The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 71 Hypocrite, really villain

Others' power of observation is on Leng Wuyou's strength, but Uncle Yang's bull's eyes are staring at the purple fighting spirit on Leng Wuyou's body, "You actually have purple fighting spirit!" Uncle Yang's voice was unconscious. To improve, there is also unwillingness and jealousy.

Lengyouyou looked at him with cold eyes, purple fighting spirit?I'm sorry she's really not. In fact, her fighting spirit has no color, but she didn't want to reveal it, so she used the disguise of the ring given by Jun Moyuan, just like a trick.

Uncle Yang's eyes were fixed on Leng Wuyou, and his face changed. A young man with a purple fighting spirit was obviously not an ordinary person. He looked like a junior from a hidden family who came out to experience. If this kid is today If he died here, I was afraid that the forces behind him would not give up. If he did not die, it would be obvious that they had already forged a grudge. When they went out, he would not let them go.

Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes, his bull-like eyes were full of calculations, it would be better to kill Bai Bai, not to mention that there are ready-made scapegoats here, he looked at Wei Lin and the three, he could not tell when Take this to have a relationship with the person behind this kid!

Uncle Yang has calculated very well here, but Leng Wuyou tugged at the corners of his mouth mockingly, his eyes were cold, and he could see his dirty thoughts at a glance. I have to say that he and Liu Qinghe are really the same raccoon dog. But they are all human-like, but their minds are the same despicable and shameless, oh, hypocrite, really villain.

Leng Wuyou's eyes are cold, and she really doesn't want to spend any more time with this group of people. She has to rush to find the Leng family. As for Jun Moyuan, it is good not to bully others with that guy's strength, and there is no need to do so. Worrying about him getting hurt or something.

"Come to fight." Leng Wuyou covered the whole body with the fighting spirit, forming a purple battle armor. The fighting spirit condensed into the battle armor can only be condensed when it reaches the martial artist.

Leng Wuyou just arrived at the first level of the martial arts master. This is the first time to condense the battle armor. The whole body of the battle armor is purple, and it is somewhat illusory. At a glance, you can see that it is formed by energy.

The battle armor on Uncle Yang's body is golden, and it looks like he is really wearing a piece of armor, not as illusory as Leng Wuyou.

"You're so brave, let me teach you your purple fighting spirit today. I'm going to see if your fighting spirit is stronger than mine." Uncle Yang stomped his feet on the ground again, and clicked. , the cracks spread around like a spider web, and Uncle Yang's body bounced out instantly.

Leng Wuyou's eyes were condensed, and fighting intent rose in her eyes. This was the first time she fought as a warrior. I hope this opponent will not let her down. After a bit of practice, the long sword she got in the underground palace appeared in hers. In the palm, Leng Wuyou stared, she didn't call it, she just wanted to take out a spirit sword from the space, but Leng Wuyou lowered her eyes, forget it, since it likes it, then it's good .

He stretched out his hand and stroked the cracked sword body, feeling the sharp light of the sword coming, Leng Wuyou turned his head and raised the long sword in his hand. , the onlookers retreated involuntarily, leaving enough space for them.

"Clanging" the sound of swords clashing in succession made people dazzled. The aftermath of the battle formed a small tornado, wrapping the two people in it. The outsiders couldn't see the battle between the two at once. They could only watch the battle. to a vague figure.

Inside the tornado, Leng Wuyou raised the long sword in his hand, and a purple sword qi shot up into the sky, vast and vast, but it carried a monstrous killing intent, the long sword was swung hard, and a purple sword light slashed towards the mountains. Uncle Yang cut his head off.

Uncle Yang's eyes narrowed, he raised his big sword, and a golden sword light cut through the thorns, facing the purple sword light.

"Boom!" Two rays of light, one purple and one gold, collided in the air, and exploded silently. The golden sword glow was not as good as the purple sword glow. He stabbed at Uncle Yang's eyebrows.

Uncle Yang's face changed, and the big knife immediately returned to defense.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sword glow hit the big knife. Uncle Yang was rushed back a dozen steps by the momentum brought by the sword glow, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, you have some skills, no wonder you are so ignorant." Uncle Yang wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and tried to stay calm, but his heart was already trembling, and the purple fighting spirit was really powerful, even if his strength was three small realms higher than the other party's Still not his opponent.

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