Hua Qingying sat on Xiaobao's back and flew out. From a distance, she saw Le Mo Zhuochen and a group of them trembling.
Two fists are no match for four hands. Mo Zhuochen is a peerless genius, but he is only one person.
What's more, his cultivation level is comparable to Chang Xiyuan's.
At this time, Chang Xiyuan and four or five others were surrounding her at the same time.
Xiaobao looked up to the sky and roared, then dived down again.
Hua Manxue was standing, watching Mo Zhuochen being besieged. No matter how she looked at it, such a stunning young man was about to die here, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
But in the blink of an eye, I thought that he was with Hua Qingying, and the disgust in my heart suddenly arose again.
Why
Now that she has become like this, although many people still compliment her very much, she can see that those people look down on her.
They all looked down upon her.
This made Hua Manxue very uncomfortable.
But these are nothing. Afterwards... this entire continent will be hers. By then, no one will dare to show any strange expression in front of her.
She has the final say in everything.
Thinking of this, the pity in Hua Manxue's heart also restrained slightly.
She took two steps back, and her expression became ferocious.
At this time, a loud noise was heard, and then bursts of strong wind swept over.
The people who were fighting on the ground were staggered by the strong wind.
They all looked towards the sky and saw a giant dragon flying down from the sky.
There seems to be a person sitting on that giant dragon...
"Hua Qingguo..."
Hua Manxue gritted her teeth and cursed. She held a spell in her hand and was about to throw it at Hua Qingqing who was sitting on Xiaobao.
But before she could throw it out, she was hit by a lightning ball in Xiaobao's mouth, and she fell heavily to the ground.
"Xue'er—"
The men who were attacking Mo Zhuochen all screamed one after another.
Hua Manxue was lying on the ground dying, half of her body was scorched black, and she looked miserable.
Yu Xin, Qian Shanyue and Chang Xiyuan all rushed to Hua Manxue.
Tang Gu was the only one beside Mo Zhuochen.
Originally, it might have been difficult for Mo Zhuochen to deal with so many people, but Tang Gu was the only one, so it was very easy to get it.
The long sword in his hand struck Tang Gu's arm. Tang Gu was looking at Hua Manxue at this moment. He really felt that this woman was such a beauty. All three men ran away and ran to her side. went.
Just for a moment's distraction, his arm was cut off by Mo Zhuochen.
Mo Zhuochen has ice spirit roots. After his arm was chopped off, half of his body was frozen.
"Come up!"
Hua Qingqing reached out and patted Xiaobao's back gently, and Xiaobao flew down.
With his body slightly lowered, Hua Qingyao stretched out his hand.
Mo Zhuochen was immediately pulled up.
Mo Zhuochen sat behind Hua Qingyao, and Xiaobao flew into the air again.
The two of them looked at them condescendingly.
Tang Gu had already noticed that something was wrong, and he quickly ran to the side without caring that he only had one arm.
Chang Xiyuan and the three of them were still surrounded by the withered flowers and the snow.
(End of chapter)