Chapter 951: Monstrous Murderous Intent

As the battle unfolded, Qiong Ling'er originally wanted to go up and help, but when she looked at Wan Xin, who was already crumbling not far away, she moved, and the afterimage flashed by, helping her. Lived in Wanxin.

"Sister Xin'er, are you okay?"

Looking at Wan Xin's pale face, Qiong Ling'er asked with worry, her bright eyes There was sparkling water inside.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine after taking a rest."

Although Wan Xin wanted to pretend that she was fine, there were waves of noises in her mind. The severe pain made her pretty face paler, and she almost fainted. If Qiong Ling'er hadn't supported her, she would have almost fallen.

"Sister Xin'er, please stop talking and take a rest."

Qiong Ling'er brought her back to the ground and persuaded her with a somewhat tearful tone.

"Yeah."

Wan Xin didn't want to continue to hold on, because if it left hidden diseases, it would be even more troublesome, so she took a few The elixir to soothe your mind is to close your eyes and start to recover.

This was a tough battle. As soon as Haotian and Wu Yun fought, his expression changed, and he finally understood why Qiong Ling'er couldn't take him down.

The body of witch veins!

He soon understood that even with all his strength, it was just an even fight, and neither side could do anything to the other.

And the dozen or so Xuantian Palace disciples and the four people from the Shaman Clan are almost the same, and it is impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time. A few of them can only be considered equal if they fight one by one.

To deal with the Witch Spirit Clan, the human race also has certain tactics, which is wheel fighting!

The tyranny of witchcraft can attack people's souls. Every collision will affect the soul, and wheel battles can change this disadvantage!

"Damn it, damn it, I will turn you all into puppets!"

Wu Yun jumped violently and screamed again, and the four witches Seeing this, the Spirit Race also roared loudly, and the harsh sound spread far away.

"No, Junior Sister Ling'er, please take Junior Sister Xin'er and leave here quickly!"

Seeing this, Haotian's expression changed, and he wanted to force away the person in front of him. Guy, but he still couldn't do it, so he had to shout towards Qiong Ling'er not far away.

He understands very well the importance of Qiong Linger to Xuantian Palace, and must not be killed here, otherwise, he will be the sinner of Xuantian Palace!

"But..."

Qiong Ling'er hasAfter some hesitation, she knew that if she left like this, Haotian and others would undoubtedly be in a desperate situation.

They came to save her, so abandoning them and running away, such a selfish thing, would make her feel uneasy.

"Come on, do you want us all to die here?!"

Seeing her hesitant look, Haotian felt anxious and immediately rushed towards shouted at her.

Just when Qiong Ling'er gritted her teeth and wanted to take Wan Xin away, it was already too late...

"Chichi!..."

The sound of breaking through the air resounded continuously, and people from the Wuling Tribe came from everywhere. There were only a few people, but more than a dozen people from the Wuling Tribe came and surrounded the place.

"Give them all to me! Kill them all, I will use them to make puppets!"

Wu Yun shouted loudly, abandoned Haotian, and rushed directly towards Qiong Linger.

Obviously, he was still bitter about Qiong Ling'er killing his cronies, and he wanted to take him down and torture him severely to make up for the pain of losing his cronies.

Although Haotian wanted to stop him, he soon fell into the siege of the Wuling Clan, and within a few seconds, the descendants of the Xuantian Palace fell.

Qiong Linger was the same, once again caught up in a bitter battle with Wu Yun, and had no time to care about anything else.

　“Ah!!!”

Another disciple of Xuantian Palace held his head and screamed miserably, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he fell down.

"Kill!"

The Wuling clan who killed the descendants of Xuantian Palace glanced at Wan Xin sitting on the ground, and immediately He rushed down and took the head straight away, showing no mercy.

　"Huh?"

Although Wan Xin was in the middle of adjusting her breath, when the murderous intention struck, she reacted quickly, holding back her headache, She flipped her hand and made a frost handprint. Although she managed to escape, the person was also knocked away. A mouthful of blood spat out, her vision was blurred, and the whole world shook before her eyes.

"Sister Xin'er!"

Seeing the Wu Ling tribesmen charging forward again, Qiong Ling'er still couldn't get away, and she suddenly let out a cry like a cuckoo crying blood. She was crying, and she was almost plotted by Wu Yun without warning. With such a situation, her heart was pounding, and there was a sharp pain in her head, and she had to deal with the powerful enemy in front of her.

"Death!"

This man from the Wuling clan has a hideous face, and the pimples on his face are like bubbles in the sewer. He is very disgusting.A stream of witchcraft power was condensed in his hand, and it was stabbed directly towards Wan Xin's head, who had no ability to resist.

If this succeeds, Wan Xin’s soul will definitely be destroyed.

　“Huh?”

Listening to the evil smile coming from his mouth, Wan Xin stood up subconsciously and wanted to avoid it. However, she fell down again, and she was about to close. When he closed his eyes and waited for death to come, he found that his body did not touch the hard ground, but fell into a warm embrace.

"So familiar..."

She just wanted to struggle, but she smelled a smell deep in her memory. She gave up her struggle and opened her eyes hard. Her eyes were hazy, but she saw a face that made her think about it day and night.

"Brother Hao..."

Tears filled her eyes and fell down her cheeks. She took a deep look and slowly closed her eyes. .

Obviously, she regarded this as a dream.

You know, Feng Hao is in Tianwu Continent, how could he come to Hongmeng Realm? How is it possible to come to the source world?

When this was impossible in her subconscious, perhaps, God heard the last prayer in her heart, so this virtual image appeared in front of her.

"Xin'er? Xin'er, wake up!"

Looking at the pale and colorless pretty face in front of him, Feng Hao felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was being torn apart. It looked like it was cracked, and there was a sharp blade cutting it slowly.

This kind of pain goes deep into the soul.

"Go to hell!"

The Wuling clan member was just stunned for a moment, then immediately charged towards Feng Hao to kill him.

　“Chi!”

An afterimage flashed by, and a huge ugly head flew into the sky. Blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding area red. The land finally fell to the ground like the wooden pile.

"Brother Hao?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wan Xin was stunned, excited, and hit by heavy dizziness, which immediately made her fall into a coma. Among them, he fell into Feng Hao's arms.

"Xin'er?"

After confirming that Wan Xin had just fallen into a coma, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

A little while ago, an icy cold murderous intention spread between heaven and earth...