One person's royal painting

Chapter 734 Liberation and Arrival

laugh!
A soft sound came out, and a black and red long nail was nailed to the center of Feng Baobao's eyebrows. Immediately, Feng Baobao's expression froze, and he froze in place, motionless.

Swish!
Immediately afterwards, Wu Gensheng's figure gradually disappeared in front of Baobao Feng, and the figure of Wang Bing appeared in front of Baobao Feng. The index finger of his left hand rested on the end of the black and red spike and touched Baobao Feng's head.

hum!
Cracks immediately spread from Feng Baobao's eyebrows, and soon spread to her entire face.

In an instant, about the figures of Zhang Chulan and Wu Gensheng, as well as the innocent...self with two braids, these images all turned into thoughts that flooded into Feng Baobao's brain one after another, but just When she was in extreme pain, Wang Bing's voice rang softly from her ears.

"It's not over yet!"

Feng Baobao's pupils shrank, and under her eyes, after Wang Bing released the painting environment, he held the Tianyuan brush and killed him again. However, because of the splitting headache just now, Feng Baobao slowed down a little.

Can't die!
Feng Baobao knew very well that she didn't want to die, her past, the people she cherished...

There are still so many things she wants to verify and experience personally...

She subconsciously looked at Zhang Chulan, who was "put together" by herself behind her, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, and then she moved, and the snow-white kitchen knife in her hand stabbed straight at Wang Bing.

At this distance, Wang Bing's long-handled weapon may have a greater advantage, but she doesn't mean that there is no chance!

However, Feng Baobao's slash missed nothing, and the slash went straight through Wang Bing's phantom, fading that figure.

After a while, Feng Baobao came to his senses and swung the blade straight to the side.

But at this moment, another vine sprang out from the ground and bound Baobao Feng's wrist.

Wang Bing appeared beside Feng Baobao. With a flick of the Tianyuan brush in his hand, five ink balls the size of a basketball were scattered around Feng Baobao...

Swish!
In the blink of an eye, vines protruded from the ink, binding Feng Baobao's neck, hands, feet, and waist, preventing her from exerting any strength.

"Feng Baobao, don't you have any doubts, why did I pull you into the fairyland of Yihua, and let you meet Zhang Chulan and Wugensheng Feng Yao?"

"..."

Feng Baobao's indifferent and dull face finally revealed a look of surprise. There is nothing wrong with it. Her expression is clearly the kind of expression that people will show when they get unexpected information. With all her efforts, she wants to Break free from the shackles of these vines.

"How could you break free again, Baobao Feng, I gave you a chance!"

Wang Bing moved forward, and the black qi flames emerged from his body again, restraining the part of Feng Baobao's body that had just broken free with vines in place again, he raised his foot abruptly, and kicked Feng Baobao directly, With tremendous strength, Feng Baobao flew towards the sky.

Stranger, there are not many who can fly!

The aliens in the sky can do very limited things...

Wang Bing jumped up and appeared on top of Feng Baobao, who held up the Tianyuan pen high up, "The three masters of the husband, don't use the brush first; the six arts, don't focus on the silver hook..."

The spear fell like a startled dragon, Tianyuan Brush and Wang Bing seemed to be integrated at this moment, and the majestic black energy turned into a black shooting star in the air!

"Orchid leaf drawing!"

call!
The next moment, the black meteor passed through Baobao Feng, but no blood burst out, but Baobao Feng's falling body visibly trembled, and then her gaze became a little distracted.

In the Wonderland of Yihua, the black and red spike in Wang Bing's hand is the product of the combination of his innate ability "Close to ink is black" and the fire of desire.

Wang Bing knew that Feng Baobao was very sensitive to his innate abilities, and it was really difficult to penetrate into his body with external attacks, so Wang Bing chose to do this.

As long as Feng Baobao is wary of his innate abilities, then Feng Baobao will involuntarily think of Zhang Chulan and Wu Gensheng...

With these two people who are of great significance to her life, thoughts constantly flood Feng Baobao's brain, which is enough to make Feng Baobao ignore the "close ink is black" in her body.

"No one in this world can't be killed, whether it's you or me..."

Wang Bing, who fell on the ground, did not look back at Feng Baobao, who was falling like a dead leaf, but said to himself naturally: "Death, maybe it is also a kind of relief for you!"

pat!

Feng Baobao's body landed directly on Zhang Chulan's body. Feng Baobao slowly raised her hand, gently stroking Zhang Chulan's already cold cheeks, her eyes were full of reluctance, but finally she slowly closed her eyes, The breath disappeared at this moment.

"That's it. Longevity in this world is not a good thing. Like I said just now, death may be a relief for you..."

Looking at the fallen bodies of Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan, a flame suddenly appeared in Wang Bing's hands, but just when he was about to burn the bodies of the two, a great pressure came from one side.

"Old Master, you are late enough!"

With this familiar and powerful aura, Wang Bing knew who was coming without even thinking about it.

That's right, Zhang Zhiwei finally found him.

It's no wonder that Zhang Zhiwei came here so late. The company's special smoke bombs did have something in them, and the amount was so large. Rao Zhang Zhiwei's martial arts skills are world-class, and it took a lot of effort to resist these technologies and hard work.

Hei Guaner and the others are interesting enough. According to Mr. Zhao's intention, try to take these two people out of the war zone as soon as possible, the farther the better.

Therefore, Hei Guan'er and Xiao Zizai also ran wildly, relying on their impressive strength, they also took Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao out for a long distance.

That's what happened now.

Seeing the separation of Zhang Chulan's body, Zhang Zhiwei frowned immediately, and looked at Wang Bing with some unkind eyes.

"Old Heavenly Master, don't look at me that way, the matter between Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao must be determined after all."

Although Wang Bing is exhausted to the extreme now, he is still not afraid of Zhang Zhiwei's aura and looks directly at Zhang Zhiwei. He is convinced that as long as Zhang Zhiwei is still the leader of Zhengyi and the celestial master of Longhushan, then he has no reason Rush yourself.

call!
A breeze blew by, the old and the young just looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at each other without saying anything, let alone making a move.

Now that Zhang Zhiwei has come, Wang has no way to continue to "destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces". Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to speak, Wang turned around and prepared to leave this place. He was worried that there would be strong people coming behind Zhang Zhiwei, so don't forget At this time, his king is also a sweet pastry who has mastered four skills and eight strange skills!
(End of this chapter)