Just as the word "battle" was released, Bai Bing suddenly felt a strong fighting spirit, and he whistled around, swaying and swaying in the cave to the point of darkness.

The demon generals felt that the light suddenly diminished in front of them, and they were swept a step away the next moment, but they quickly reacted and used their means to attack Bai Bing in the field.

Chaisang naturally would not be idle either. A big knife with two arms quickly formed in his hand, with the back of the knife penetrated nine rings, and the demonic energy at the edge of the knife rolled, carrying the endless intention of killing, and slashed straight towards Bai Bing.

For a moment, the demonic energy in the cave shook.

Jiang Ling's cloaked hat was almost overturned by the aroused wind, and she hurriedly grabbed the brim with her other hand. However, the next moment, she suddenly felt that her waist was tied up with a rope. The strength of the people tied her was so strong that her breathing and exclamation were tied firmly in her throat.

In the chaos, she thought Su Muzhe wanted to take her out of the battlefield, so she angrily wanted to break free. However, before this idea could be implemented, the rope suddenly tightened one meter, and she was taken to the air and flew out one meter away.

The wind suddenly became stronger and blew off her hat.

She looked up in surprise and suddenly realized that she had entered the eye of the wind. Bai Bing was just one meter away in front of her, reaching out and grabbing the other end of the rope, with a solemn look and implicit worry.

At that moment, the time was too short, and it was too late to breathe, but it was enough for her to deeply engrave his glance, together with what he said, "Don't be afraid", and buried in the abyss of memory. Even if the sea is gone, life and death will never be forgotten again.

Su Muzhe felt that someone had pulled him behind him, and then his hands were empty. Seeing that Jiang Ling was already ten feet away, he was immediately shocked, regardless of whether he would be affected by the battle, he whispered: "Stop her!"

In fact, it’s not up to him that someone had just woken up earlier than him and took action decisively.

Meng Jia didn't care about how the Demon Lord and the Demon Generals fought with Bai Bing. The only person he wanted to protect was Su Muzhe.

Others thought that Bai Bing was in the lead and needed to use thunder to give everyone a critical blow. Only he noticed that after Bai Bing released a huge fighting spirit, he actually did not attack them. Instead, he threw a silver string out of his sleeve, and threw it straight and firmly towards Su Muzhe.

Bai Bing is incalculable. He has never fought with him, and with Su Muzhe in front of him, so he naturally dared not be arrogant. In the crisis, he immediately reached out and pulled Su Muzhe back. But he knew that the rope was not in the wine, so he rolled up Jiang Ling and ran away!

"not good!"

He immediately opened his five fingers and released a thick black air, turned into a giant hand, and quickly grabbed Jiang Ling.

But Bai Bing's rope was too fast. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ling was about to fly to Bai Bing.

At this time, Chaisang's sword had already fallen on Bai Bing.

Bai Bing did not avoid it, or had never thought about avoiding it at all, so he just turned his head and was stabbed with his shoulder.

As the lord of the domain, Chaisang may have a slight lack of strategy, but his combat power must not be underestimated, otherwise he would not be able to firmly sit in the position of the Demon Lord. His sword also used eight points of strength to face Bai Bing, and his power could be cut through mountains and seas. When it fell on people, the taste could be imagined.

Bai Bing's shoulders trembled, and the force on the rope was reduced by half, and the degree was sharply reduced. At this time, he quickly climbed up Jiang Ling's shoulder with a strong demonic energy, blocking her forward trend!

Jiang Ling was locked in the sea of ​​wind with one rope and one hand. The strong wind made her head dance, covering her red face. Her shoulders seemed to be crushed, and her eyes were so painful that her throat was tied up by the rope around her waist, and she couldn't even shout.

Meng Jia's muscles on the back of his hand burst violently, and he tried to pull Jiang Ling back again. At this time, the attacks of the demon generals had already reached Feng's eyes.

Bai Bing gritted his teeth, took one side of his body and suffered several attacks with his back, but his hands grabbed the other end of the rope tightly, staring at Meng Jia's face with cold eyes. The spiritual energy suddenly surged into his hands, and then he exerted force. The huge hand on Jiang Ling's shoulder tightened sharply, as if he had tried his best, but he still did not keep Jiang Ling.

This time, Jiang Ling finally successfully used the rope to pull into Bai Bing's arms.
Chapter completed!