"Chirp!"

The red-eyed White Bird King sang for a long time, and his tail feathers were blood-red, whizzing down like lightning.

"die!"

When Fang Yuan exercises the Dharma, the sound is like thunder and the power is extremely difficult to bear.

The spiritist was stunned. When he realized it, an eagle claw had already arrived at the door.

"ah……"

Finally, he had a profound cultivation level. A fire flashed under his feet and quickly retreated. He barely avoided the vital points, but five blood marks appeared on his chest.

"Die it for me!"

Fang Yuan was unreasonable and went up close to him, and suddenly he flew out again.

His careful calculations were made by him to block all escape routes, and suddenly it was fired, and it was about to be fatal.

"Don't be crazy!"

The storm swept across the legs, causing the spirit scholar to vomit blood and fly backwards, but a figure suddenly appeared between the two, blocking Fang Yuan's killing attack.

"Flying Dragon General?"

Fang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and immediately connected him with General Feilong.

Only this master of Wuzong can forcefully rescue people at this critical moment.

Compared with him, Wu Wudao and Xuansheng Taoist reacted a little slower.

‘It’s a pity that I failed to achieve full results, but it doesn’t matter… the spirit sage is already ruined and I can never intervene in this battle again!’
Chapter completed!