The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 702
"Wow~" A roar like a baby's cry resounded through the sky, shaking Leng Wuyou's ear drums ached, her plain white hands were clenched into fists, her thin and straight body was full of endless explosive power, but her Compared with the body of the flood dragon, the small body is like a baby facing a giant beast, and that giant beast seems to be able to crush her to death with a small claw.

Jian Jian and the others trembled in their hearts. This kind of comparison really had to make them worry. Only Jun Moyuan looked as usual, and his deep black pupils were full of confidence in Leng Wuyou.

Leng Wuyou lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and his body flew towards the Jiulong like a bolt of lightning.

Jiulong hovered in the air, and when its wings flapped, it brought up a small hurricane. Leng Wuyou's figure flashed in succession, avoiding those hurricanes, and his white fist landed fiercely on the Jiulong's head.

砰

There was a muffled sound when the punch landed, Leng Wuyou felt a slight numbness in her arm, it was as if she hit an iron block when she punched down.

What a strong defense!
Leng Wuyou was slightly startled, the one in front of her was only a half-step spirit king with such defensive power, so how strong could a spirit king-level Jiulong be?

She couldn't help feeling a little excitement in her heart.

Before Jiulong could react, she punched twice in a row. After the two punches, she broke its defense and smashed it to the point of staring at its eyes. Scarlet blood flowed out from its head, staining the Looking at the back of Leng Wuyou's white hands, the red and white are particularly vivid at this moment, making Leng Wuyou's hands even more beautiful.

Jiulong's body couldn't help turning several times in the air, flapped his wings twice, and fell slowly from the sky.

When Jian Jian's group on the ground saw the Jiulong falling to the ground in a daze, their eyes lit up for a moment, and then they rushed up and beat them up.

After a thunderclap, the Jiulong was completely dead in their hands.

Some people who saw this scene couldn't help swallowing, what kind of weird team is this, and it's also besieged, it's too cruel.

Sympathize with the dead Jiulong for a second.

The dead Jiulong: I thought it was my prey, but I found out that it turned out to be a group of crazy beasts who were even more ignorant of martial arts than them.

Leng. Beast. Worry-free group: Thank you for the compliment, I am grateful for your expression, and then I will implement a luxury package for group fights with your brothers and sisters.

Someone noticed that Leng Wuyou and the others had easily dealt with a Jiulong with this operation, and immediately followed suit.

For a while, this operation really eased the situation on the battlefield a little bit. Human beings who were originally in a disadvantaged position gradually became evenly divided with those Jiulongs at this moment.

"Wow~ human beings, you are too shameless to use such despicable means." The rough voice was full of anger, and it roared to the sky.

A dove dragon covered with black scales broke away from a team. The black scales exuded a cold texture in the sun, and the sinister aura seemed to turn into substance. Its wings opened wide, Two huge hurricanes formed a tornado, broke away from its black wingtips, and spun towards Leng Wuyou crazily.

Leng Wuyou narrowed her eyes suddenly, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly. Just now, she was thinking about how powerful the spirit king Jiulong was, but now one just came to her door, so she didn't need to look for it deliberately.

Jian Jian and the others naturally felt that this Jiulong was different from the ones they had dealt with before. It was not only intelligent, but also very strong. Although they had some concerns on their faces, they were more worried about Leng Wuyou. trust.

No matter how bad they are, there is a great god beside them, and the captain will not be injured no matter what.

(End of this chapter)