In fact, at this moment, Wu Yun had hesitated.

It's not that he really admits it.

Instead, I want to get started from this point and find other opportunities.

However, the three breathing is too short.

Short that he hadn't had time to make a decision, the other party, it has already shot.

I saw the man with a mole with a mole, suddenly his arm was swinged.

His face has become extremely gloomy and cold, and he is entangled in his whole body.

He shot.

From its palm, a spike like a steel knife suddenly condensed suddenly.

At that moment, the air around the spike was instantly requested for an empty, space, and instantly distorted.

This trick, no matter any attack ability, is not able to carry Wu Yun.

The feeling of death locked Wu Yun's death.

No resistance, no escape.

Because Wu Yun knows that in his current state, even at the peak state, it is impossible to win the attack of the holy strong strong at such a short distance.

Watching the sharp thorn towards himself.

Although the speed is fast and extremely fast.

It can be seen in Wu Yun's eyes, but it is very slow.

Because in his eyes, he has begun to let go of these years. What he has done, the way he has gone, the person he has seen, the love left.

Watching flowers is average.

Faced with this irreversible force, Wu Yun has given up. For him at this moment, how much time is left, and when the ice thorn hit him, it is not important.

Death can no longer cause his fear.

Because he has accepted death calmly.

This is not counseling, not soft.

Instead, in the face of this helpless helplessness.

boom!

The fierce collision sound stumped a terrible energy ripple, and swept away around the surroundings.

At least a hundred meters away from the forest, it was swept away.

The land is anxious, the rocks are broken.

Wu Yun was shocked and opened. Does he think he is dead? Close his eyes, everything suddenly becomes very quiet, safe, and even warm.

This feeling seems to be the feeling of returning to the child in childhood.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly a figure sounded in the loud noise.

At first, Wu Yun only thought it was an illusion.

But soon, he suddenly realized that this was not an illusion, which was real.

He responded sharply, opened his eyes, got up, and looked forward.

Unimaginable, an incredible scene.

He was not in hell, he had ice thorn, nor did he hit him.

Sitting at tens of meters in front of him, standing alone.

A back, a familiar back.

"I didn't die?"

"Magic Longan, why are you here?"

In surprise, Wu Yun subconsciously exclaimed the sound.

At the same time, many questions get the answer instantly.

It was also why he didn't feel the pain, and when he retreated, why was there a kind of warmth like a baby lying in the pupa.

It turned out that at the last moment that was hit by the spikes, Mo Longyan appeared.

Mo Longyan kept him, and forcibly wrapped him with his strength to get rid of the dangerous range.

And the power he wrapped, warmth and safety that made him feel when he returned to childhood.

Looking at the back of Mo Longyan, Wu Yun's heart was a bit unable to say.

Although this is what Mo Longyan should do.

After all, there is a blood deed between them.

If Wu Yun is dead, he must also die.

To ensure Wu Yun's safety, he is responsible.

However, no matter what reason, it can't change the grace of this life of the Demon Dragon.

Of course, about Magic Longan, Wu Yun has more doubts and can't figure it out.

Why did he leave, how did he leave, and how did he suddenly appear here now?

Wait, etc., various problems, like a suspension case.

Even Wu Yun was a little worse and asked directly.

But at this moment, the middle -aged middle -aged with moles suddenly made a cold voice, interrupted Wu Yun's thoughts.

"There are also helpers, huh, you are the master of this little hybrid. Very good, since it is here, then Lao Tzu is even you killed!"

If he is out, he has shot it directly.

And when he faced the Demon Eye, he was obviously more serious than dealing with Wu Yun.

He was directly turned into a huge blue ice thorn, surrounded by terrorist power, pulling the space, sometimes distorted, and sometimes collapsed.

It turned out that this spike was his martial arts.

At this moment, what he exhibited was actually his martial arts body.

"Boy, this miscellaneous hair is given to me, don't care about it."

"Hurry up, the danger inside is far from what you imagine."

"As for your doubts about me, let's talk about it later, hurry up!"

After speaking, the magic dragon's eye turned into a luminous light, and when he poured forward, he hit the huge ice thorn and hit it together.

Boom!

The sound of horrible and sharp ears sounded.

In the place of impact, the space collapses instantly.

But perhaps because of not affecting Wu Yun, the Demon Dragon's eyes deliberately pulled the battlefield. He was taking the middle -aged middle -aged with a mole in his eyebrows, in the direction of Wu Yun, he went.

Watching the fighting figures that the two gradually left, Wu Yun, who suddenly relaxed, felt the pain again.

Although there was no injury in the back, the injury he suffered was still not minor, and he had to quickly heal the injury.
Chapter completed!