The short man and his companion were meticulously trained, and this strike was actually a blurry trend, blasting Mr. Ye's head away!
"No rules?"
Ye Feng's voice was as usual. He used ghosts to face him directly. He murmured, "Let's see if you can break the rules!"
After the voice dropped, his eyes disappeared, and suddenly a colorless flame sprouted behind Su Cong's eyes, the flame rose to the ceiling, the green ghost fires in the air were scorched by those who lost ghost fires and fell with a "bang", causing a slight shock when I sent someone to put it down.
The feeling of not falling is alive, almost a kilogram of iron!
"What is this?"
Seeing the boy land on his heels, Qiu Yun cried out in surprise.
In his eyes, although engulfed by a mass of colorless flame, the ghost couldn't be harmed like anyone else, except for burning clothes and garments on his body!
