The group pet daughter, she has good luck

Chapter 1617 Dealing with the Demon King ([-])

The dragon transformed into a shape, wanting to stand in front of the master and take this blow for him.

However, someone moved it first.

"Shua." Wen Renshu suddenly appeared in front of Qi Jiuming, and the Killing Kong Sword transformed into hundreds of swords in front of her, pointing at Wan Futian with sharp sword aura.

Sword energy and magic energy meet in the air and compete.

Qi Jiuming looked at the little girl standing in front of him, his always stern face softened, and then a smile appeared.

Qi Jiuming felt as if he had returned to the old maple tree that year.

At that time, that little man also protected him behind him, and taught those who bullied him for him.

Qi Jiuming's heart was filled, and the pain in his internal organs had long since disappeared, replaced by a warm feeling from his heart.

The two forces competed in mid-air for a while, and finally exploded on the spot, neither side got any benefit.

Wan Futian came to Wen Renshu silently like a ghost, waved his long nails, and greeted Wen Renshu's face.

During the fight, a wisp of devilish energy as thin as a silk thread was mixed in the aftermath of the explosion, and drifted towards Wen Renshu.

Even though Wan Futian was fighting against Wen Renshu, its mind was always paying attention to that wisp of devilish energy.

As long as that wisp of devilish energy gets into Wen Renshu's nose or ears, Wen Renshu will become its puppet.

Just now, Wan Futian suddenly had an idea in his mind that he wanted to turn Wen Renshu into a puppet of the demon clan.

This should make her more uncomfortable than killing her directly.

Letting the daughter of the way of heaven become his own puppet and let him control it is a trample on the human race and the way of heaven. Thinking that their demons may not only overpower the entire continent, but may also trample the way of heaven under their feet, everything will be overwhelmed Tian's eyes became redder and redder.

Seeing that ray of devilish energy getting closer and closer to Wen Renshu, Wan Futian's eyes became more and more eager.

However, the eagerness in its eyes soon froze.

A slender and powerful plain hand stretched out from Wen Renshu's shoulder, and grabbed the wisp of devilish energy.

Wan Futian looked at the owner of that hand.

It was Qi Jiuming, who thought he had been seriously injured, but when Wen Renshu appeared, it left Qi Jiuming behind.

Wan Futian squinted his eyes, but Qi Jiuming was able to grasp the power of the Demon King with his bare hands. It seemed that he was hiding his strength.

It's not that Wen Renshu didn't feel the devilish energy approaching her, ready to invade her ears.

But she gave this demonic energy to Qi Jiuming.

The two of them didn't have any words or even eye contact, but Wen Renshu dared to entrust his safety to Qi Jiuming, and Qi Jiuming did not live up to his sympathy with her and her trust.

The devilish energy held in Qi Jiuming's hands kept struggling to break free, but Qi Jiuming's palm, which seemed not to be tightly held, held it tightly like a soldering iron, no matter how hard it struggled , couldn't break free.

A ray of light flashed across Qi Jiuming's palm, and the light dissipated, and the devilish energy in his hand also disappeared.

Wan Futian, who was fighting with Wen Renshu, saw this scene, and suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.

The power in Qi Jiuming's palm has a divine breath.

They demons are Fallen Angels, beings abandoned by the gods, and the suppression of them by the gods has been engraved in their blood.

Now that it feels the power of the true god, it feels a little fearful for no reason.

(End of this chapter)