The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 805 On Jun Moyuan's Image in Leng Wuyou's Heart

If it wasn't for worrying that she would be in the middle of sealing Ermeng, he would take advantage of the complete disintegration of the sealing circle and then escape from it, she would not be so restrained.

The silver light of Leng Wuyou's fingertips became more and more intense, and the surrounding silk threads were already combined together, and the other hand waved the space crack that had just healed in the air, and it was torn off again with her movements. One corner, this corner of space was pinched by Leng Wuyou, and it merged with her space power, gradually merging into a dimensional space.

The same is also the dimensionality reduction seal, the difference is the ban, who makes Ermeng stronger, so it is better to sleep.

Well, she's not afraid, she's just afraid of trouble, after all, that guy is strong, maybe when will he be able to open the space from inside?

But it's still a bit early to say these things now, let's wait until he is sealed in first.

Feeling the squeeze of the surrounding space and the different dimensional breath around him, Ermeng was completely furious.

He let out a roar in anger, and swung his fist fiercely. The piercing fist was full of overwhelming anger, and a black fist that covered the sky and the sun was condensed in the air. The speed of the fist was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, It was already in front of Leng Wuyou.

However, the current Leng Wuyou couldn't be interrupted at all, and her movements couldn't be stopped, so she didn't pay attention to the fist seal coming towards her, but focused all her attention on sealing Ermeng, very relieved Please leave your own safety to Jun Moyuan.

Jun Moyuan naturally wouldn't let his little girl down. His little girl trusted him so much that he started setting off fireworks with joy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

Because that would make him feel a little silly, what if it would affect his impression in the little girl's heart.

Even though he knew his image in the little girl's heart, everyone seemed to be, uh, hard to describe, for example, stealing fish, coveting her broken sleeve and so on.

And what Jun Moyuan didn't know was that he still had a relatively deep-rooted image in the heart of his little girl, that is, the poor little girl who dug up people's ancestral graves and was hunted down.

Of course, it was also because of this phenomenon that Leng Wuyou usually spoiled him so much.

If Jun Moyuan knew this and didn't know what to think, should he cry or laugh?Cry your own image?Laughing at the little girl's indulgence to herself?
Before the fist seal arrives, the evil wind blows in the face, the bitter wind blows the robes, grinning, one red and one purple, the two robes are flying in the air, the long black hair is intertwined, there is me in you With you in the middle, it is hard to part.

Leng Wuyou looked solemn and remained motionless.

Jun Moyuan's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward. In the palm of his hand, the crimson sword sealed the blood, and the long sword was swung out, breaking the dawn with one sword. The bloody sword light that tore apart the world was more dazzling than the newborn morning sun.

The contrast between red and black, the interweaving of bloodthirsty and darkness, the collision of monster and evil.

A strong roar erupted between the two.

A strange blood-colored sword light slashed out from the tumbling black doom.

The fist mark condensed by the black aura was cut in half in an instant. When the blood-colored light soared into the sky and the black aura was entangled, the two devoured and corroded each other.

The sword light kept on trending, and after slashing through Ermeng's angry blow, he slashed at Ermeng horizontally with an unstoppable momentum.

Emeng's pupils shrank. He never expected that his punch would be cut by the sword of the person in front of him so easily. His expression became serious, and he looked at the bloody sword energy coming straight towards him. , the two swirls in the dark eyes began to rotate, and the black light instantly covered them.

Clouds of black mist erupted from those eyes, forming half-moon arcs one by one, and then connected in a straight line, hitting the bloody sword energy one after another.

(End of this chapter)