Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 391 Wu Zun Shakes the Green Forest [16]

In the world, Duan Jiaai is not the only woman who has ambitions. Thousands of women have ambitions. The difference is that they are the "ambition" on their man's chest.

Inside the invisible circle, Jia Ai's body softened, and the tightness in her chest made her sweat all over. She didn't expect this body to be so vulnerable to the pressure from internal force. I am very angry, but I also understand that the most important thing is to save my life.

Her eyes became fierce, and the fang knife in her hand became colder and colder.

Even if she was going to fall, it would be after these people fell.

Suddenly, she let out a muffled snort, and a force came from her back. When she turned her head, she saw Master Sang smiling very proudly.

Her eyes were a little colder, comparable to the sharp eyes of wild wolves in the dark night, making people panic from the bottom of their hearts.

But no matter how imposing she is, if she is half kneeling right now, she will be the loser.

Sangmen showed a ferocious smile, raised his breath and bent his hands, concentrating his inner strength in his palm, and when he was about to go towards her head...

Jia Ai's body moved strangely, but it was just a blink of an eye, her body was like a flash of red light, and disappeared in the original position in an instant.

Except for the four people who stood with their backs facing each other, supporting the super strong air pressure inside, the other four people were all stunned.

What's more, it wasn't just them, Jiaai herself was also extremely astonished.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

A deep and steady voice came into the ears in a dense voice, and Jia Ai's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this familiar voice.

Feng Limo!
He has always been the man standing behind her, always helping her at the last moment.

Jiaai secretly heaved a sigh of relief, with him around, everything would be safe.

Master Sang and the others saw that Duan Jiaai seemed to have become another person. She stood up indifferently, with a stern smile on her pale face, as if she had come out of a dark prison to take revenge on their ghosts. Just like that, there was a sense of coolness all over his body.

A strong heat came from the waist and spread over the limbs.

Jia Ai lowered her head, there was a faint silver light on the edge of the golden belt, it was the sky silk, and Feng Limo was sending her internal energy to her through the sky silk.

In an instant, her breathing became freer, and her whole body relaxed a lot.

The next moment, her body flexibly became active within this narrow circle of internal force. She always pays attention to quickness, ruthlessness and precision in combat. When she sees the opponent's weakness, she attacks without hesitation.

With Feng Limo's strong backing, she was fearless in the face of any internal force, and quickly blocked the internal force of the four before it could be used. Soon, with a handsome movement of her knife, Those four people had some wounds on their bodies.

Jia Ai's eyes turned cold, and suddenly he slapped Sect Master Sang on the forehead.

This action was unexpected by everyone, even he himself felt that this action was inexplicable.

Mrs. Sang, who was outside, scolded "Useless Jiangxi" softly, and left angrily.

Once those four fell down, the other four would be no problem. Once the fangs and knives came out and one of them was injured, the internal force they exerted was originally a two-phase check and balance to keep the other four inside, so One of them was injured, and the gas flowed wildly, and all four of them vomited blood.

The wind blows, and Duan Jiaai, who is dressed in red and fluttering in the wind, stands in the center, still so proud and arrogant.

(End of this chapter)