Chapter 307

"Where is it hot..." on the edge of the long river, the white bear sat on the ground, although it was a bear's paw, but he also grabbed the branches, and several river fish were roasted on the fire in front of him. In front of the white bear, Lin mi'er stepped on the beach barefoot, holding a roast fish, but he was still breathing hot air.

"... not bad."

It seems that Lin mi'er is slowing down. Lin mi'er sips his mouth and aftertastes the taste of the roast fish. It seems that it is good.

The white bear roasted the fish himself. "It's delicious, and there's no other seasoning... Although the boy Xiao Feng wanted to be a spectator in the past, after all, Xiao Feng didn't touch it in this battlefield, whether it's demon clan, Shushan, Kunlun or demon clan. Although he didn't see any action, some people always noticed Xiao Feng.

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind behind him. Xiao Feng thought together. Between green and red wood armours, his steps moved slightly, but he also pushed his hands and stood in front of him directly.

"!!!" this person is a demon monk, holding a long sword. After Xiao Feng saw it clearly, he led the attacking long sword with one hand under the protection of green red arm armor. He made progress under his feet, clasped the man's wrist with one hand, and took off his long sword in a simple moment.

"....." Xiao Feng took the long sword and pulled out a sword flower. He looked at the style of the long sword, but it was just ordinary. It weighed no more than seven kilograms and three Liang. The material was also ordinary. It was three feet and two thirds, which was really ordinary.

At this point, Xiao Feng didn't want to take a closer look. He just threw the long sword at the man's feet, but he didn't take a closer look. He just turned around and continued to look at the fight between Xia houming and Liang Qiaoqiao in the air.

Although this man is a demon family, he is not elite, and the long sword in his hand is really crude

Just thinking of the long sword, Xiao Feng also vaguely thought of the countless secular demon children in the buildings near the mountain when he first came to the demon family. These people are naturally not elite. At present, this person is almost the same. Although he has some skills, it can be seen from the long sword that he is not proficient in this way.

Whether it is Liang Qiaoqiao's demon clan or this demon clan, almost all have the power of life... What is the disaster of Southern Xinjiang?

Xiao Feng didn't stop thinking, but the demon family behind him didn't know much about it, and rushed up again. Xiao Feng also took off his long sword with his hand as a blade, and directly knocked him unconscious. However, he secretly protected him while setting up the sword.

I don't know whether he is used to pushing his hands or to the protection of green and red wood armor. Xiao Feng feels very comfortable with his bare hands. Even if Xuanling jade machine is lost, he hasn't found another handle. He even unconsciously learned many skills to remove the sword, but he lost it and received it.

Xiao Feng read slightly and looked at the two fighting in the air, "finally started..."

Sure enough, the mountains and rivers under liang Qiaoqiao's feet suddenly became violent, but it was not Xia houming's initiative to put pressure on them. In fact, although Liang Qiaoqiao took the demon clan and the demon clan with him, he was nothing. He was a disabled and defeated general thousands of years ago, but he will still be a disabled and defeated general thousands of years later.

Xia houming wanted to see Liang Qiaoqiao's means, but he had been waiting for Liang Qiaoqiao to make a move. Unexpectedly, although Liang Qiaoqiao summoned Zhang Tianchi and led to the spirit, he was only a move, and there was no hindhand.

Even in the twinkling of an eye, the mountain and river momentum driven by Xia houming rushed directly to Liang Qiaoqiao.

"Half a cent?"

Xia houming frowned slightly, but the mountain and river momentum in the distance invaded Liang Qiaoqiao's feet, only half a mile away. Even Xia houming saw Liang Qiaoqiao's face as old, but it was vaguely strange. The momentum, Taoism, spirit and Zhang Tianchi were all the same.

Why is it so weak?

Xia houming seemed to think of something, but he suddenly stamped his foot, and there was no superfluous action. The momentum of the mountains and rivers stretching for hundreds of miles under his feet suddenly burst up. Although Liang Qiaoqiao was a God and protected himself with a ruler, he was swallowed up by the momentum of the mountains and rivers in an instant.

There was a blood shower in the air, but Liang Qiaoqiao fell directly between Xia houming's moves?!

"Bad!!!" Xia houming falsely stood in the air, frowning at Liang Qiaoqiao, who had no bones, but his heart moved, "this is false!"