Chapter 290： Qing Muer Robbery (5) (1/2)

Feng Shaobai roared, ignoring the soft whip close to me, and slashed the hammer in his hand with a chain hammer. It was simple and straightforward, and she struck Qing Muer with a force of ten pounds.

Qing Mu'er stepped up the pace again, getting rid of Feng Shaobai, a twist, his soft whip stretched like a gun, pounding Huanglong. The tip of the whip is lightning fast, and the angle is tricky.

Concerned about Qing Muer's identity, Feng Shaobai was restrained everywhere, fearing his feet and being unable to perform, let alone how depressed he was.

In the middle of the field, I saw a lot of whiplashes and violent winds. You come and go, and no one can do anything for a while. Under stalemate, the people who watched the battle on both sides were anxious. This sword was ruthless, and it was inevitable that there was a wrong hand. In case of any accident, they could not afford it, but in order to avoid the deterioration of the relationship between the two communities, they could not go into battle. Anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Helping the other side for a long time, Qing Mu'er was a little embarrassed and angry, and his brain was hot. In order to win the fruit of Xiao Yan and the six prescriptions for Xiao Yan, he had no regard for the relationship between the two races, and it was impossible to think about bringing the blood demon family. Whatever the trouble is, prepare to wave everyone's hands.

Qing Mu'er's impatient expression was seen by the elder in red, and he couldn't help trembling. In the current situation, as long as Qing Muer gives an order, it will be a big dogfight. There will inevitably be casualties, and the relationship between the two communities will completely collapse. How can this be good?

At the time when everyone was at a loss, at this moment, above the sky, a blast of wind came galloping .....

Those who can appear silently in their own consciousness, etc., are by no means idle. Moreover, it is not known whether the visitor is an enemy or a friend.

Suddenly, an old man was seen standing in the air wearing a blood-red robe and fighting halberds. The halberd is two meters long. The halberd's blade resembles a meniscus, and the whole body is dark. Only the tip is blood red. The war halberds kept on whining, and if there were thousands of ghosts attached to the halberds, it was definitely a superb weapon.

Compared with the best halberd, the old man in the blood-red robe looked a little thin. The skin is reddish brown, with curly beards, long eyebrows, and the hair rising from the sky is even brighter and fiery red. Deep in the black eyes, there was a red flame burning in the flames, making people dare not look at each other.

The old man stood there, exuding a strong breath, vast and boundless, culverts rising up, his body wrapped around the band-shaped magic mist, oppressing people to sweat coldly, almost suffocated.

As soon as the old man appeared, Qing Muer and Feng Shaobai, who were fighting, stopped involuntarily.

”Four grandfathers, you are finally back, and you want to die Muer.” Qing Muer whispered and rushed to the old man.

”Muer, come, let the four grandpas take a good look. Alas, he looks more watery.” When the old man saw Qing Muer, he opened his eyes and smiled, and the whole body's momentum disappeared without a trace.