Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

The ink is flying, and the water-blue dress is also flying with the strong airflow in the air.

The spiritual ball gathered by the spiritual power, the longer it grows...

Yan Qing stood opposite, his hands raised, and a white light shot from her palm.

At the moment, there is only one word in her heart to describe it.

That is... shocked! !

She knows that the strength of Fengchu song will not be too low, but she never thought about it. She has already reached the position of the Great Lingzong! !

At this moment, the Fengchu song sent out all her strengths, and Yan Qingqing clearly noticed the strength of Fengchu song.

The bottom of the plaque was dyed with a crazy bonfire.

Yan Qing was not willing to be defeated by a civilian.

With the increase of the spirit ball of Feng Chuge, Yan Qing actually noticed the pressure of pressure from the bursts.

She widened her eyes in horror.

"how is this possible……?"

It is clearly a big Ling dynasty. How could her momentum win over her? !

Not waiting for her to think about it, a more powerful momentum came.

"Oh!!" Only that moment, the aura of her exhalation was all broken.

Yan Qing’s whole person has also stepped back two steps.

Feng Chuge put away the spiritual power, and looked coldly at Yan Qing.

"Do you want to kill me? But... you seem to kill me..." She licked her lips and sneered at her lips.

She is a refining pharmacist.

What the refining pharmacists and spells rely on is spiritual.

The stronger the mental strength, the more powerful people, the higher the combat index.

This is why it is clear that she and Yan Qing's strength is equivalent, but ultimately won the Yan Qing's sake.

Yan Qing retreats not far away, and Loudi is deeply afraid.

how is this possible?

How could she be defeated by a class of seven people! !

She Yan Qing, from childhood to genius...

Can't be defeated! !

Looking up, facing the eye of the Fengchu song mocking.

Yan Qing’s hole was stained with anger.

Suddenly, she stood up. One hand did not know when it was a few more silver needles, and the other hand gave out a light ball.

The light ball hits the Fengchu song, and the Fengchu song leaps and spins, another aura, and the light ball hits.

Just then, a different voice was introduced into her ear.

That is the sound of tiny objects penetrating the air.

Thin lips and cold hooks, Feng Chu songs flashed a few taunts.

Is this Yan Qing really so unscrupulous to deal with her?

Just as the silver needle was about to meet the Fengchu song, Feng Chuge once again rose up...

The strong radiance of the whole body shone, and under the strong spiritual power of Feng Chuge, the silver needle was fixed in the air.

These are a few very fine silver needles, which are even more numerous than the embroidery needles.

If you don't look at it carefully, you will not notice their existence.

Feng Chuge reached out and took the silver needle that had been fixed in the air.

"How? Yan Qing, sister, is this a gift to be given to me?"

Yan Qing’s pupils are getting bigger and bigger.

She looked at the Fengchu song, and couldn’t help but resent her eyes and surprise.

Who is she?

How can you be so young when you are so young?

Yan Qing’s pupils are getting bigger and bigger, and the whole person is a bit stunned.

At this time, Feng Chu songs are cold. "It’s too grand to see this, or you can accept it yourself!!"

Yan Qing 愣 God, her momentum on this side suddenly weakened.

Feng Chuge raised his hand, and the silver needles went straight to the direction of Yan Qing...