The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 119 Possessed by Ghosts

In the stands, Emperor Yuwen's face was a little gloomy, "It turned out to be the Spirit King, the Spirit King!" His heart was bleeding a little, he was obviously only one step away, this Spirit King could become a member of their royal family, why did he let them break off the engagement, why!Regret, the guts of regret are green.

At this moment, Yuwen Lingyun's pretty face was pale, and her pupils became dilated. She remembered the day she said, "Leng Wuyou, you have no cultivation, you can find someone to compete with me. If I win, I will break the engagement."

Now that I think about how ridiculous this sentence is, I think of the three words he said at that time, "You won."

What a nonchalant tone, thinking back then, I was like a clown in his heart!

Leng Wuyou: I've never been a clown or something, after all, I'm pretty good-looking!

On the arena, two figures, one fiery red and one white and blue, sometimes collided and sometimes separated. The aftermath of the fight sent all the spectators flying out. The arena had already been turned into powder under their aura.

Leng Wuyou's figure was like lightning, forming a series of afterimages. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Fu Lianyi, and his plain palm pressed hard on her heart.

Leng Wuyou's body has been tempered by thunder, and she is still a warrior. The physical strength is not something ordinary warriors can bear, let alone Fu Lianyi who is only a spiritual practitioner.

Fu Lianyi received Leng Wuyou's palm, and felt as if a mountain was pressed down on his chest, bang, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and his body flew upside down.

click
Fu Lianyi clearly heard the sound of her sternum breaking, and a rusty smell poured into her throat. She opened her mouth to cough lightly, and the scarlet blood blossomed into bewitching flowers in the air, which withered in an instant.

Leng Wuyou quickly caught up with her body, like a rainbow piercing the sun, bang, another palm was pressed down, but this palm was barely blocked by Fu Lianyi's sword. With Leng Wuyou's palm, she He retreated hundreds of meters and leaped onto a stone pillar not far away with a backflip in mid-air.

She wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her face became even more ferocious. The dark spiritual power on her body wrapped her whole body in it, her eyes were like pitch black ink, and even the whites of her eyes could not be seen clearly.

Leng Wuyou lightly landed on the stone pillar on the other side, frowning, her cool pink lips pursed into a straight line, she felt that Fu Lianyi's breath was very wrong, she is a full-line psychic, so naturally she also has a dark-line spirit Yuan, she is very familiar with the dark system, devouring, killing, brutal, bloodthirsty, and dark, but she definitely doesn't have the evil aura of Fu Lianyi.

That kind of breath, a bit like, a devil!

Leng Wuyou opened his eyes, demons were not extinct in ancient times, and Fu Lianyi, a human race, can't cultivate demon energy at all, this Fu Lianyi is so weird.Shaking his head, he got rid of these thoughts, well, it's a battle now, so he can't be distracted.

Fu Lianyi looked at Leng Wuyou with deep eyes, and a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Leng Wuyou felt that there seemed to be another person in Fu Lianyi's body at this moment, staring at her through her eyes and grinning at her.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand and rubbed the goose bumps on her arm. Oh my god, this Fu Lianyi won't be possessed by a ghost!

I always feel that she is gloomy, and doesn't match the noble fairy who is full of goddess style in my first impression.

After thinking about it, she still summoned the Divine Phoenix Sword that had been warming in her dantian. Well, her heart skipped a beat just now, and she felt dangerous. Now that she has a weapon in her hand, she feels much more at ease. .

Fu Lianyi smiled at Leng Wuyou, her smile was weird, her tone was light and gentle, "It's about to start!"

what?
Leng Wuyou narrowed his eyes, and a bad premonition took root in his heart.

哗

Blasts of blood shot up into the sky from the stands, densely packed, forming a net in the air, besieging everyone on the other side of the stands.

Leng Wuyou's face changed suddenly, and he was about to rush over there.

But Fu Lianyi stood in front of her, pointing the black sword point between her eyebrows, "Want to save someone? Then see if you can survive under my sword!"

(End of this chapter)