fall into enemy hands

The Yin wind was still whistling by his side, Zhan Feng stood upright on the carriage, holding a sword in his left hand, pointing the point of the sword at the ground, but his murderous aura was directly approaching the opposite side.

Zhan Fengfeng looked at the other party expressionlessly, and even his voice lost his usual temperature, "Let go."

Xia Fan was held in the arms of a man in a black robe with one hand, his back was facing Zhan Feng, and his head rested on the man's shoulder. He seemed to have fallen asleep again.

The man in the black robe couldn't see his face, and his whole body was covered in the black robe. He looked calm, but his tone was extremely harsh, "No."

Zhan Feng raised his sword and charged straight at the opponent. The sword energy frightened the Yin Feng next to him. Yin Feng whirled and screamed in Zhan Feng's ears, and returned to the man in black to surround Xia Fan as if fleeing for his life. Screaming vigorously.

Zhan Fengjian frowned, and shook the long sword in his hand. The blue sword light wrapped in sword energy quickly slashed towards Xia Fan's surroundings. The dark wind was split instantly, causing only the broken hair on Xia Fan's forehead to shake slightly.

As soon as he made this move, the little ghost king knew that he was no match for Zhan Feng, "If you give him to me, I can promise you any conditions!"

Zhan Feng now understood that since Xia Fan felt something was wrong on the first night, the Yin Feng followed them. They were marked and targeted long ago.

When he arrived in the city, the horse was tampered with, and he was also beaten by the ghost, thinking that he had left the ghost city far away, but in fact he had just left the city.

Zhan Feng raised his sword, the sword energy rose rapidly, and his posture was like a broken bamboo, but Zhan Feng didn't dare to use the sword rashly, fearing that the sword energy would hurt Xia Fan, so he had to say nonsense: "You think you can beat me with a few tricks."

The little ghost king was unwilling to take such a risk, and even attached himself to the livestock and acted rashly during the day, but Xia Fan didn't even touch his fur.

The little ghost king snorted, "Since I can't get it, I'll make a mark!"

After finishing speaking, the little ghost king grabbed Xia Fan, as if he was about to bite Xia Fan's neck. Unexpectedly, Xia Fan opened his eyes and knocked off the little ghost king's cloak with a wave of his hand. The skin of the little ghost king's bone-colored skin was exposed to the sun , his face started to burn strangely.

The little ghost king screamed miserably, and threw a slap to the side towards Xia Fan. Zhan Feng caught Xia Fan with his right hand, turned around with inertia, and immediately swung his sword with his left hand to stab the little ghost king. Dodged in embarrassment, put on the cloak again, and disappeared in a flash.

An eerie tranquility returned to the surroundings.

Zhan Feng supported Xia Fan, and saw that his blood was flushed and a bright red flower exploded on his clothes, "Where did you get hurt?"

Xia Fan was rarely serious, and covered Zhan Feng's mouth with his ears very seriously, and his voice was extremely low, "He's still there."

Zhan Feng was eager for a while, and he really didn't feel anything wrong. At this time, Xia Fan reminded him that he felt that the dark wind had not receded, and he just hid it on purpose.

Xia Fan leaned close to Zhan Feng's ear, and said in a breathy voice, "Do you have fire?"

Zhan Feng flipped his wrist, the long sword disappeared out of thin air, and snapped his fingers again, a small blue ghostly fire ignited at his fingertips.

As soon as he saw the fire, Yinfeng immediately burst into a frenzy and rage, rolled up the wind and sand all the way, surrounded the two people in an attempt to destroy Youhuo, Xia Fan closed his eyes and shouted at the top of his voice: "Carriage! Get on the carriage!"

Zhan Feng was not at all chaotic, the ghostly fire could not be extinguished by the wind, and the next moment he jumped onto the carriage, and the entire carriage was instantly surrounded by the ghostly fire and burned.

A shrill ghost scream resounded in all directions, and the Yin Feng finally left the two of them; the surroundings returned to calm, Xia Fan covered his eyes before he could react, and shouted like a loudspeaker: "How is it?! Is it burning? Ah? What did you say? ?I can not hear!"

Zhan Feng hooked the corner of his mouth, looked at the carriage, and said softly: "It's gone."

Xia Fan rubbed his eyes and opened them, and what he saw was the burning carriage.

"..."

"..."

"Uh...we...now...what should we do?"