Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 1327 Be My Slave (3)
"Sad flowers, blossoming!"

Nangong Qinshuang wiped the blood stains from the corner of her mouth and muttered softly, the white bead flower reappeared, enlarged in an instant, and turned into 36 flowers, each flower circulated with terrifying power fluctuations, and 36 sad flowers formed a circle , like a garland, spinning at top speed to meet Feng Li's big hand.
"Chong!"

The metal vibrato was extremely ear-piercing, this blow seemed to hit the god iron, Feng Li felt a powerful force coming, the big golden hand was immediately shaken back, and the whole palm collapsed several times, golden blood spilled , Shocked him, and at the same time shocked everyone watching the battle at the back. Nangong Qinshuang actually cracked Wu Ti's palm, which really made them a little unbelievable.

At the same time, the wreath of sadness flew towards him, separated in the sky above Feng Li, surrounded him, and shot out 36 divine lights to lock him, trying to strangle him.

Having seen the power of the Sad Flower just now, Feng Li did not dare to be careless, the essence and blood in his body surged, and he made a sound like the roar of Shenhe. Attacking, the golden fist light was dense like raindrops, continuously bombarding the 36 sad flowers.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Sad Flower kept shooting divine lights, but they were all shattered by Feng Li's fist light, and it was difficult to hurt him.

"The petals of the sad petals are broken, and the little bit of blood is pitiful!"

Nangong Qinshuang's pretty face turned pale, and she muttered softly again, the bright red blood continuously overflowing.

"Buzz!!"

The 36 sad flowers trembled and buzzed. At this moment, everyone heard the woman's singing coming from the sad flowers. There was a sense of sadness covering the world, like an abandoned woman singing a sad song, which made people heartbroken.

The divine light shot by Sad Flower became even sharper, Feng Li smashed them one by one with his fists, but his arms were numb from the shock, his fists were covered with scars, and the golden blood kept dripping.

Suddenly, the woman's mournful singing stopped abruptly, thirty sad flowers slammed and burst open at the same time, pieces of white petals filled the sky, Feng Li was shocked, and felt the terrifying killing power on the petals.

"Whoa!!"

The white sad petals in the sky froze for a short time, and then flew in unison, like countless white killing lights, smashing the vacuum into pieces.

Feng Li unfolded the golden shield to the extreme, stepping on the footsteps of the sky, turning into a golden light, constantly dodging and shooting again and again.

"puff!"

A few sad petals split the golden shield and penetrated Feng Li's body, leaving horrible wounds, bringing golden blood, the white petals passed through the body, as if they had lost all power, fell down, and were dyed golden.

"puff!"

Flower petals kept penetrating Feng Li's body, leaving him covered in terrifying scars, riddled with holes.

The young kings who came to watch the battle were all shocked. It is unimaginable that Nangong Qinshuang has forced the martial arts to this situation.

"Nangong Qinshuang, what other means do you have to use together, otherwise there will be no chance!"

(End of this chapter)