Chapter 568 (2/2)

Suddenly, Yun xing'er roared with deep hatred, and a black fire with lightning hovered in his palm, just like the dark fire in hell, with huge potential energy.

And the cloud on the top of Yunwu's head seemed to feel something. Suddenly, it split and crackled, just like an electric shock.

The Yellow lightning burst continuously, whips a residual shadow in the air, and instantly dies.

All of a sudden, the whole cloud sky seemed to be infected by it, and became golden. The black cloud gradually became a cluster of black fire with yellow light under the impact of lightning.

It's weird and gloomy. It's like seeing the prison.

Everyone looked at the variation of the mid air, look Muna, no one thought, a college promotion competition, unexpectedly will meet such a big surprise.

In the college, few people know about witchcraft, but they have heard about some ancient legends.

What's more, some people who have heard of witchcraft have been agitated to spread the gossip around.

As the name suggests, Wuming art is a dark cloud like the coming of Hades. It absorbs trace elements from nature to increase its own ability. It's just a single dark cloud. Ordinary people can die on the spot if they are hit by a single blow.

If it's a dark cloud that has absorbed trace elements, if it's hit on the front, it will fly out in an instant, and the slag will not be saved.

It's because it's so vicious that it's banned.”Nine wenches, be careful!”

The cloud old son looks at the half sky strange sudden change, the facial expression suddenly a dark.

At this time, he didn't think about letting Yunwu release yunxing'er. He only thought about Yunwu's safety.

The cloud dances the corners of the mouth indifferently to sneer at the top of the head of the black cloud, a pair of purple pupil Mou bloodthirsty cold.

Suddenly, a purple figure jumped up in the air in an instant, holding an old black flame knife in his hand, at the moment of approaching the dark clouds.

The cloud wields the big knife, condenses the purple fighting spirit, cuts the air current, splits to the dark cloud.

All of a sudden, a strange light swallowed the black flame dagger, the cloud danced, the purple pupil changed, and a gust of Lingfeng galloped through a vortex in the dark cloud.

At the moment of Hurricane whirlpool, cloud dance instantly drew back the big knife. The fierce hurricane opened a gap.

Can not surprise people, immediately see that to the gap, the moment will be condensed.

There's no time to react.

”Bang!”

With a dark light burst out, the cloud dancing purple shadow was hit instantly and fell down straightly.

”Cloud dance!”

”Cloud dance...”

”Little five...”

At the moment when the audience was shocked, several figures stood up and worried.

Only then.

Suddenly, a white shadow of the audience passed by, and immediately stopped in the challenge arena and received the landing cloud dance.

It's the dragon!

He was followed by Nangong Yi and Zhou Feiyu.

Long Qingxie looks at the half comatose cloud dance in his arms. His evil and bloodthirsty eyes are surging. There is a smile on the corner of his mouth. It's a frightening smile. It's a smile on behalf of death!

”My woman, who hurts who dies!”

A bone piercing sound, like the ghost sound coming from the edge of hell, vibrates in everyone's ears like a sound wave, which makes everyone excited.

At the moment when long Qingxie wanted to get up, a hand caught his arm.