Wind picks up clothes?

The small fish followed the flow of the water outside the whirlpool, and the wind pick-up clothes and the big chief stood calmly in the hollow.

Two people looked calm, the other two were very vigilant, and the four of them confronted each other like this.

How easy it is to be reminiscent of wind light clothes!

"What does it have to do with you following the wind and light clothes?" Xiao Yu continued to input spiritual power into Shen Li'an.

Feng Shiyi smiled contemptuously: "Everything is worse than words, and everyone dies from Babble." ”

So he no longer talked to Xiaoyu, but immediately urged Qibaoqin.

Xiaoyu and Shen Li'an stepped on the water beads and ran towards the other end of the mountain stream, but the water beads seemed to be attracted by a force, and they couldn't run.

The archmaster's ghostly fire erupted from the palm of his hand, passed through the thin curtain of water, and wrapped itself in water-repellent beads.

Xiao Yu and Shen Li'an watched as their bodies turned completely purple in the water-sheltering beads.

"How are you?" asked Shen Li'an.

"Hold on a little longer, and wait for me to deal with them. Although Shen Li'an's qi and blood flowed quickly, under the continuous input of Xiaoyu's spiritual power, he had already held a powerful power in his hands.

He had to let them die, and only if they died, he and Xiaoyu could escape.

This implication of imminent battle brought a sense of joy to his heart.

If it was in the past, he would try his best to restrain this feeling, but now he can't.

Because he must let them die!

The pleasure turned into excitement, and the excited blood began to rush through his body, burning in his consciousness.

He was still sitting with his eyes closed, and his hands saw that the accumulated power was getting stronger and stronger, and even hissed.

Xiao Yu put one hand against the back of his heart, and the other hand clenched into a fist, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The shattered scale armor around him was still resisting the attacking ghostfire.

Because they were surrounded by ghost fire, they didn't know that at this moment, they had actually been dragged out of the water by the ghost fire in the hands of the chief manager.

As soon as they reached the ground, the wind pickers and the chief steward were separated from the people they controlled.

They came out of their bodies, and they were two dark purple figures, unable to see their facial features or their bodies clearly.

There was also an extra sword in Feng Shiyi's hand, and there was a ghostly fire on the sword, burning terrifyingly.

A sword slashed at the scale armor wrapped in ghostly fire...

"Boom"...

The scales and armor broke, and blood gushed out from the fish's mouth.

Originally, Xiao Yu was urging the power of her flat body to maintain her bond with the ghost fire, because she felt her power leak like a rushing tide to the scale armor.

But she couldn't stop, and if she stopped, the ghost fire would burn their bodies.

But if you don't stop and consume it, you may run out of oil.

In this difficult moment, a sword slashed, and she could no longer resist.

The moment the scale armor broke, she withdrew Shen Li'an's hand in the back of her heart, recited the Water Heart Sutra, and the water in the mountain stream pulled up from the stream with a whirl, winding into a spiral to block between their sword and the ghost fire of the chief manager.

This is the first time she has been able to mobilize so much water, and at this life-and-death juncture, she can't afford to think too much, that is, she will exert the Water Heart Sutra in her heart to the maximum limit.

But after all, she had supported it for so long, after her Water Heart Sutra was used, after a mouthful of blood spurted out, she seemed to suddenly lose her support, and suddenly fell at Shen Li'an's feet.

Shen Li'an didn't care about talking, and he didn't care about helping her.

They have been practicing the same kind of exercises, and they have been sharing weal and woe for the past year.

At the moment when the little fish fell, Shen Li'an took over the spiral-shaped waterway in front of him.

The power he had accumulated immediately exploded, and the water dragon wrapped around the sword of the wind picker, and the sword of the wind picker was tightened, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble. He picked up the fish and jumped backwards.

In the air, they were surrounded by water dragons, and the chief steward followed after them.

Qibaoqin's jade pieces kept flying over, but they didn't cut the water dragon around Shen Li'an.

As the jade slice cut, the water dragon began to bulge inward, thinner and thinner, thinner.

Suddenly, a piece of jade seemed to cut through the water, slowly, with the slightest wind, "hissing" through the skin on Shen Li'an's face.

One piece, two pieces..... Hundreds of pieces pulled away, and the water dragon flew in.

This was followed by a burst of purple ghostly fire.

But just as the first piece of Shen Li'an's face was touched, an extremely thin mark was drawn from his right cheek to the wing of his nose.

The tiny blood still had time to flow out in the tiny traces, and all the jade pieces came to an abrupt end.

The wind seemed to have stopped, and the sun seemed to be darkened.

Qibaoqin suddenly rose into the air, and the jade on it faintly seemed to have blood flowing.

The original jade-like brilliance was mixed with dark red light and shadow.

In an instant, the wind rose again, and the spin of the Qibao piano became more and more crazy.

The hundreds of jade shards that shot out were back where they belonged.

As the Qibao Qin turned faster and faster, a whirlwind was pulled up on the ground, and the whirlwind spread, and the dust, bricks, flowers, trees, and water in the mountain stream were blown into the sky.

The wind blew the garments of the people, even if they were far away, as if they were going to blow them to the edge of the sky.

The ghost fire in the hands of the chief steward was blown like a chimney rising from the ground, and he immediately let go of his hand, because his body was a shadow, and the shadow was blown in the wind, blurred and distorted.

Feng Shiyi and the chief manager finally revealed their original appearances.

One was dressed in black, short in stature, with a handsome face, somewhat similar to the wind and light clothes.

One is slightly bloated, with a full beard and turned nostrils, which is a little ugly.

There was a dark aura lingering around the two of them.

Flowing, restless.

What happened to Shippo?

Why is it suddenly withdrawn?

This is the goal that Feng Shiyi has been lurking in the Jade Family, and of course, the ultimate goal is the hole full of crystals.

It is said that the cave is a passage connecting the human world and the demon world, but over the years, he has not found a way to open the passage.

The head of the Yu family's generation died too early, too quickly, and the head of the Yu family passed away before many secrets were known.

Mrs. Yu was originally a person from the clothes building, and she passed on her son not to outsiders, she was the training of the Yu family, and of course Mrs. Yu was included among outsiders.

Shen Li'an's hair was blown away by the wind, and the blood marks on his face corresponded to the dark red blood in the Qibao Qin, and the dark red suddenly soared to his eyebrow bone, drawing two golden red rays of light above his eyebrow bone.

Like blood burning in a flame.

The Qibaoqin in the air is separated as a whole, one by one, one by one, like a dot net in the air.

All of a sudden, they were all gathered in Shen Li'an's hands, and before he could see his movements clearly, he saw his figure in front of him left and right, and soon arrived in front of Feng Shiyi.

The waves of water that they brought up behind them howled and rolled up the wind to pick up the clothes and the chief manager, lifting them into the air.

No matter how the two of them struggled, it was like being choked by the throat, and they had no power to fight back.

"Give it back to you. The more than 3,000 pieces of jade in Shen Li'an's hands were all pierced into the body of Feng Shiyi and the chief manager.

The two men twisted in pain, but the waves that choked them still tightened.

"Thousand Yin Beads..."Shen Li'an squinted at them and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me." ”

His voice was like a different person, cold as a knife, scraped into a person's bones.