally."

"Your Majesty, teach Su Meier to his subordinates, and they will hang her on the wall. After testing Su Yunyang, they will know Su's attitude in the late Qing Dynasty."

A young commander in white came in. He was tall and handsome, and his eyes swept at Yu Wenyan coldly.

Yu Wenyan frowned at the young man and said, "Fu Ren, it's really a coincidence that you're here, isn't it?"

"General Yuwen, I think it's better to give the man to me." Fu Ren has a sneer on his lips.

Yuwenfeng at this time, only the Fu family can help himself. Naturally, he is afraid of Fu Ren. Seeing that Fu Ren wants Su mei'er to say nothing, he says, "then take Su mei'er away."

"Yes Fu Ren's face was grim, and he turned around and walked out of the hall. He didn't even look back.

With the war approaching, Su Wanqing did not dare to stay with Zuo Zhen for too long. She didn't even have time to meet Su Yunyang, so she rode a fat dragon and flew to the direction of Heiyan.

She calculated the right time, and the quickest way to break the feud was to fight with Heiyan at this time point. Then she had time to go back, but she didn't think that it was all a game. From the moment she left, it indicated that Mu Feng would die.

At this time, the sun has come out. Obviously, he has no patience to break his revenge. He looks at the stubborn black flame dragon riding not far away, and his voice is cold and proud: "Natai, yuwenshu!"

"The end will come."

"Make a quick decision. Except general mu, it's none of our business to live or die. Let's go."

In other words, the life and death of the West elves Wang Baimo, ORC jigger and Yan Qing will be wiped out. If you can kill them, you can't, so let's put them first.

Yu Wen Shu and that Tai swept an eye to break a grudge, flurried busy way: "yes."

This is a war of pursuit. Su's late Qing Dynasty pursues time, and his goal is very simple. His goal is to clear up obstacles for Su's late Qing Dynasty. His goal is very clear. The life of all people in the world has nothing to do with him. He just needs to live in the late Qing Dynasty.

A new round of siege once again against the crumbling black inflammation, Mu Feng is injured, was white ink dead in his arms, voice hoarse: "they are for me, you go."

Bai Mo looks at Mu Feng with a bitter smile: "your life and my life have long been tied together when I first met. Let me go now. I can't do such a cruel thing."

"Why are you doing this?" Mu Feng red eyes, biting the lip way: "I will not fall."

"Well, we won't go either."

Bai Mo is very stubborn sometimes, which makes Mu Feng feel sad. With red eyes biting his lips, he suddenly pushes Bai Mo away and rushes directly to the seriously injured Nian Qiu not far away. After exhausting all his accomplishments, he roars out: "I'm fighting with you!"

The roar made everyone afraid, and the white ink exclaimed: "Mufeng!"

The huge impact makes the whole sky dark. The Epee stabs nianqiu's abdomen deeply. Mu Feng, who has no time to dodge, is also hurt by nianqiu. Nianqiu looks at Mu Feng in shock, and their bodies fall down quickly.

"Big brother!"

Nianyuan roars, and his body flashes. He rushes directly to Mu Feng. Bai Mo doesn't care if he's a healer, so he rushes to block Mu Feng's body and stabs him in the back.

No one can think of such a tragic, twilight smoke just feel in front of their eyes a dark, almost unable to support, regardless of the enemy and I a angry, directly rushed to the edge of the idea, knife fatal.

"Ha ha! I'm going to die for you two. It's worth it. " Read revenge mouth a hook, cold look to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng turns his head, his voice trembles, spits out blood, and then falls to the ground heavily, letting the white ink press on his body. His voice trembles and his heart is unwilling to say: "you idiot."

"Ha ha ha." White ink just feel their spirit elements quickly disillusioned, the corners of the mouth show a smile: "can die with you, good, not lonely."

"Stupid... Cough..." big mouth of blood spits out from Mu Feng's mouth, his spirit begins to become transparent, and his fighting spirit is gone.

At this time, nianqiu wants to stand up again. With a roar, Yanqing escapes from the entanglement of Natai, cuts off nianqiu's head with a knife, kneels down beside Baimo, widens her eyes, and has a hoarse voice: "brother, Mufeng! You... "

"What are you crying for? Fool... "White ink mouth a hook, looking at the sky, only to see the sky circled by a fire dragon, not as naive as when I first saw, Fat Dragon are so big?

The corner of his mouth a hook, swept an eye to close the Mu Feng voice hoarse: "the late Qing Dynasty is coming."

"Late Qing Dynasty?" This name is like deep in the soul. Slowly, he looks up at Su Wanqing, who is flying down not far away. His eyes are red and his voice trembles: "late Qing..."

"Ah

Why?

Why?

Overnight, Heiyan city was destroyed like this. Overnight, she died two of her best friends.

Su Wanqing's heartache is incomparable. She even kneels beside Bai Mo and Mu Feng before she can stop. She vomits out a mouthful of blood. She turns her head in amazement and sees the cold and heartless face of the city. Her whole heart is trembling. Her anger makes her eyes look fiercely at the dark dragon riding that was still fighting.

At that moment, all the dark dragoons put down their swords with lingering fear, and all the black burning dragoons threw their Epee on the ground and surrendered with trembling feet.

Twilight smoke seriously helped jigger step by step to Mu Feng and Bai Mo's side, uncontrollably crying, this sad voice reverberated over Heiyan city for a long time.

"Mu Feng! White ink. " Su Wanqing hugs Mu Feng and looks at Yan Qing, who has no idea what to do. He feels guilty.

Bai Mo is held in Yan Qing's arms. Before the elder brother can make a sound, Bai Mo drops his wrist and has no breath. Mu Feng's face is pale and his breath is weak. Su Wanqing's heartrending roar: "therapist! The therapist

Mo Ji's eyes were dim. She bit her lip and flashed over. She even stood in front of Su's late Qing Dynasty without paying attention to the dark witch's obstruction. She just wanted to check Mu Feng, but mu Feng refused.

"It's too late, late Qing Dynasty."

"Who said, you and Bai Mo are so high, there must be time." Su Wanqing bit his lip and didn't want to admit such an ending.

Mu Feng grinned at Su Wanqing, as if he had just met Su Wanqing. His blonde hair was dazzling, his face was pale, and his whole body was covered with blood stains. Su Wanqing was trembling with heartache, and his voice was hoarse: "you can still be saved, there is still something to save."

"In the late Qing Dynasty, i... cough... I want to tell you..."