"Bastard, I'll kill you!!!" Seeing that the iron cavalry died under the Xingyu Halberd, Chu Yu's eyes were about to burst, and he flew into the sky. The black iron war spear erupted with terrifying fluctuations, and the void was everywhere it passed.

All shattered, circles of black energy pressed toward Xing Yu like sea water.

Below, everyone was shocked. They didn’t expect Chu Yu to be so terrifying after being furious. Just when everyone thought that Xing Yu, who was seriously injured, was going to die under Chu Yu’s hands, Kui Niu roared and sprayed out five balls in a row.

The purple earth flames blocked the furious Chu Yu.

As soon as the earth inflammation came out, it burned everything. Kui Niu released all the earth inflammation at once. The power was extremely terrifying. The hot earth inflammation spread quickly like a tide, forming a large sea of ​​​​fire. Within a thousand feet, the temperature increased.

It reached a terrifying level, and experts as powerful as the Saint, Yang Xuetian and the Holy Son were unwilling to get too close and hurriedly retreated, obviously aware of the terrifying nature of this purple sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, Chu Yu was trapped deep in the middle of the sea of ​​purple fire. The black tiger under his seat had already been burned to ashes by the purple fire. Even Chu Yu was in a panic at this moment. The purple gold armor on his body turned into molten iron, struggling in the purple fire.

In the fire, he wanted to fly out of the sea of ​​fire, but the sea of ​​fire seemed to have spirituality. Every time Chu Yu wanted to fly out, a fire dragon would form to force Chu Yu back.

"Such a strong flame!" The Holy Son knocked back Yang Xuetian with one palm. He looked back at Chu Yu who was trapped in the sea of ​​fire. He hesitated for a moment and did not come to rescue him. Instead, he fought Yang Xuetian until they were on the same level again.

"Brother...!"

"Brother...!"

In front of the army, the remaining cavalry rushed into the sky one after another. Even the four cavalry who were besieging Yan Xiaolong also turned around at the same time and flew close to the edge of the sea of ​​fire, hoping to rescue Chu Yushu.

"Brother Chu!!!" Jiang Mingyue was shocked. She didn't expect that Chu Yu would actually catch the Tao, so she took nine steps and appeared on the edge of the sea of ​​fire like a ray of light. She saw his arms spread wide, and behind him

A violent tornado rose up and rolled into the sea of ​​fire. However, this

The flame was so terrifying that it could not be dispersed by wind or extinguished by water. No matter how hard Jiang Mingyue and a few cavalry tried, they could not get close to the center of the purple flame. In desperation, they had no choice but to retreat, otherwise they would wait for the fire to come back.

Everyone will die along with it.

"Humph!" The saint snorted, looking away from the saint who was fighting Yang Xuetian, and turned to Chu Yu who was trapped in the sea of ​​fire. Behind the black gauze, a pair of bright eyes kept flashing. Finally, this person

They all thought that the extremely cold woman was like a fairy flying into the sea of ​​fire.

Everyone on the Demon Clan side was shocked! The Saint, who had always killed people without batting an eyelid, actually took the risk to save Chu Yu today. If this was reported back, I believe that no one in the Demon Clan would believe it. However, the fact is true

in this way.

Above the sea of ​​fire, the air was hot and crackling sounds continued. The saint's arms were slightly opened, one foot was flying in the air, and black petals were floating in the void. A strange fragrance gradually spread, and her slender body was like a flower that was not stained by the world.

The snow lotus is swaying there

In the rain of flowers, the delicate jade fingers are gently stroking, and the jade body is graceful, and the lustrous skin can be broken by blows. In the hot air, the black gauze covering the face has turned into fly ash, and the face is unparalleled.

, red lips and white teeth, like a fairy in the sky, bright and charming.

At this moment, both the demons and humans were shocked by the saint's peerless appearance. The demons were shocked by the saint's beauty; the humans were shocked by the saint's appearance. Standing here

Most of them had participated in the corpse attack more than ten years ago. The goddess Xiaoyu became famous with her sword, which impressed everyone deeply. However, this demon woman was exactly the same as Xiaoyu who disappeared more than ten years ago. How could this be possible?

Not surprising.

"She...the goddess...Xiaoyu!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"What!!! She is Xiaoyu, how could she be in the demon clan!!!"

"No wonder Li Tianluo deliberately gave in! It turns out she is Xiaoyu!"

“It’s not that there aren’t people who look the same in the world, it might just be a coincidence!”

Up and down the Tianyang City Tower, after seeing the appearance of the saint clearly, there was a lot of noise, everyone was talking about it, and everyone said anything.

"Senior Sister Xiaoyu!!!" Yan Xiaolong, who was in the sky and closest to the sea of ​​fire, was stunned and couldn't believe it. Now, he finally knew the reason why Li Tianluo would rather be hurt by this woman than fight back.

It turned out that Li Tianluo had already recognized the woman.

"Xiaoyu?" On Kui Niu's back, Xing Yu stared blankly at the charming woman above the sea of ​​fire, his expression a bit ugly.

"She... Shen... Shenjianmen Xiao... Xiaoyu!!!" Jiang Mingyue was shocked. He didn't expect that this saint who was famous for moving the demon clan was actually Xiaoyu who disappeared in Blackwater Lake. He couldn't believe that this was Xiaoyu who disappeared in Blackwater Lake.

real.

