Can't you give me a happy one
If he rushes over and takes action, Feng Xingying will definitely disappear again.
But if he didn't take action, would he have been beaten by that rabbit in vain
Feng Xingying was there, but he couldn't make a move. This is the most depressing thing about Yu Wen Ximing's spiritual fight.
"Do you want to admit defeat?" Feng Xingying suddenly said: "As a friendly diplomatic relationship, I will give you a chance to admit defeat."
"Don't enter the space if you have the ability!" Yu Wenxi said harshly.
In fact, by saying this, he has already lost.
After all, everyone shows off their magical powers on the spirit fighting stage. If you have a higher level of cultivation, you are better than others, and if others have spiritual treasures, others are better than you. Not convinced? If you're not convinced, go ahead and do it.
Equipment is also part of strength.
But Feng Xingying still nodded: "As long as you swear not to admit defeat, I will not enter the space."
"good!"
Just as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Xingying move.
I have long heard that Feng Xingying is good at martial arts and has beautiful body movements.
Unexpectedly, he was really lucky enough to see it today, and couldn't help but sigh - it's more beautiful than the most beautiful dance!
It's a pity that such beautiful movements are not meant to be appreciated.
Feng Xingying was already in front of him and kicked him to the ground.
Bang, that crisp sound was the sound of Yu Wen Ximing’s leg being broken.
Yu Wen Ximing was confused, how did Feng Xingying break through his spiritual shield
When he wanted to gather his spiritual power, he discovered a terrible thing. His spiritual power disappeared!
I have never encountered such a terrible thing in my life.
The basis for the survival of spiritual beings is spiritual power.
If he loses his spiritual power, what is the difference between him and ordinary people
The lack of spiritual power made Yuwen Ximing feel unprecedented despair and panic.
At the same time, Xigua suddenly burst out a mouthful of flames, knocking the poor little black panther out of the spirit fighting platform.
"Hmph, who said that we turtles are only good at defense? I am the master's spiritual beast." The turtle looked arrogant, shrank back to the size of an ordinary native dog, and lay down at Feng Xingying's feet: "Master, fuck me."
Please stop the ambiguity!
Feng Xingying really wanted to beat this red-skinned turtle.
But still, I obediently landed on Watermelon’s back.
A mount is just for sitting on.
Only then did Yu Wen Ximing sadly realize that Feng Xingying had been showing mercy to him! No, it's intentional.
With Feng Xingying's own strong strength and this terrifying spirit turtle, she could obviously make a splash, but she chose to grind him to death.
"By the way, when you started, your eyes told me that you wanted to make me beg for mercy. Really?" Feng Xingying was in a good mood, sitting on the turtle's back and walking around.
Yu Wen Ximing looked embarrassed and half-knelt on the ground. Refuses to speak.
He also wanted to stand, but his leg bones were broken.
"Sesame, don't you want to teach him a lesson? It's all your fault that he became like this. Now is the harvest season."
"Oh yeah~!~~" Zhima cheered, jumping up and down to beat Yuwen Ximing.
Zhima's hands and feet are not heavy, so he can't hit anyone to death. It hurts a little, but not very much.
But, what a shame!
Such humiliation made Yu Wenximing have the urge to commit suicide.
His fourth brother couldn't stand it anymore and shouted in the audience: "Is this how your Dali Kingdom treats its allies? Feng Xingying, please stop, or I will start a war against Dali Kingdom when I go back."
Feng Xingying's eyes darkened.
He reached out and tapped Yuwen Ximing a few times.
"Okay, Sesame is tired too. You can go down." Feng Xingying waved his hand.
Yu Wen Ximing stared at Feng Xingying, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the spirit fighting platform.