Can't you give me some pleasure?

If he rushed over and took action, Feng Xingying would definitely disappear again.

But if he doesn't do anything, will he be beaten by the rabbit in vain?

Feng Xingying was there, but he couldn't do it. This is the most depressing thing about Yuwen Ximing's fight against this scene.

"Do you want to admit defeat?" Feng Xingying suddenly spoke: "As a friendly diplomatic relationship, I will give you a chance to admit defeat."

"If you have the ability, don't enter the space!" Yu Wen Ximing became ruthless.

In fact, if he says such words, he will already lose.

After all, everyone shows their magical powers on the Dou Lingtai. If you have a higher cultivation level, you will be awesome. If you have a spiritual treasure, you will be awesome. If you don’t agree, you can do it.

Equipment is also a part of strength.

But Feng Xingying nodded: "As long as you swear not to admit defeat, I will not enter the space."

"good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Feng Xingying move.

I have long heard that Feng Xingying is good at martial arts and has beautiful body skills.

Unexpectedly, he was really lucky to see him today, and couldn't help but sigh that he was more beautiful than the most beautiful dance!

It’s a pity that such beautiful movements are not for appreciation.

Feng Xingying had already arrived in front of him and kicked him to the ground.

The crisp sound was the sound of Yu Wen Ximing's leg fracture.

Yu Wen Ximing wondered how Feng Xingying broke through his spiritual shield?

When he wanted to condense his spiritual power, something terrible happened, and his spiritual power disappeared!

I have never encountered such a terrible thing in my life.

The basis for the survival of the spirit being is spiritual power.

If there is no spiritual power, what is the difference between him and ordinary people?

The lack of spiritual power made Yuwen Ximing feel unprecedentedly desperate and panic.

At the same time, the watermelon suddenly squirted out flames, making the poor little black panther out of the spirit-fighting platform.

"Hmph, who said that our turtles are only good at defense? I am the master's spirit beast." The turtle's face was arrogant and turned into an ordinary local dog size again, and lay at Feng Xingying's feet: "Master, come to me."

Ask for a different ambiguity!

Feng Xingying really wants to beat up this red-skinned turtle.

But still, I went to the ground obediently, the watermelon's back.

The mount is just used to sit on it.

Yuwen Ximing then appeared sadly, Feng Xingyingyi was showing mercy to him! No, he was deliberately playing with it.

With Feng Xingying's own strong strength and this terrifying spirit turtle, she chose to grind him to death even though she could be vigorously.

"By the way, when you started, your eyes told me that you wanted to make me beg for mercy. Is it?" Feng Xingying sat on the turtle's back in a good mood and walked around.

Yu Wen Ximing looked embarrassed and half-kneeled on the ground. He refused to speak.

He also wanted to stand, but his legs were broken.

"Sesame, aren't you going to teach him a lesson? It's your credit for him to become like this. Now is the season of harvest."

"Oh!" Sesame cheered and jumped to beat Yuwen Ximing.

Sesame's hands and feet are not heavy and cannot kill people. There is a little pain, but it won't hurt very much.

But, it’s a shame!

Such a shame made Yuwen Ximing urge to commit suicide.

His fourth brother had long been unable to bear it and shouted in the audience: "Is this how your Dali Kingdom treats friendly countries? Stop it with Feng Xingying, otherwise I will go back to war with Dali Kingdom."

Feng Xingsha's eyes are dark.

He reached out and tapped Yu Wen Ximing a few times.

"Okay, Sesame is tired of fighting. You go down." Feng Xingying waved his hand.
Chapter completed!