Lian Ruolan pointed to the white swallow wind not far away.

"hum! Buzz! Buzz! " Root sharp bee cone, as if singing a happy song, a swarm of shooting at the white swallow wind.

Bai Yanfeng is a concealed figure. He didn't even open the spiritual shield, but he is still very sensitive. He suddenly looks back.

but it's too late. He only heard the sound of sharp tools piercing the flesh and skin. He looked down and saw that his body had been pierced by countless holes.

"junior sister Ruolan You... Kill me? " When Bai Yanfeng was dying, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and censure....