The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 55 Battle

Seeing that this little human wanted to resist its attack with the strength of its own flesh, the Golden Sword Snake immediately showed a "hissing" weird smile, "You arrogant little reptile, think with your weak body. Taking this attack from me, it’s almost a dream.”

The Golden Sword Snake spat out its scarlet core in disdain, and was amused by his previous vigilance. Such a stupid human being would die under his little golden sword if he didn't need it to make a second move.

The Golden Sword Snake swims with its snake body, and is no longer looking at the dying little human. It should still wait for its spiritual fruit to mature!
However, just as the Golden Sword Snake swam for a while, the sight he saw inadvertently made its vertical pupils suddenly shrunk, and the snake's body froze, "How is this possible? Hissing~ Impossible!" Golden Sword Snake He spit out the snake core frantically, and his sinister and hoarse voice was full of disbelief.

Just listening to the loud bang of "Boom", Leng Wuyou's simple white and small fist slammed into the golden edge, and a powerful force spread out from the intersection of Lengyouyou and the golden edge. Come, fly sand and stone in an instant, and the jungle dances wildly.

The sound of "clicking, clicking" trees breaking one after another.

"Get out of the way." Leng Wuyou stomped her feet on the ground fiercely, her plain white fist slammed hard, and tiny cracks appeared on the golden edge, her small fist shook, and the golden edge instantly It was cracked, "kachakacha" shattered into pieces, and finally turned into golden spiritual power and dissipated in the air little by little.

Leng Wuyou spit out a mouthful, looking at his uninjured hand, frowning slightly, a little dissatisfied, "The strength is still a little weak."

But forget it, take it slowly, so as not to overdo it, withdrew your hand and looked at the twisted golden sword snake indifferently, with a calm tone, "Why is it impossible, I think it's quite simple."

You must know that her physical body has been tempered in the spiritual spring over and over again, and even the martial arts practice "Divine Phoenix World" she cultivates has the effect of tempering her physical body. If she can't handle such a small attack, Then she doesn't have to live anymore.

Leng Wuyou looked at the Golden Sword Snake, who had some doubts about life, and seemed to think that the stimulation was not enough. Finally, he said, "Well, at least it is faster and easier than dreaming." Dreaming also needs brains, and this is just getting started. Do it, how fast, how crisp, how direct!

Simple and rude, but powerful!

Jun Moyuan, who was watching the battle, watched the little girl act badly, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed. Moreover, the little girl was so serious that she was really cute, and she liked the little girl more and more!
Sure enough, the Golden Sword Snake was so nakedly stabbed in the heart and slapped in the face that the whole snake was not well, and anger had begun to burn its reason.

"Damn little reptile, you die for me." The golden sword snake roared up to the sky, streaks of golden sharp edges spurted out of its mouth, the huge snake tail slapped the ground fiercely, and there was a long crack ten meters wide on the ground. Spread out towards the cold and worry-free feet.

Leng Wuyou didn't dare to be careless, he stepped directly to avoid the cracks, and the figure shuttled and avoided the golden edge like a ghost. If he couldn't avoid it, he directly punched and smashed it. In an instant, one person and one beast began to fight.

"His~" The Golden Sword Snake howled miserably, Leng Wuyou hit the Golden Sword Snake with a fist, taking advantage of the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Leng Wuyou punched the Golden Sword Snake again. The other eye of his, but he didn't want the Golden Sword Snake to turn around suddenly, Leng Wuyou's punch smashed directly on the back of the Golden Sword Snake.

The back of the Golden Sword Snake is full of open scales, like a knife, with a cold glow, Leng Wuyou's punch, did not hurt the Golden Sword Snake, but hurt himself, the fists are dense wounds, Some are very shallow, like a blood line, some are deep, and you can see the bones. This is the result of Leng Wuyou forcibly withdrawing [-]% of his strength when he noticed something wrong. Don't want your hands.

Seeing Leng Wuyou's injury, Jun Moyuan's pupils shrank, "Girl." He almost jumped out.

Leng Wuyou's whole heart was in this battle, and he didn't notice Jun Moyuan's voice at all, and he didn't hear Jun Moyuan's address to her.

Reaching out his hand to wipe off the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth because of the backlash, the cold and worry-free eyes were icy cold, "I'm careless."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the bloody hand, she didn't seem to feel any pain, she threw it twice, spiritual power poured into her palm, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it was back to normal.

The Golden Sword Snake is also working hard to recover from its injuries. It raised its head and its eyes were cold and ruthless, "Little reptile, you really angered me."

"I thought you were angry a long time ago." Leng Wuyou's face was serious, and the vigilance in his heart reached its peak.

She knew that the Golden Sword Snake was going to make a big move, and she should go all out in the next battle.

Spiritual power surged in her body, Leng Wuyou's aura was rising steadily, the fierce wind stirred her robes, and the ink-colored hair floated in the air. At this moment, Leng Wuyou was indifferent and chilling. Murderous aura and blood escaping from her body, strand by strand, then merged into a vast ocean.

Jun Moyuan raised his brows, his eyes were curious, and the little girl had a strong murderous aura.

The Golden Sword Snake roared and spit out a huge golden power sword bone, "Xiang~, Golden Bone Sword."

"It's so strong, it's really a bit tricky." Leng Wuyou frowned, palms together, the purple thunder formed a fist-sized thunderball, jumping and rolling in Leng Wuyou's white and tender palm.

(End of this chapter)