Bai Xing didn't answer, but just stared at Zheng Feixian very calmly

"The power of the magic weapon Mo Ye, the dream ancestor god, has been used by him, is indeed powerful. I admire him so much. Since I was defeated, I am not qualified to wear this martial immortal headdress. I just want to know if Princess Zhou can use the fifteenth sword one in front of me again."

The immortal fire phoenix, who had grown thirty feet long, suddenly appeared in the hissing, and flew up with Zheng Feixian.

Baixing had no time to answer, because Zheng Feixian had no time to give her answer, so she started

Zheng Feixian is angry

The lost face has become a fact. The only thing she can do is to defeat Baixing and wash away the shame. Although that cannot change the shame fact that she was defeated by others, it is always better than being thought that Zheng Feixian is never a match for Baixing.

Zheng Feixian only felt that he had never been so angry in his life, hated someone and wanted to kill someone

The flames of the Immortal Fire Phoenix Martial Soul are like the anger fire in Zheng Feixian's heart, burning with raging wings and flying in the air

Baixing knew that it would be difficult to have another chance to cast the fifteenth sword of the sword spirit. Her situation was in a difficult situation, but she was not afraid.

The disciples of Feixian Sect at low altitude watched Zheng Feixian resurrection and fought with Baixing again

The blow that was originally underwent gradually recovered with the battle that lasted for a long time without any results in the air.

Some people want to go up and help the boxing, even if they are desperate, as long as they can create opportunities for Zheng Feixian and interfere with the star worship for a moment, that's enough, but this idea is soon eliminated by Qiuye and Xiao Feixian.

Zheng Feixian doesn't need help, he never needs it, especially at this moment

The Feixian Sect was looking forward to the victory of Zheng Feixian defeating Baixing. They could not help the fist, and they all bravely devoted themselves to the battle. They hoped that in this way, their lives would turn into Zheng Feixian's cheering cry.

On the earth, there are people

The Soul Army and the Zheng Army have already fought in a melee, fighting everywhere

The Divine Kingdom Army stood up again when they died, and stood up again when they died; when the Divine Soul Army died, someone immediately sprinkled blood on the fallen man. The fallen man stood up immediately.

The martial soul-level masters of Feixian Sect are all stared at by the masters of the Divine Soul Army.

In order to prevent the Divine Soul Army from being burned by the fire phoenix's immortal flames into ashes that cannot stand up again

Ling Luo is with Princess Zheng Wang Tianlai

Can't be considered as protection

Before, they had been chased by star worship. Many experts from Feixian Sect and Shenzong were brave and even if they worked together, they could not resist the power of Mo Xie Jian.

Falling down again and again and again and again resurrecting again and again

I don't know how many famous masters in Zheng State who have been famous for a long time collapsed under the power of Mo Ye, and their pride was gone.

The same is true for King Zheng, but it is not very strong because Princess Tianlai never regarded herself as a famous master in the world. In fact, she is not one of the top masters in the world, she has never been

Therefore, she was worried about Ling Luo beside her.

Because Ling Luo was originally one of the top experts in the world

But she soon discovered that Ling Luo did not show any frustration. Although he was also shocked by the power of Moye Sword. Although he tried his best to work with other masters to try to resist the attack of Moye Sword for a moment, he also tasted the taste of resurrection from the dead again and again under Moye's power.

But, from beginning to end, he was very calm

Princess Tianlai was worried that Ling Luo would put his emotions in her heart, so she couldn't help but ask.

Ling Luo said, "The power of the Moye Sword is amazing. However, because of this, this Hou is full of exploration and the confidence to pursue. Only in front of the power of the Moye Sword can he feel the past self like a frog in the well. At this moment, he only has information about his infinite desire for the goal, and there is no need to worry about the power of the pursuit of power."

Princess Tianlai felt that the white figure in her eyes that was never dusty, and her heart was so unprideful in good times, and she was not discouraged in bad times.

Her worries were unnecessary, she believed in her husband

When the fifteen sword energy of the star worshipped the stars showed its power in the air, each sword was stronger than the previous one.

Many people watched

Ling Luo also looked at it, but no one laughed

Ling Luo was laughing involuntarily at that time

That smile is like a smile that is tirelessly satisfied when practicing martial arts. When you suddenly have a major discovery or breakthrough, you will devote yourself to it.

Princess Tianlai believes that Ling Luo must have understood something

Ling Luo did get unexpected gains from it

In this long-lasting war, he tasted the pain that he had heard July say.

That taste is something that Ling Luo has never tasted before

Because he has never been so powerless

Watching Mo Ye's sword energy kill his wife again and again, he is also his lord.

Watching my father fall in the sword energy again and again, my colleagues and comrades fall in the sword energy

The king of Zheng, the first enemy Zuo Shuchang, who has been in power for a long time

Falling down again and again in Mo Ye's sword energy, death resurrects

Ling Luo's inner pain increased exponentially again and again

This pain is like a knife stabbing in the heart and can never be pulled out

He even cried bitterly in this pain, but almost, although every time Princess Tianlai resurrected from the butcher knife killing, she did not really die, however, at the moment when she turned into white light, Ling Luo felt powerless and useless to look at Princess Tianlai's robe. The crown was covered with dust, and her face was always clean. When the dust and ash stains, the pain would spread rapidly, making him almost unable to breathe

However, this painful continuous torture did not make Ling Luo, who was broad-minded, fall into the madness of hatred and extremeness, the more painful he made himself calmer; the sadder he made himself stronger, the firmer his will.

He turned these into calmness and focused on comprehension of the power of heavenly spirit

In this process, he gradually captured and grasped something

But he was not eager to show and show the embryonic power of the heavenly spirit, but instead tried hard to calm himself down and unswervingly explore further heavenly spirit power.

Then he witnessed the earth-shaking and unstoppable fifteen swords used by the divine weapon Moye Sword in Baixing's hand.

He saw from the fourteenth sword that was similar but powerful to the Demon-Slaying Style

When the fifteenth sword that was shining brightly and the eyes hurt, flew out of the Moye sword, Ling Luo seemed to wake up at the top of the curtain, consciousness became clear in an instant, and the world of consciousness suddenly expanded countless times... Ling Luo had a smile on his face.

Let Princess Tianlai smile full of anticipation

"Hahahahaha..." Ling Luo suddenly smiled to the sky. There was no arrogance in the laughter, but there was a world without it. I was alone at the top of the lonely peak, unrestrained and wanton~
Chapter completed!