Chapter 682: Inevitably, I was a little distracted

After a while, the expected desperate situation did not come, and the annoying brass bell disappeared at some point. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Novels.2

Meng Rui opened her eyes, only to see that the man's neck was being pinched by a hand.

His face was blue, and he was speechless.

The hand was white and slender, and even the nails were neatly trimmed.

White with powder, even better than Mengrui's hands.

But when such a good-looking one, at this time he pinched a neck that was not good-looking, as if he had desecrated that hand.

She was surprised in her heart, and when she saw the person coming again, she couldn't help but say excitedly: "Sister Qingqian?!"

When Meng Rui shouted that sentence, several people at the scene were inevitably distracted.

Especially Yu Rong, who reacted immediately.

Isn't the "Sister Qingqian" in her mouth the one who doesn't even have a message?

couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

At this turn, Morrow, who was fighting with him, suddenly found a gap, and the tin staff was hit on the head, castrating like the wind.

At the last moment, something bounced on the tin staff, and there was a crisp sound.

The tin staff involuntarily deviated to the side, and naturally fell into the air, and the remaining strength shook the side of Yurong's head.

Moreau was taken aback, and saw a shadow appear in front of him with a black mist, and struck straight towards the door.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he grabbed the tin staff and raised his hand to block it.

Who knew that the black mist was enveloped in front of him, silently, cutting off his tin rod alive!

He hurriedly retreated, but the sword qi was after cutting off the tin staff.

It didn't weaken at all, but rushed straight towards it with the momentum of the clouds.

For the first time, Mo Luo realized the gap in the cultivation realm, even if it was placed in the Incense Temple, there were not many late-stage Golden Immortal cultivators like him.

In addition, he is Kongmo's personal disciple, and he is the same generation as the current abbot of the Incense Temple, Feichen and others.

So the status is natural, and when he comes out this time, he is naturally considered among the five.

The incense temple is now full of eyes and ears all over the world, and it has already been investigated before coming.

In Hulu Mountain, there are only two Golden Immortal monks, and the rest of the children are busy, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Who would have thought that such a person would be killed halfway through, and they would be defeated.

Mo Luo was shocked and angry, seeing that there was no way to retreat, and there was no way to avoid it, he couldn't help but shout: "Do you know that I am the ...... of the Incense Temple"

The three words of the incense temple now have the momentum of the world, and anyone who changes it has to be scrupulous.

But before he finished speaking, he only felt a chill in his neck, and couldn't help but open his eyes angrily.

But he saw his body standing there stiff, with a head missing from his neck, and blood gushing out like a fountain.

The head flew up into the air, and then fell heavily, and its eyes were wide and dead.

The addition of Qingqian undoubtedly completely turned the entire tide of the battle.

Yu Rong and Zizhang were able to lend a helping hand to deal with those few Golden Immortal Early Stage Cultivators, while the other Golden Immortal Late Stage Monk, seeing that Mo Luo was killed, turned around and fled without saying a word.

The magic weapon of flying under his feet is a glass sandalwood fan, which is as delicate as a palace fan.

It was not excessive, but it was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, it had already flown out of the front hall of Hulu Mountain, and was about to rush into the clouds.

Suddenly, I felt a chill hit my back, and my subconscious moved to the left.

Who knew that the coolness followed him like a shadow, firmly following him.

His mind was racing, and the glass sandalwood fan under his feet was bent.

Turning around and flying in the opposite direction, he turned around and saw another sword glowing purple flying towards him.