The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Bingfeng is really not easy to provoke, her eyes narrowed slowly, the aura in the entire formation was mobilized by her, and she pressed towards Beitinghuang fiercely, her voice seemed to be quenched, "Yan Ye ? Yanye is also a name you can call? Huh, mere ants, what qualifications do you have to call him by his name?"

This is the real fan! However, Bei Tinghuang might still be grateful if someone else defended Yan Ye like this. But the woman in front of her, defending Yan Ye so much, made Bei Tinghuang feel disgusted by eating flies. Immediately, people who had always been very strong in their hearts wanted to go up and tear her apart.

However, at this time, Bei Tinghuang only had this heart, but no such strength. The billowing spiritual energy almost broke through the formation, and swept towards Beitinghuang, like a huge wave rolled up by a strong wind on the sea, a wave can smash Beitinghuang to death.

It is absolutely impossible for Bei Tinghuang to be forced to death by this damned woman like this. She originally disliked this woman, but now she is about to kill Bei Tinghuang, how can Bei Tinghuang be willing to let it go? For the first time, he had the idea that even if he died, he would kill this woman.

The divine power poured out from his body, and the pale golden color was indistinguishable from the desert mist at all. Everything was covered with a layer of pale gold, which also made Bingfeng not expect that Bei Tinghuang was not the healer she imagined, and even when Bei Tinghuang counterattacked, he didn't realize that he was already a god.

The divine power is like a giant python. After circling around Bei Tinghuang's body, he raised his head high, like a flood dragon rushing towards the nine heavens, and head-on bumping into the heaven and earth spiritual energy in the formation mobilized by the ice phoenix. past.

boom!

The sky and the earth seemed to be tilted down, and the whole desert trembled fiercely. The originally calm pale golden mist layer, as if hit by an earthquake, formed a giant peak, piercing towards the sky like a giant sword holding up to the sky. .

The sound was like tens of thousands of horses galloping together, like two lightning bolts colliding violently in the clouds, bursting out bursts of low-pitched roars, which made people's eardrums tingle more and more, and a burst of stinging pain came.

Guan Yang and Lu Ji had already been thrown out by the force of Bei Tinghuang's counterattack. The two of them were swept up by the force, passed through the pale golden aura layer in the desert, and fell passively on Xingyue without any resistance. over the Great Plains. The two got up from the ground in embarrassment, and saw the huge waves rolled up after the two forces collided.

The eyes of the two became serious at the same time, showing a bit of horror. Bingfeng said that the boy was only at the level of a healer, and they believed it, but is he really at the level of a healer? Can an ordinary spiritual master fight against the peak god king like Bingfeng? Can the strength of the opponent be shaken down?

The huge commotion on this side naturally alarmed the people in Yan City.

In Yancheng, in the inner city, in the huge and magnificent palace close to the rolling hills behind, the man sat lazily on the upper seat, holding the armrest of the black and purple sandalwood chair, he closed his eyes slightly, his dark purple eyeliner slanted The hook picks out the bewitching arc, and the heavy purple is smudged towards the sideburns layer by layer, and there is an unbelievable majesty in the bewitching.

The two thick eyebrows are like raised mountains, and the high bridge of the nose is like the half-tree crabapple stretching over the wall in the cold spring. , his thin lips were lightly pursed, like a touch of pink dyed by falling cherry blossom petals, but it was also cool, making people have no doubt about this person's ruthlessness.