Chapter 259 The Eleventh Prince 16
The smell of rotting corpses filled the air, making people sick.

The silver-eyed boy waved his halberd, and several silver rays of light burst out, bouncing off all the men in black surrounding him.

Flesh was torn apart, black blood splattered everywhere, and many people's arms were cut off, but those people seemed to feel no pain, but in an instant, they surrounded the youth again.

The surrounding air is filled with yin, and all vitality is isolated, like hell.

And the leading man in black seized the opportunity, with strands of black light in his hand, forming a huge sword burning with black mist.

And the man with dark eyes who had been silent on the spot suddenly flashed his figure and walked towards Luo Yingyue.

He seemed like a gust of wind, but in the blink of an eye, he had already broken through the boy's silver barrier, breaking through the purple barrier inside.

Zi's ​​face turned cold, and he raised his plain hand. The wound on the palm was broken, and a little blood was spilled, making the purple barrier much stronger all of a sudden.

Luo Yingyue only felt that the killing factor in her body was about to come out at this moment.

It seems that there is some unknown power in the body, slowly surging up.

Her pair of star eyes were actually stained with black mist at this moment.

"Qianshapo——" The man with the dark eyes shot out a strong murderous aura from his deep right eye, hitting the purple barrier.

The enchantment fluctuated for a while, but it forcibly held on.

It's just that Zi's face became even paler.

"What's on you?" Zi asked Luo Yingyue with a cold face.

Luo Yingyue raised her hand and looked at the Moyu wrench on her hand.

Black mist lingered on the wrench finger, gloomy and killing.

Luo Yingxuan frowned slightly, "Wait for me."

Just leaving these two words beside Luo Yingyue's ear, his figure flashed, and he rolled over from the red wolf's back.

Luo Yingxuan was dressed in white clothes, looked back at Luo Yingyue, and then, like the wind, rushed out of the purple barrier, heading straight for the man with dark eyes.

Luo Yingyue was startled, but saw Luo Yingxuan waved his palm, and a black whip in his hand was already heading towards that person.

The black whip roared out like a swimming dragon, with a murderous aura.

With a whip, it seemed that even the air was twisted.

Zi was taken aback for a moment, the powerful murderous aura emanating from a mortal made even him a little bit taken aback.

The man with dark eyes was even more stunned, and his figure dodged backwards like a ghost.

Luo Yingxuan was floating like a fairy, with black hair flying all over her head, and the faint scar on her face was particularly conspicuous.

Without saying a word, he swung the black whip in his hand, and every time, he went straight to the man's vitals.

The speed of whipping was extremely fast, and within tens of meters around him, it seemed that even the wind was howling, and the dead leaves on the ground were violently rolled up and flew wildly in the air.

Luo Yingyue has always known that Luo Yingxuan is powerful, but she has never seen such a side of him.

Luo Yingxuan was obviously as beautiful as a banished fairy, but at this moment, there was nothing left on that face except the ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

He seemed to be born from hell, and came with endless murderous aura.

A pair of eyes that are not stained with dust, at this time, have been swallowed by the boundless darkness.

The man with the dark eyes was whipped several times, several whips hit his body, his skin was torn apart, revealing his white stubble.

His speed can be said to be comparable to that of Guang, but Luo Yingxuan is even faster, if he targets him, he will definitely kill him!
"What is your origin?" Even though Zi couldn't see it, he could clearly feel the hellish atmosphere on Luo Yingxuan.

(End of this chapter)

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