Chapter Fifty-Four Steamed Bun IV: Battle Ji Jue

Although Feng Yuelu is a spiritual person, after all, she has been sheltered by her family since she was a child and has never really seen any big scenes.

And the murderous aura on Feng Xingying's face is the condensed murderous temperament in his bones. Could it be that Xiao Fengyuelu can resist?

The more frightened Feng Yuelu became, the more nervous she became. The more nervous she became, the more useless she became, unable to condense even a little spiritual power.

Or, she was simply deterred by Feng Xingying's murderous aura, and there was only fear in her heart, and she forgot to use her spiritual power to resist.

In short, to outsiders, Feng Xingying is like a mighty queen, the flame in her hand is like a living creature.

And Feng Yuelu was completely stupid, she looked at Feng Xingying with fear and sluggishness, and let Feng Xingying throw the fireball at her.

Feng Yuelu couldn't raise the fighting spirit to resist at all, so she could only ask for help in a panic and embarrassment: "Help! I don't want to die! Big sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare again.

Jue brother~~~ help me~~"

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"Bang!"

If the flame in Feng Xingying's hand is substantial, wrap Feng Yuelu.

However, Feng Yuelu was not burned to death.

At the critical moment, Ji Jue threw her behind him, and stretched out a water curtain to block Feng Xingying's flames.

Feng Xingying's face instantly paled.

She is only a sixth-order spiritual person, and her strength is much worse than the powerful Ji Juelai.

No matter how powerful her flame is, she will be no match for Ji Jue.

Fortunately, Ji Jue's water curtain was just a defense, not a counterattack.

Qin Molin was just behind Feng Xingying, with a pair of phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, showing a dangerous and cunning look, and his hand lightly placed on Feng Xingying's back.

Feng Xingying felt that the spiritual energy in his body was surging, like a pot, so he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately increased the firepower.

Originally a slender rocket, at this time, it continued to grow, like a lifelike flamingo, growing bigger and bigger, and it felt like it broke through the sky.

Ji Jue's pale complexion turned paler now.

With Qin Molin's help, Feng Xingying's flames were so powerful that they had the potential to start a prairie fire. The rest of the Flying Dragon Adventure Group and Feng Yuelu could only keep retreating, giving the venue to the three of them.

"Oh, I didn't expect that my dignified son-in-law would be forced to come here by a little girl." Ji Jue smiled charmingly, like a hundred flowers in full bloom.

His face is really beautiful, and his movements also reveal a pleasing beauty everywhere. He is dressed in a coquettish red dress, which is indescribably enchanting.

Feng Yuelu looked at Ji Jue who was fighting for her from a distance, and her eyes were full of infatuation.

Feng Xingying's fire is powerful, but Ji Jue is the kind of mediocre who can only use spiritual power?

I saw that with him as the center, a water polo in the palm of the hand spread all over the world.

These water polo, as if with eyes, flocked to Feng Xingying from all directions.

Feng Xingying could only withdraw his hands and use the technique recorded in "Xihuang Jue" to spread the flames into a net, covering himself.

Qin Molin?

That monster obviously doesn't need her to worry about it!

Seeing Feng Xingying's way of controlling the fire, Ji Jue was obviously stunned for a moment, and then stopped abruptly, revealing a helpless wry smile.

This battle came quickly and ended quickly.

It ended with Ji Jue holding back, but Feng Xingying did not force her any further.

Ji Jue's strength made her more aware of her own shortcomings.

Although she has many advantages in ancient martial arts, her physical fitness is not enough.

Her skills may have an opportunity to deal with spiritual masters, but against a real master like Ji Jue, she can only rely on powerful spiritual power!

Strength, she needs it very much.

Feng Xingying's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Brother Jue, why didn't you kill her?" Feng Yuelu still didn't give up, pulling Ji Jue's arm coquettishly:

"Brother Jue, you promised others."

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