The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 703 Beauty

Jun Moyuan looked at the little girl tenderly from the beginning to the end, without any sign of worry, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was just a small monster, and with the strength of his little girl, it was not necessary How much does it cost.

If he was still a little girl before the Spirit King Realm, he would still be worried, but since the little girl advanced again, he is not worried at all. With the little girl's current strength and her hidden methods, as long as she does not meet She can escape unscathed even those who are strong in the upper spirit realm.

Although Leng Wuyou's level is not high, but her explosive power is simply abnormal, not to mention her spiritual power can be self-sufficient, and her ability to leapfrog challenges is also very strong, especially because she is a dual-cultivator of spirit and martial arts, and has a weak body without spiritual cultivation. It is even more handy to stand up, and there is no need to worry about others getting close.

If Jun Moyuan's strength was suppressed to the same level as Leng Wuyou, it would be very difficult to escape.

Seeing the hurricane tornado approaching rapidly, Leng Wuyousu spread out his hands, and in the white and tender palms, fierce wind swirled out, covered with green light instantly.

It was the whistling of the wind.

Bitter and fierce, unscrupulous.

The green spiral tornado was suddenly thrown out by her, and the tornado vortex, which was originally only the size of a palm, instantly spun to a height of more than one meter.

砰

boom

The three tornadoes blatantly collided together in the air, stirring up a repelling wind in an instant. From the collision of the three tornadoes, it spread to the surroundings in an instant. Jiulong was thrown flying out.

A vacuum zone was formed around Leng Wuyou and the spirit king Jiulong.

The violent wind unscrupulously caressed Leng Wuyou's black hair, her clothes fluttered, her peerless face was expressionless, her black pupils were deep and deep, and a murderous intent gathered between her eyebrows and eyes.

Due to this change, the people in the area around them who were still fighting Jiulong temporarily stopped their movements and looked over involuntarily, just in time to see this scene.

Their eyes couldn't help being shaken, what a beautiful young man.

Yes, beauty.

They couldn't find any words to describe him except beauty.

On the skin like white jade porcelain, there are exquisite facial features inlaid, and the chill between the brows adds a bit of cold handsomeness to his overly delicate cheeks.

His facial features are gorgeous and his temperament is outstanding, but the most eye-catching thing is his eyes.

The obsidian-like pupils are so clear and bright that one can see the stars in the sky, but sometimes they are deep, as if they can see the devil in hell.

Putting these two different colors together is like two extremes, contradictory but compatible with each other. If this kind of extreme is placed on other people, it will make people feel very unacceptable.

However, when placed on him, there is a strange charm, just like what he should be. While people can't help being in awe, at the same time, people can't help but want to indulge in his eyes.

Some people even looked into Leng Wuyou's eyes, unconsciously appearing in a trance, and didn't even realize that the danger was approaching. It wasn't until the pain came that they regained their senses in fright and joined the battle again. Among them, it was obvious that when they were fighting with the Jiulongs, their gazes would look towards Leng Wuyou and the others from time to time.

Jun Moyuan was so keen, when he noticed the eyes of those people looking at the little girl, he immediately became displeased, and a cold breath covered his body.

It's a pity that Leng Wuyou was still fighting that Jiulong, so he didn't notice his emotional changes at all, and naturally he didn't have time to pay attention to him, besides, being distracted during the battle is a big taboo.

Only Jian Jian, who was close to Jun Moyuan, noticed a trace of coldness, but they didn't know where the coldness came from, because their attention was on Leng Wuyou, even though they felt the coldness However, they only thought that it was blown by the wind, and they didn't take it to heart.

(End of this chapter)