As soon as Ying Bailing finished speaking, she displayed her fourth-level holy power, trying to crush Feng Jiu.
Behind her, the eighth-level saint suddenly attacked Fengjiu, targeting the child.
He thought that Lao Wan, the ninth-level saint, was so far away that it was enough for him to kill the female and the child.
And who could do anything to them? They were Eagles.
Unexpectedly, the eagle lark was unable to exert any strength at all, as if it was frozen in time by some mysterious force.
As for the eighth-level saint, he released his holy power, but in the middle, it collided with Feng Jiu's invisible power, and the friction produced dazzling sparks.
Afterwards, the purple holy power of the eighth-level saint was directly bounced back, and the holy power containing Feng Jiu's power hit the man.
The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the dignified eighth-level saint exploded directly, and unsurprisingly turned into a blood mist, spraying on Princess Bailing.
Eagle Lark was dazed and didn't know what was happening for a moment. It wasn't until the smelly blood dripped from her head that she screamed in fear, "Ah!!"
How could this happen? How could this happen? He was an eighth-level saint. "What did you do to him? What did you do to him, you witch?!"
Ying Bailing shrank her body and looked at Fengjiu in horror. She had seen bloody scenes before, but to have such an inexplicable ability like Fengjiu was like a curse. It was too scary!
Fengjiu raised her hand again, "Anyone who wants to harm my child, whether human, beast, or god, will be killed without mercy."
The tribes of earthenware confront each other, the female is beautiful in her tenderness, and what is the difference between her and the beast if her wildness is not eliminated? Elegance.
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