Princess Against the World

She raised her eyes slightly, and she stared at it.

No need to speak anymore, Feng Chenglin understood her eyes.

"Be careful yourself!"

Taking two steps back, Feng Chenglin finally turned around and ran away.

Unwillingly, Xue Zhian wanted to arrest him again, but he couldn't stand Ling Luoyu's madness.

The Chaos Yuanling doubled its strength in an instant, making him feel invisible pressure.

"Zhipeng, Wanquan!"

The other two understood, and the gold element poured into the silver net again, outflanking the soul blade.

A thin smile faded from the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips at that moment, she suddenly let go of the soul blade, turned around and swept away.

"Don't let her get away!"

Xue Zhian took down the Soul Blade with his own strength.

"Hurry up, you two!"

Zhipeng and Wanquan responded, both broke through the ridge of the roof, and flew towards Ling Luoyu.

At that moment, Xue Zhian also wrapped the soul blade with a silver net, put it in the Qiankun bag, and then chased after the three of them.

The four of them, like ghosts, flew towards Mu Yunshan.

Not long after, he had already caught up with the peak of Mu Yunshan.

Because of the killing during the day, Mu Yunshan at this time has become a dead mountain.

In addition to the bloody smell all over the sky, there is also a faint smell of gunpowder that has not dissipated.

Ling Luoyu rushed straight to the summit, but stopped abruptly at the highest point.

In front of her was a vast abyss shrouded in white mist.

The sound of clothes hunting came from behind, and Xue Zhian and others had already caught up.

"Ling Luoyu, where do you want to go this time?"

Ling Luoyu turned around slowly, her black eyes burning, she looked at the three of them fixedly.

"Who said I was going to escape?"

Xue Zhian understood something: "Did you lure us here on purpose?"

"Otherwise... what do you think?!"

Ling Luoyu raised her head resolutely, the corners of her lips slanted up, fading out a hint of evil.

"Could it be that I fled because I was defeated?"

Zhipeng and Wanquan immediately looked at each other.

Obviously, they all think so!

The fight just now was already obvious, and they had the upper hand.

Xue Zhian sneered: "Ling Luoyu, I know you are eloquent, but you can't win with big words! You even lost your weapon, so what qualifications do you have to say that you are not a rout?!"

"Speaking of weapons, I suddenly remembered!"

An evil smile was released on Ling Luoyu's lips.

"Thank you for bringing me here..."

Hao flipped his wrist, and the soul blade broke out from Xue Zhian's Qiankun bag with a "whoosh".

At the moment of breaking out, she still didn't forget to cut his thigh severely.

"Well!"

Although Xue Zhian was on guard and avoided it in time, he carried the soul blade of the primordial spirit of chaos, which was not a magical weapon that he could avoid if he wanted to be on guard.

With a muffled snort, the soul blade flew back to Ling Luoyu's hand with a bloodstain.

"Xue Zhian!"

Zhipeng and Wanquan hurriedly guarded left and right, very cautious.

"Are you OK?!"

"fine!"

Compared with the wound on his leg, Xue Zhian felt that his face was hurt more seriously.

He has been assassinated by Ling Luoyu twice in a row!

Although the injury was not serious every time, it made him very upset.

"Ling Luoyu, it seems that you are just like the one in the legend, very difficult to deal with!"

"In the legend? Whose legend? Where did the legend come from?!"

Ling Luoyu's playful eyes flowed on the three of them, and she raised her lips evilly.

"If I'm not wrong, the three are half-demons!! And I don't seem to have any conflicts with you half-demons?! But the three came directly to me without saying a word?! As the saying goes, death is death I understand, should the three of you explain to me what is going on?!"