The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 233
I saw that the white dragon's giant claw picked Wen Ku up, but there was no murderous look in his eyes.

On the contrary, he lifted the person above his head, loosened his claws lightly, but the strength was very gentle.

Holding the Moon Slashing Blade in his hand, Wen Ku stood firmly on top of Bailong's head.

Most of her body was blown away by the wind and snow, her long hair fell down, and the 'young man' had deep brows and eyes. She looked down at Bailong, standing on top of her head, she could see the wound on Bailong's face more clearly.

It was only now that it was clear that there were cold iron fragments embedded in the scar.

then……

One of her hands rested on the white dragon's horn, and there were so many things she wanted to say to her in an instant, but at this moment she couldn't utter a word.

"What do you mean? That Longan is blind, so you want to choose him as the leader?!" Seeing this, Fuzheng and the others couldn't stand still. They were waiting for Bailong to tear this little beast into pieces.

How could it be this scene again in the blink of an eye?

Holding the halberd in his hand, Fuqiu was covered in blood, and with the wind blowing under his feet, he came straight to the void.

Regardless of his reasons, this dragon is none other than him. This dragon has not yet given birth to the contract mark, that is, it has not been contracted.

All the beasts blocking the way should be eliminated.

In a short time, he had already flew up, almost in front of the dragon head in an instant.

Fu Yu and Yan Yan just rushed over at this moment, and Fu Yu almost exploded in this scene.

"How can my sister-in-law be Fuqiu's opponent!" She immediately sacrificed her weapon, a string of wind chimes, each of which was filled with divine power, and when they flew out, they split the wind and snow until Going towards Fuqiu's back.

Yan Yan didn't stop her, he had already entered a complete battle preparation stance.

"Fuyu, what are you doing? Are you doing these sneak attacks from behind?!" Fuzheng stood up immediately, holding a vajra umbrella in his hand, and blocked all of Fuyu's wind chimes, "So much love to play tricks, This king will be your opponent!"

Fuyu frowned, continued to control her wind chimes, and shouted at Fuzheng, "You'd better get out of here! My sister-in-law... If Huanxi is damaged at all, you and Fuqiu are dead!"

Fuzheng sneered, holding the vajra umbrella, the corners of his lips were full of sarcasm, "At the bottom of Qianjing Lake, life and death are irrelevant, the strong are respected, so what are you?"

"Whoever dares to block my second brother's way will die without a place to bury him!"

As soon as the words fell, he turned the vajra umbrella in his hand, and was about to use his divine power to bounce all of Fuyu's wind chimes back.

"Roar!" At this moment, a dragon's chant was heard coming from behind, and a blizzard suddenly set off.

The vajra umbrella in his hand was half-opened, and he was blown away by the strong wind. He couldn't stand still at all, and his whole body was blown away like a fallen leaf.

When the person flew out, he sprayed a big mouthful of blood, drawing a gorgeous parabola in the air.

Fu Yu looked at the parabola, and couldn't help saying, "Oh, I'll go, awesome!"

Yan Yan, "..."

He moved extremely fast, he pulled Fuyu back a few feet, and formed a barrier around the two of them, forcibly blocking the sound of the dragon's chant.

After arriving at a relatively safe place, the two looked in Bailong's direction again.

On the top of Bailong's head, Wen Ku was holding a moon-slashing blade, already fighting with Fuqiu.

In a short time, the two had fought back and forth several times.

The sword light and the shadow of the sword, the moon blades flying in all directions, and Fuqiu's war halberd sparkled brilliantly.

The young man in red was extremely calm, even facing the second highness of the temple, he did not retreat in the slightest.

"She...how is she so powerful?" Fu Yu was also dumbfounded, and even once suspected that the 'boy' on the dragon's head was not her sister-in-law at all.

Her sister-in-law is also a mortal... Under such circumstances, she was able to fight Fuqiu to the point of equal... This was really beyond her expectations.

Even if she, Fuyu, played in person, she was not Fuqiu's opponent.

Yan Yan stood aside, and his eyes never moved away from Wen Ru's body.

I saw black and white rays of light intertwined on the body of the 'boy', and every swing of the moon-slashing blade in his hand was the interweaving of the silver moon and the black moon.

It was so radiant that it almost blinded people in the blizzard.

And the huge white dragon was not idle, its thick dragon tail swept across, almost smashing most of the void.

Fuqiu was holding the halberd, and the armor on his shoulders was cracked again, and faint blood seeped out from the crack.

The wind and snow swept across Fuqiu's body, as if to freeze him into an ice sculpture.

Fuqiu immediately flew back several meters, and he didn't move rashly anymore.

He just looked at Wen Ku a few more times, only to see that the young man's long hair was slightly messed up, his arm was also injured, and he saw blood.

However, his face remained unchanged, and there was not even the slightest fear in those black eyes.

The power of this little beast really far exceeded his expectations. From the beginning of their battle, he felt the evil spirit of this little beast.

In addition to divine power, there is also evil spirit surrounding.

Over the years, he has seen many evil cultivators, but he has never seen an evil cultivator who can also cultivate the power of God at the same time.

He covered his shoulders a little, and his eyes were also very serious.

If there was only this little beast alone, Fuqiu felt that it would not be difficult for him to take his life, but for some reason, the white dragon also stood beside the little beast, fighting against him.

With one person and one dragon teaming up, even Fuqiu couldn't stand it.

This was a scene he hadn't expected at all.

He frowned, staring at Wen Ku with fluttering long hair, and finally asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Looking at the young man in red in the wind and snow, he inexplicably remembered the portrait he had seen in Sifang Concubine's Palace before, probably because this chaotic world is too cold, so cold that people are almost hallucinating.

For a moment, the appearance of the little beast seemed to be superimposed with the girl in red in the painting.

Standing on a high place, Wen Ku didn't care about the wounds on her body at all. From the moment she exposed the evil spirit on her body, she never thought about leaving Fuqiu alive.

The snowflakes on her eyelashes fell a little, and the cold voice floated down, "I want you to die."

Fuqiu froze for a moment, then sneered again, "Just because you want to take this king's life?"

It was a premeditated plan to come to Fu Yuan to keep such a person by his side.

I didn't dare to fight him to the death with dignity, but cultivated such a 'killer', just looking for the right opportunity to take his life.

Fu Yuan... also thought things too simply!

Fuqiu straightened his back, the blood on his shoulders had already solidified, he clenched his halberd again, fully unleashed his divine power, we will talk about the matter of the white dragon later, now...he wants this arrogant little bastard to pay the price, Let him regret for life.

Wen Ku only glanced at him, moved his feet, and flew up.

(End of this chapter)