Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

Feng Qianyu admitted that Xuanyuan Yeli should be the most terrifying opponent he has ever encountered in his life.

However, he will not back down. In his dictionary, there is never the word retreat!

He naturally knew that no matter whether he wins or loses, Long Fuyue will not change his mind.

But he also has the pride of his man, and this duel is inevitable.

He was also looking forward to this duel. [

He would like to see, which one is more powerful, martial arts or techniques!

He stood on the top of the tree, with his eyes slightly closed, sensing the breath around him.

It was as if he could hear a very light, very light wind in the air.

It was as if in the night sky, some bird landed with fluttering wings, stirring up frost all over the sky.

There are masters...

The spiritual power and murderous aura surging from behind suddenly made Feng Qianyu's body and mind freeze like ethereal.

He stood still, but didn't look back.

Because the pressure coming from behind is so great, I am afraid that all the killing intent will be triggered when he looks back.

There was no sound.

There is a cold and sharp light in Feng Qianyu's eyes, and she can judge the opponent's position by the intensity of the murderous intent!

Slowly exerting force with his fingers, he adjusted the Hengshuang Sword to the most suitable position in the palm of his hand.

The visitor obviously also knew the murderous aura suddenly gathered on his body, so he stopped in his steps and couldn't even hear his breathing.

Feng Qianyu sneered: "So the high priest of the dignified Nuwa clan wants to imitate that villain and attack from behind?"

Behind Xuanyuan Yeli suddenly laughed: "Sure enough, you are alert enough."

He hasn't said a word yet.

Feng Qianyu's Hengshuang sword slammed, bringing out a haze of emptiness and slashing towards him.

Xuanyuan Yeli exerted force on his toes, and instantly floated three feet away like a ghost.

At the same time, he pointed out his hand, and grabbed it in the air extremely quickly.

As if the air suddenly condensed, a jade flute appeared in the priest's hand in an instant, blocking the sword's edge. [

The two people's figures were staggered, and their shots were swift.

With a "chi", the Hengshuang sword sliced ​​through Xuanyuan Yeli's belt.

However, Xuanyuan Yeli didn't dodge at all, and when he swiped his finger out, there was a faint blue arc in the air, cutting towards Feng Qianyu's neck.