The Queen of Phoenix is ​​demonic

Chapter 199
Nihuang was secretly surprised that Nangong Moyu was so powerful, she knew that her remaining profound strength was not enough, if she couldn't hit it with one blow, the consequences would be disastrous.

Suddenly, he bit his lip, and sprayed the blood foam at the Phoenix Sword.

The Phoenix Sword instantly glowed with golden light, like a golden phoenix spreading its wings, and the golden nine tails swung thousands of flying ice arrows away.

However, Nihuang stabbed straight at Nangong Moyu's throat with his sword.

Nangong Moyu thought it was wrong, turned around hastily, and jumped onto the furnace cover, but the strong coercion still forced him to suffer internal injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His eyes paused, and he fixedly looked at the Nine-tailed Golden Phoenix.

Between the sword energy of the Phoenix Sword, there is a familiar bloody air.

He suddenly thought of something, and his eyes locked on the girl standing still in front of him.

Could it be that she is not just as simple as the legacy of Gu Yi Kingdom!
Nihuang curled her lips into a smile, "Why, do you want to run if you can't beat it?"

Nangong Moyu wiped off the remaining blood on her lips, and there was a cold smile on her thin lips: "Nine-tailed golden phoenix? You are actually Yan Nihuang!"

Nihuang raised her eyebrows, how did he recognize herself?

500 years ago, even Yang Chenxuan had never seen her real face, and Nangong Moyu had no reason to know that Yan Nihuang was the real body of Jinfeng.

The golden phoenix divine skill was comprehended at the moment when she was fighting against the Demon Emperor, and only at that moment did she use her ultimate skill.

She was very puzzled, but she couldn't wait any longer, she had a deep feeling that the person in front of her had unpredictable strength and was too extraordinary!
With a wave of the Phoenix Sword, with Fengming, the strong wind swept Nangong Moyu straight.

Yang Chenxuan pinched his rice bucket, turned around, his face was swept by a gust of icy cold air, he was terrified, and immediately jumped a foot away.

However, when he stood up, he found that his hands were empty.

In front of him stood a black and hazy figure, holding a rice bucket in his hands, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel a pair of cold eyes piercing like sharp swords.

However, in an instant, the black shadow had turned into a gust of residual wind, rushing towards the two people who were fighting until nothing but whirlpools remained.

Yang Chenxuan was stunned for a moment, it was a very familiar aura!

But who is it?

Why is his figure looming and invisible?
Nihuang's sword wind was approaching, but Nangong Moyu didn't dodge it, instead, he straightened his chest to meet the sword point. The moment the sword point pierced his chest and splashed blood, the furnace under his feet suddenly exploded .

Boom, a loud bang.

The mysterious fire danced all over the sky, and immediately, the two were buried by a piece of mysterious fire, and both of them fell into the furnace.

The scorching feeling spread around Nihuang, but she couldn't see anything, only felt the blue raging fire all around.

Suddenly, a face with a gilt mask appeared in front of him, only revealing a pair of dark eyes, and the thin lips moved lightly.

A faint voice penetrated into my mind, "Yan Nihuang, what you owe me will eventually be repaid..."

"Who are you!" Nihuang struggled to mobilize her whole body's spiritual power to resist the scorching heat.

Ling Ao's heart sank, and he turned into a black mist and dived into the sea of ​​flames. He was instantly separated between Nihuang and Nangong Moyu, grabbed Nihuang's waist, and threw it out with all his strength.

"God Emperor!" The eyes under the gilded mask were darker, reflecting the bewitching light and shadow of the blue mysterious fire.

"You don't want to hurt her!" Ling Ao snorted coldly.

"Just because you have a wisp of soul now! Hahahahaha..." Nangong Moyu burst into laughter.

Nihuang, who was thrown out of the profound fire, was in a hurry, and hurriedly swung his sword and rushed back.

However, in front of him, the cauldron leaped into the void, exploded, formed a huge fireball and flew into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

　Yaoyao is too tired to go to Wuxi. She stays up until four or five o'clock in the morning every day. She has some minor health problems. Today, she will have a change first, and there will be more changes during the holidays.

　　I wish babies a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)