"Yu'er!!!" Yang Xuetian, who was fighting the Holy Son, suddenly froze on the spot. He looked back at the Saint in the sea of ​​fire, looking a little confused. However, the moment he turned back, the Holy Son's iron fist roared towards him.

It hit him hard on the chest! His whole body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.

"Brother Yang!!!" Seeing that Yang Xuetian was suddenly injured, Yan Xiaolong was shocked, and like lightning, he crossed over the Holy Son and caught Yang Xuetian.

"Brother Yang, how are you doing?" Yan Xiaolong asked worriedly.

"puff…"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. At this moment, Yang Xuetian's face was pale. Even though he was seriously injured, his eyes still did not leave the saint's beautiful jade face. As if he was lost, he murmured: "She is Yu'er, she is not dead."

…She’s not dead…!”

Yan Xiaolong sighed slightly, it was more than ten years ago that Yang Xuetian fell in love with Xiaoyu. What he didn't expect was that Yang Xuetian would be so dedicated in his love. More than ten years later, he still hasn't forgotten Xiaoyu.

Intentional, flowing water is ruthless. Although Yang Xuetian loves Xiaoyu deeply, Xiaoyu has no feelings for Yang Xuetian. Maybe he really agrees with that sentence! How can you know the bitterness of love when you are ruthless...

At this moment, Yan Xiaolong felt a little sympathy for Yang Xuetian. He fell in love with the wrong person at the right time. This life was destined to have no good ending. There was nothing wrong with him loving Xiaoyu! He had the right to love someone.

However, Xiaoyu doesn't love him! Xiaoyu loves Li Tianluo. Although Li Tianluo betrayed her and had another woman, she still loves Li Tianluo deeply...

The flowers were raining, and the purple fire was steaming. The saint didn't know that a pair of obsessed eyes were watching her at this moment. In the rain of flowers, her figure was like jade, and her flawless white lotus arms were dancing gently, resisting the turbulent waves.

Fierce purple flames.

"What a nice view!!!"

Farther away, a deep voice sounded, and the speaker was a young man. He was dressed in a snow-white furry coat, and he was extremely handsome. His long hair, like a waterfall, draped over his shoulders, and his handsome face was faintly flashing.

Divine brilliance, black eyes as deep as pools of water, and a hint of peace and calm between his brows. Everything looks natural and harmonious.

"Ye Liufeng, it is indeed you!" However, at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from behind the man.

Hearing this, the man's face froze, and then he smiled softly, as if he recognized the owner of the voice, and slowly turned around and said: "The Holy Son is really extraordinary, he can actually appear behind Ye Mou without anyone noticing.

, Ye Mou admires it!"

It turns out that this man is none other than Ye Liufeng, the only master among the younger generation of the demon clan who can compete with the Holy Son and the Saint. Back then, he was defeated by the Holy Son with only half a move, and then lived in seclusion.

In the deep mountains of the Mysterious Realm, few people are born, but now they have passed away

It has been more than ten years since the two met again, and they were still in love with each other. However, facing the Holy Son at this moment, Ye Liufeng's words were flowing, and his behavior was elegant, without any trace of the bad appearance of the tragic defeat. The aura exuding from his body was faintly...

There is a tendency to surpass the Son.

"Huh, what are you doing here!" the Holy Son snorted.

"The human race has jade, wine, delicacies, and many beauties. Naturally, I came here to have fun. Unexpectedly, I heard that my race was attacking Xiling on the way. Out of curiosity, I came here to take a look. Unexpectedly, I met the Holy Son and the Holy Girl.

What an honor!" Ye Liufeng chuckled, not caring about the Saint Son's unkind expression.

Seeing that Ye Liufeng didn't seem to be lying, the Holy Son snorted and ignored him, riding the wind alone to fly towards the army.

"Hey! I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I didn't expect that your cultivation level has not improved at all!!!" Looking at the retreating figure of the Holy Son, Ye Liufeng shook his head and glanced at the man in the purple fire with his deep eyes.

Chu Yu sighed: "Let's go

Wait, by the time the saint saves you, I'm afraid you'll have turned into ashes!" After saying this, I saw his figure flashing, and in just the blink of an eye, he appeared in the middle of the purple fire. At first glance, his speed was faster than that of Li Tian

The nine steps of Luo Shen Xing are still a few minutes faster.

Ye Liufeng was like a ghost, avoiding the eyes of most people, but only the Holy Son and the Holy Girl. At this moment, the Holy Son stood there blankly, a little unbelievable. Just now, he clearly felt

A gust of breeze blew by, and then Ye Liufeng's figure appeared in the sea of ​​fire.

In the rain of flowers, the saint was also surprised by the appearance of Ye Liufeng. She did not expect that Ye Liufeng would appear at the critical moment and be so comfortable in the purple fire. She also did not expect that Ye Liufeng would not see her for a few years.

The reason has actually risen to an incredible level, far beyond the comparison of the current Holy Son! After a brief thought, the Holy Girl withdrew. She knew that it would not be too difficult for Ye Liufeng to rescue Chu Yu!

In the center of the sea of ​​​​fire, Chu Yu was in ragged clothes, with his hair flying wildly. He kept dodging the dense flames around him. He looked extremely embarrassed. Just when he was about to run out of strength, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a strange person appeared.

Another familiar voice came into his ears: "Brother Chu, don't panic, you won't die as long as I'm here!"
Chapter completed!