Phoenix on Fire: Allure of the City

Song Ziyuan tossed his clothes and rushed forward.

As his figure swayed, the temperature in the entire hall dropped rapidly. It was already the twelfth lunar month, but it became even colder, as if frozen in a thousand-year-old ice, and Nalan Yuchen's eyebrows were already stained with hoarfrost. , Nalan Qinghao and the others trembled even more.

Nalan Qingcheng looked at Nalan Qingruo and Song Ziyuan who were coming towards her, she sneered.

With a snap of both hands, Yanlei rushed towards the two of them with raging fire like an erupting volcano.

Nalan Qingruo formed a seal with his hands, and a black circle of countless black air rushed towards him, while Song Ziyuan took out an iron fan and flew countless silver needles to automatically form a syringe to face Nalan Qingcheng's flame thunder. [

The lethality of Yanlei is very powerful, and blood will be seen when Yanlei comes out.

Even though Song Ziyuan and the two were resisted by the iron fan and the black circle, they were still forced to take a few steps back. Nalan Qingcheng took this opportunity to swipe with one hand, and a green vine came out from her palm, and the green vine quickly fixed it in mid-air. Nalan Yuchen and others rolled around Nalan Qingcheng.

She bit her finger, and the bright red blood flowed out. Time was running out. She fed her own blood into the mouths of several people. At first, Nalan Qingli refused to drink her blood. With a sound, a slap was slapped on her face. Nalan Qingli was about to explode when she suddenly saw Song Ziyuan and Song Ziyuan behind Nalan Qingcheng attacking Nalan Qingcheng. Qingcheng's fingers could move after they drank Nalan Qingcheng's blood.

Nalan Qingcheng didn't care about them so much. She transformed into a red crossbow again, and shot the arrow behind her without even looking at it. Give Nalan Qingcheng time.

She turned around and faced Song Ziyuan and the two of them.

Song Ziyuan's face was stern. If he read correctly, the green vine just now was the recovery of the main vitality. Could it be that Nalan Qingcheng really practiced Mahayana?But, how is it possible, shouldn't she be physically exhausted?

Seeing this situation, Nalan Yuchen and others, who had regained their freedom, rushed forward and stood beside Nalan Qingcheng, and even Zhang San also ran in. Only Nalan Qingli stood there at a loss, she couldn't Know whether to shoot or not to shoot.

Song Ziyuan looked at the group of people around Nalan Qingcheng, and he sneered.

"With just you guys, can you still compete with this emperor? It's simply courting death."

Speaking of throwing the iron fan at the crowd, the iron fan actually flew towards the crowd.

The people led by Nalan Qingcheng jumped into the air to avoid the iron fan. If they were accidentally touched by the iron fan, they would either die or be injured.

The iron fan returned to Song Ziyuan's hand, and countless silver needles were fired at the crowd again, and there was nowhere to hide.

Nalan Qingcheng's face turned cold, and he made seals with his hands. In an instant, everyone disappeared in place. The silver needle shot through all the wooden doors and windows, which shows how lethal it is.

Song Ziyuan was furious, and when he saw clearly again, Nalan Qingcheng and the others were already standing outside the door.

Holding the black ball in hand, Nalan Qing charged forward.Nalan Qingcheng was about to make a move but was stopped by Nalan Yuchen.

"This traitor, I will deal with him."

Nalan Qingcheng stopped him.

"You are not his opponent."

After finishing speaking, Nalan Qingcheng flew up, and at the same time, countless vines stretched out from her body and surrounded Nalan Qingruo who was coming from the front. [

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