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"Each other, each other!" Zishu Rui'an and amiable words, giving Wuxin a huge amount of pressure, against such a strong enemy, he shouldn't have any hesitation, but his heart can't calm down, what he has to do is too related, he doesn't dare to take it.

"It's come to this, but you're still hesitating, since you can't hide anymore, why bother about it, it's better to give it a go, and see if you can kill my annoying brother? Can you stop me? That's what you need to worry about now, right?

"Wuxin, do what you should do......" Duanmu seemed to see through Wuxin's state of mind, and not far behind, he spoke.

"......" unintentionally touched the thunderbolt in his hand, ready to crush it and release the formation inside.

"This is the right choice!" Zishu Ruian was still cheering him on the side, which was what he wanted to see.

"Da ......" Wuxin still didn't crush the thunderbolt after all, because someone stopped his movements, the cyan power suit, the free and easy young man, "You are here, the lives of all the senior brothers and sisters are completely gone." ”

"Xiao An?" Duanmu saw the back, and was unsure at first, but when the visitor spoke, she naturally understood his identity!

Zishu Rui'an's mind was reined in, and he was not surprised in the face of the rescuers who came out halfway.

"Are you a junior brother?" Jin Wuxin held the thunderbolt and didn't let go, still doubting An Chengde's identity.

"Sorry, I went to take care of some things halfway through, and I was all late. An Chengde waved his hand at Duanmu and apologized.

"Is it really you? Wuqiu said that you came back, I still don't believe it, and he didn't frame me. Duanmu approached a little more and said something simple.

"Hello senior sister, senior sister is getting more and more beautiful!" An Chengde's image is different from the last time he came, there is no bandage, and there is no robe, which is the appearance in the previous image.

"I know that I am playing poor, and Qianhe doesn't know what is going on over there, why don't you go and help her first?" Duanmu said familiarly, gradually dispelling his doubts for Wuxin.

"She also has reinforcements over there, so I'm still going to take care of this guy now. An Chengde stared at Zishu Rui'an, who was calm and motionless above, with a look of watching the play.

"You talk, I'm not in a hurry here. Zishu Rui'an waved his hand quite generously, and there was no prelude to a life-and-death battle at all.

"Is Duan Canglan over there?" Duanmu guessed.

"It's not. An Chengde replied succinctly, "It's another ally, I just met, Senior Brother Wuxin, you take Senior Brother to go first." ”

"Senior brother?" Wuxin and Duanmu were dumbfounded, and An Chengde didn't know what he meant.

"Brush!" An Chengde bent his hand, Yan Wusheng's withered body was summoned out of the small world by An Chengde, and after being recuperated by Qingwu Qi, Yan Wusheng has now walked out of the ghost gate.

"Words are lifeless?" Zishu Ruian looked back at Yan Wusheng on the wooden cross, and a beam of light popped out of his fingers, and Yan Wusheng's figure turned into powder in the streamer and fell to ashes.

When the fight on both sides was in full swing just now, An Chengde unknowingly transferred Yan Wusheng's bag, and in order to shield Zishu Rui'an's perception halfway, he spent a lot of effort; An Chengde never made a move, because he knew where the crux of their side was, as long as Yan Wusheng was still in their hands, their situation would not change, so he could only take the risk of replacing Yan Wusheng.

"How did you do that?" Wuxin put away the thunderbolt, and then picked up Yan Wusheng, who was still alive, and said the question that everyone was puzzled about in surprise.

"No matter, let's go first!" Duanmu saw that Zishu Rui'an seemed to be very unhappy, urging Wuxin to leave the battlefield with Yan Wusheng.

"Good design!" Zishu Rui'an said with a grim smile on his face.

"Don't move!" An Chengde's sudden words made everyone in the audience stop, Wuxin and Duanmu also looked back at An Chengde, but saw An Chengde out of nowhere to find a human-shaped ice sculpture, in which a monk was buried, and the identity could be vaguely identified, it was one of the three demons of the Dark Demon Hall, Monk Zhiyu.

An Chengde touched his nose, and then leaned on the ice sculpture very indifferently, the cold air made him feel comfortable.

"Threaten me, do you think I'll care?" Zishu Rui'an asked in a deep voice.

"No, no, no, I don't have anything to threaten you, I just like your own people to fight your own people, I don't know if Your Excellency also likes this kind of game?" An Chengde pressed his palm on the ice sculpture, the ice sculpture melted, and Zhiyu unsealed it at the moment.

"Zhiyu can't be used for you, you're talking about a dream!" Zishu Ruian replied confidently.

"It's true, I've just developed a complete set of illusions in a hidden corner that can blind a person's five senses and then cast ...... Forget it, you can feel it yourself!" An Chengde was halfway through speaking, his words suddenly stopped, and then he waved his hand excitedly, and the wet Zhiyu slowly raised his head, without opening his eyes, his eyes were closed!

"What kind of demon method is this?" Zishu Rui'an had never heard of such a move.

"Your understanding of the empty fox is still too one-sided. An Chengde suddenly smiled coldly, snapped his fingers, Zhiyu folded his hands, bent his knees forward, and the Arhat immortal body appeared behind him, and heavy golden light fists roared out.

"Repair the pattern shield!" Facing Monk Zhiyu who was full of firepower, Zishu Rui'an also took out his housekeeping skills, and a blue light phantom shield appeared from the formation, blocking countless heavy magic fists in the air!

"Zhiyu!" Zishu Ruian tried to communicate with Zhiyu, but in exchange for Zhiyu's merciless palm 'Supreme Merit Hand', his body was shocked back, if An Chengde used Zhiyu to threaten him, Zishu Ruian would not hesitate to kill Zhiyu, but now in this situation, he felt a little embarrassed.

