Chapter 152: Who let you do it

At this time, the whole body of the swaying saint, the radiant rays of light retreated one after another,
With a pale face and a touch of glamorous charm, Zhu's lips pressed slightly, and he said: "Chu Patriarch, the brother of Baihua Shame, the saint of Baihuazong, Baihuahan, is still a young girl who makes great friends."
"Can you look at the face of the little girl and let go of those flowers?"
Hearing this, Chu Feng suddenly realized that the smile at the corner of his mouth also began to become more gloomy.
It is true that this Baihua is ashamed, has been seriously injured, and his veins are forbidden. Even if it is lucky to survive, it is a waste.
If no one mentions it, Chu Fengdao will not continue to hunt down.
But, now Bai Huahan actually finds the Shaking Holy Land to come here to intercede?
Could it be that he really thought that Chu Feng was afraid of this Shaking Light Holy Land?
Could it be used to shake the light of the holy place to quench its spirit?
Thinking of this, a trace of contempt flashed in Chu Feng's cold eyes, and said lightly: "Hundred flowers ashamed? Ha ha!"
"When do you care about such nostalgia in the Holy Land?"
"His humiliation is life or death, death, or destruction, so what does it do, what does it do with this seat?"
Such icy words made the face of the saint woman shake light suddenly stiff, her beautiful eyes stagnated, and she was dumbfounded.
After a short while, this was a reaction, and he murmured, "I also hope Patriarch Chu, give me a face in the Holy Land!"
"face?"
Chu Feng's cold eyes condensed, and his dreadful killing intent rushed out like two sharp swords, his eyes cold and terrifying.
Dare to save face in front of Chu Feng in the mere sacred place?
Do you really think that you are the Sejong Gate?
Do you really think you are invincible?
"Shaking the Holy Land? In this seat, there is no face for what you have done!"
As soon as the voice fell, Chu Feng slowly took a step, and suddenly approached in front of the Yaoguang Saintess.
See here,
Rao is such a powerful person as the Saintess of Shaking Light, and he is also afraid of the sword, subconsciously exhibiting a sword, and the sword is vigorous and upright.
"Girl, how dare to take the initiative to the family?"
The next moment,
Chu Yunxiao and Chu Qinghe quickly came out, flashing a cold light in their hands.
That fierce sword aura suddenly dissipated into the void.
The two of them had never heard of the Shaking Holy Land, and said in their hearts: "Maybe it is some small sect."
But now is their chance to show up in front of the master, how can they let it go?
The next moment, a sword gas with glowing rays came into being, and headed towards the two of them to be killed.
With such a simple sword, the two of them were forced back in an instant.
Chu Yunxiao's face was startled, his figure soaring into the sky like a big Peng, with a spear in his hand, bursting out with the momentum of thunder and thunder.
The vigorous spear light instantly hits the glow of the sword aura. With this opportunity, the spear power continues to condense, and the spiritual power surges out, and the attack is instilled on the long spear.
In order to be able to make up for it, Chu Yunxiao at this time, as soon as he came up, was a stunt at the bottom of the box, cracking the air and killing the gun.
Just as his guns condensed for the most part, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
That extremely terrifying sound wave wiped out the momentum of the spear that had just been condensed.
"Who let you do it?"
Before they finished their words, the two of them turned pale, and a ray of surprise appeared in their pupils.
Of course, at this moment, the two of Chu Yunxiao instantly felt an extremely awe-inspiring murderous aura, and surrounded it, surrounded by a hundred miles of yellow sand, in front of this awe-inspiring murderous aura, everything turned into dust and scattered in the void.