Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

Life was in his hands, Feng Xiliang had no choice but to raise his hand.
These archers retreated immediately, and the guards around them just formed a circle.

"Let them go."

The four words sounded again, coldly, sounding very indifferent.

Luo Liuling held the silver thread tightly in Luo Liuling's hand, and continued to lick it, making Feng Xiliang's neck slowly bleed. [

With Luo Liuling's move, the guards surrounding Chu Yun and the others slowly retreated.

A gap was quickly made, and Chu Yun immediately walked back without hesitation.

Aofeng looked at Luo Liuling and wanted to come forward, but he understood Luo Liuling's temperament.

Feng Heye glanced at Luo Liuling, then at Lie on the ground, and immediately backed away.

Soon, several figures leaped to the roof of the palace and disappeared under the night.

"Haha, you are alone here, can you escape?"

Even though Luo Liuling's life was in Luo Liuling's hands, Feng Xiliang's figure was still so arrogant.

"court death."

Luo Liuling pulled his hand, and the silver thread kept tightening in his hand, but Luo Liuling did not expect that Feng Xiliang's internal strength was really domineering.

After he looked up to the sky and laughed, he looked straight at Luo Liuling with cold eyes: "Do you think that this silver thread can kill me? You really underestimated me."

After saying those words, Feng Xiliang's body quickly moved towards Luo Liuling. When he moved, Luo Liuling had no choice but to withdraw his silver thread, and his figure swayed to the right.

Avoiding Feng Xiliang's palm, and looked at him coldly.

After seven years, she was still so insolent. , the same, is also so arrogant.

"Let me see who you really are."

He claimed to be the king, so now he is no longer a wandering prince, but returned to his own country and became a king. It seems that he has continuously deepened his power in the past seven years.

Feng Xiliang's right hand is the palm of the sky, and the sky is covered with his palm shadow. Faced with this extraordinary blow, time and space seem to stand still for a moment.

Unavoidable, Luo Liuling exploded with unprecedented potential under the heavy pressure, a feeling of comfort that he had never felt before spread throughout his body instantly, and he opened his eyes suddenly.The murderous look in the eyes is bold, kill!kill!kill!

"Boom!" On the square, two rapidly moving fuzzy afterimages condensed out at the same moment, swung the long sword, and collided with Feng Xiliang's palm with turbulent internal force.Immediately, the slate on the ground was lifted by the violent energy, hitting the guards in the distance, and a stream of blood mist emerged.