After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Betrayal

    Looking back at the robe sleeves, the black magic lines in the red eyes flashed away.

    The majestic devilish energy burst out from the young man's slightly thin body, covering the sky like dark clouds covering a city, sweeping straight across the sky, crossing the golden light and pressing towards Yin Xiuzhu's face.

    The sound of Zila Zila was deafening, it was a tyrannical contest in which magic power and formations canceled each other out.

    The wind caused by the collision of the two forces blew Yin Xiuzhu's long frost-white eyebrows in waves.

    Yin Xiuzhu's eyes flashed sinister, he gave a low drink, and the light of the golden thread and the formation suddenly became a little brighter.

    Mu Wushuang's eyes were almost blinded by the special effects of the battle between the two.

    The coercion of both sides left no room for the slightest, with an attitude of immortality.

    At the critical moment, Mu Wushuang bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and her body flew out like an arrow.

    Her magic power is more tyrannical than anyone else, but she didn't let it out, she just exerted all her power under her feet.

    In mid-air, Gui Lan's pupils shrank suddenly.

    His devilish energy weakened a lot in an instant, as if part of his strength was forcibly drawn away by someone, the coercion around him weakened instantly.

    The young man's brows were raised, and his expression suddenly became dark and terrifying.

    The burning sensation between the eyebrows struck again, more violently and more intensely, which made him feel restless.

    Mu Wushuang's figure appeared in front of him as expected, Gui Lan's face was as cold as ice, and the killing intent in his heart began to spread majesticly uncontrollably.

    Does she want to die?

    His slender palms with well-defined joints strangled the girl's slender neck. She was white and fragile, and her meridians pulsated.

    As long as the fingertips are pressed, the neck bone will crack with a crack.

    Weaker than paper.

    Gui Lan's eyes were full of cruelty, and he pinched the thin throat with one hand, trying to pinch it open.

    Suddenly, there was a warm tightness around the waist.

    Immediately, his body rose into the air.

    The girl's arms were soft and fragrant, and Gui Lan was shackled inside, his body became stiff.

    The transpiring devilish energy around him suddenly dissipated, and the fingertips that had been accumulating strength suddenly shrank, and the finger bones burned endlessly softly, which turned out to be a little weak.

    Mu Wushuang stepped on the wind very fast, hugged Guilan and dragged him away from Yin Xiuzhu's attack range, and then led him to the area occupied by the tent man.

    The people in the tent were stumbling around when Yin Xiuzhu's whisk fell down, but now the whisk stood upright in the eye of the formation, and the whole whisk was shrouded in a holy gleam, looking sacred and inviolable.

    Without batting an eye, Mu Wushuang kicked the whisk away with one kick.

    Guilan seemed to be struggling a little in her arms, and Mu Wushuang said impatiently: "Don't move."