Although Feng Yuelu is a spiritual person, she has been protected by her family since she was a child and has never really seen any big scenes.
The murderous look on Feng Xingying's face was the condensed killing temperament in his bones. How could little Feng Yuelu be able to resist it
The more frightened Feng Yuelu was, the more nervous she became. The more nervous she was, the more useless she became, unable to even condense some spiritual power.
Or perhaps, she was simply frightened by Feng Xingying's murderous intent, and only had fear in her heart, forgetting to use her spiritual power to resist.
In short, to outsiders, Feng Xingying looks like a powerful queen, and the flames in her hands are like living creatures.
Feng Yuelu, on the other hand, was completely stunned. She looked at Feng Xingying with fearful and dull eyes, and allowed Feng Xingying to throw the fireball in his hand at her.
Feng Yuelu couldn't muster the fighting spirit to resist at all, so she could only cry for help in a panic and embarrassment: "Help! I don't want to die! Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to do it again.
Brother Jue~~~Help me~~”
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"Bang!"
If the flame in Feng Xingying's hand had substance, it would wrap up Feng Yuelu.
However, Feng Yuelu was not burned to death.
At the critical moment, Ji Jue threw her behind him and stretched out his hand to open a water curtain to block Feng Xingying's flames.
Feng Xingying's face turned pale instantly.
She is only a sixth-level spirit person, and her strength is far inferior to that of the powerful Ji Jue.
No matter how powerful her flame power is, she will eventually be unable to defeat Ji Jue.
Fortunately, Ji Jue's water curtain was only for defense and did not intend to counterattack.
Qin Molin was right behind Feng Xingying, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed with a dangerous and cunning look, and his hand gently placed on Feng Xingying's back.
Feng Xingying felt that the spiritual power in his body was surging, like a pot exploding. He did not dare to neglect and immediately increased the firepower.
What was originally a slender rocket now continues to grow, like a lifelike firebird, growing bigger and bigger, and it actually feels like it is breaking through the sky.
Ji Jue's originally fair complexion became paler now.
With Qin Molin's help, Feng Xingying's flames were so powerful that they had the potential to set off a prairie fire. The rest of the Feilong Adventure Group and Feng Yuelu could only keep retreating, leaving the venue completely to the three of them.
"Ha, I didn't expect that my dignified young master Jue would be forced to do this by a little girl." Ji Jue smiled charmingly, like a hundred flowers blooming.
His face is so beautiful, and his movements are full of pleasing beauty. He is dressed in voluptuous red clothes and is indescribably enchanting.
Feng Yuelu looked at Ji Jue who was fighting for her from a distance, her eyes full of fascination.
Feng Xingying's firepower is powerful, but is Ji Jue the kind of mediocre person who only knows how to use spiritual power
With him as the center, there were water balls that could be grasped in one hand all over the sky.
These water balls seemed to have eyes, rushing towards Feng Xingying from all directions.
Feng Xingying could only stop and use the techniques recorded in "Xihuang Jue" to spread the flames into a net to cover himself.
Qin Molin
That monster obviously doesn't need her to worry about!
Seeing Feng Xingying's fire control method, Ji Jue was obviously stunned for a moment, and then suddenly stopped, showing a helpless smile.
This battle ended quickly as it started.
It ended with Ji Jue stopping, but Feng Xingying did not press any further.
Ji Jue's strength made her more aware of her own shortcomings.
Although she has many advantages in ancient martial arts, her physical fitness is not enough.
Her skills may be useful against spiritual masters, but against a true master like Ji Jue, she can only rely on powerful spiritual power!
She needs strength very much.
Feng Xingying's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"Brother Jue, why don't you kill her?" Feng Yuelu still didn't give up, pulling Ji Jue's arm and saying coquettishly:
"Brother Jue, you promised me."
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