An Chengde watched the two fight with interest, with a playful smile on his face, but in fact, he was worried about the battle situation of the mad demons on the other side.

"I don't know if that reinforcement can stop the mad demon?......" An Chengde was worried in his heart.

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Snowflakes fell, fairies fell into dust, and the forest was covered with ice crystals in the blink of an eye.

The top of the flowing long black hair, wearing a simple silver hairpin, a beautiful white goose egg face, willow eyebrows slightly frowned, phoenix eyes full of affection, red lips like a bright poppy in the cold winter, beautiful and delicate, slender figure, concave and convex figure, round legs wrapped in mysterious white veil, snow-colored satin covering a perfect body.

The mysterious woman floated in front of Ji Qianhe's eyes, and in Qianhe's stunned expression, the mad demon said in a deep voice: "Ethereal Pavilion?......"

"The little woman's Ethereal Pavilion disciple, Ling Xian'er, has seen the Mad Demon Venerable. The fairy leaned over and greeted the madman, and the madman smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to answer, and could only say in a wordless voice, "Hello, hello." ”

"This sister ......" Ji Qianhe came out of a stunned state, this book doesn't seem to be very appropriate for her to fall here, as the saying goes, a beauty saves a hero......

"You retreat first, join up with the people in the alliance in the rear, evacuate here, and leave the madness to me. Ling Xian'er was immortal, and her whole person had a temperament that could not be blasphemed.

"However, on the other side, ......" Ji Qianhe was completely overwhelmed by this immortal qi in terms of momentum, and completely lost the arrogance of dealing with mad demons before.

"This is a saliva pill that can heal your wounds, there is a strange guy over there who has arranged it, don't worry about it anymore. The strange guy Ling Xian'er said seemed to be An Chengde, and An Chengde, who was watching the play, couldn't help but shudder on the other side.

"It's reinforcements...... Thank you, sister, then be careful!" Ji Qianhe took the Qingdan floating in the air, then recalled the dawn gun, and walked towards the rear alone.

The lonely Ji Qianhe couldn't help muttering: "Bastard An Chengde, you don't know how to save me......! What the hell is this sister coming from?"

"Hatche! Hatche......" An Chengde sneezed several times in front of him, and his nose was red and he wondered if he was allergic.

"The name of the three demons of the Dark Demon Hall is famous, and the name of Xingchenzi is even more thunderous, and the senior sister retreated into the seventh-order demon king realm the day before yesterday, so this meeting, the Ethereal Pavilion can only send me, an unborn disciple, to attend the meeting, please don't blame. Ling Xian'er said flatly, and expressed her apologies during the conversation.

"This ...... Let's fight. "The mad demon is covered in blood, and the red color on his body, I don't know if I see the relationship that the fairy can't control.

"The tragedy of the Northern Line Changxian Academy, all sides have spread it all over, and Xian'er was entrusted by the master to bring you back to atone for your sins, and you were offended. ”

As Ling Xian'er spoke, a zither was placed in the void in front of her chest, and the zither was famous: Xue Qing.

"Heh, take me back? The mad demon finally found an excuse for himself to fight back, and the blood qi on his body rose again, and the bloody qi in the talisman qi covered his face, and the bloody qi was raised to the peak.

"Title: Ruthless!"

"Ding ......" slender jade hands danced on the zither, and before the mad demons could move, the sound waves had already begun their melody.

Illusion integration, immortal soul body!

Behind Ling Xian'er, an ethereal shadow of dozens of zhang appeared, the illusory dress fluttered in the snow, the sound wave was formed, Ling Xian'er's body was shrouded in an invisible immortal aura, and then knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, ge, gongs, sticks, lances, sticks, spears, rakes, eighteen weapons condensed in the air.

"A song of sorrow, where to see a lover at the end of the world! This song is a ...... for the soldiers who go out on the expedition" The piano has a long sound, which seems to have the sound of thunderbolt.

"Go!" Ling Xian'er flicked the guzheng with her hand, and the eighteen weapons flew out together, and under all kinds of weapons, there seemed to be a strong figure waving each other.

"Look at me breaking your piano!" In the eyes of the madman, it was the first time that he had encountered eighteen kinds of weapons in unison, but no matter how hard the weapon was, there was no way to hold him up with a punch!

"Peng!" The heavy fist fell, and the swords and soldiers were staggered in the sound of the piano, and the five weapons cooperated in one place, blocking the fist of the mad demon in mid-air.

"Combination?" the madman shouted in surprise as he looked at the scene in front of him.

Ling Xian'er seemed to know the power of the mad demon's fist, so she used this method to block the mad demon's fist intent.

"Blood Shadow Fury!" The moment the mad demon didn't smash the weapon, the protective qi on his body began to re-solidify, and in the moment when the various weapons fell, a blood-colored phantom rose up, shaking the weapons around him back.

Immortal Soul Body! Blood Shadow Maniah!

This is the true combat power of the mad demon, the strongest stunt shared by the sixth-order cultivator, the immortal soul body.

"Immortal in slaughter, rampant in pools of blood...... The blood-colored mad demon is nothing more than ......" Ling Xian'er's piano sound gradually became urgent, the eighteen weapons were reintegrated, and the phantom fairy behind him opened a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, and then looked at Ling Xian'er, who had already closed his eyes.

"Broken intestines!" A touch of blood red fell on the qin, and the fairy and the fairy's jade fingers slashed together.

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