The Khitan monk smiled and said, "What kind of ability is it to fight two and one? I will also join in the fun, although it is ......."

The white-haired old woman said angrily: "You just go and arrest the one surnamed Yang, and the two of them will be handed over to me, you don't have to interfere." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The Khitan monk was very embarrassed, he knew that a master like the white-haired old woman would not let others interfere in her battle, so he nodded stupidly, walked towards Yang Xianmao, and said, "My brother died because of you, if you hadn't fled to Bald Mountain, he wouldn't have been crushed to death by the hail falling from the sky." After the princess kills you in a while to take revenge, I will have to cut a fucking hundred and eighty knives on your corpse to vent the hatred in my heart. Now, you quickly kneel down, lest Lao Tzu do it. ”

After Yang Xianmao gave the ghost puppet an order to continue attacking the white-haired old woman with his mind, he raised his hand, and a coiling dragon golden spear appeared in his hand, pointing at the Khitan monk.

The Khitan monk was stunned for a moment, looked Yang Xianmao up and down, and said with a happy face: "Where is this gun of yours hidden? Could it be that you have a legendary storage bag on you? Great, hand it over quickly, maybe Lao Tzu can give you a good time." ”

Wende's weak voice came from afar: "What the are you talking about? The old lady is going to torture him to death, oops, it hurts me to death......"

The Khitan monk was a little embarrassed, slowly pulled out a single knife from his waist, pointed at Yang Xianmao, and suddenly screamed and slashed over, of course, he slashed at Yang Xianmao's shoulder. If you want to live, you can't cut off his head.

Yang Xianmao used the Yang family's marksmanship to fight with the other party, the Khitan monk is a seventh-level powerhouse, Yang Xianmao is just a sixth-level primary, and the gap in the level is worlds apart, so Yang Xianmao is not an opponent at all, relying on the exquisite marksmanship of the Yang family, and the five birds and deer play skills are fast, especially if the other party wants to catch it alive, he will not kill him, so he supported dozens of moves and was not caught.

In the fierce battle, Yang Xianmao glanced over and saw that the white-haired old woman was fighting fiercely with the snake fairy girl and the ghost puppet. The snake fairy girl had already made up her mind to fight with the other party, so she also supported dozens of moves without being injured. And Yang Xianmao's ghost puppet had already received his orders, and he repeatedly attacked the white-haired old woman like crazy. The white-haired old woman knocked it out again and again, and it became a rolling gourd, but it got up and rushed up again without fear of death.

The white-haired old woman's martial arts are extremely strong, and she no longer needs a blade to fight against others, so she never carries a blade on her body. But the ghost puppet is extremely tough, and it can't be beaten or killed at all. The most important thing is that the joints of its hands and feet are also extremely tough, and it can't be done with bare hands at all.

The white-haired old woman was so angry that she couldn't help it, but she couldn't make a noise and asked the seventh-level Khitan monk to cut off the hands and feet of the ghost puppet with a single knife, so that he couldn't move, she couldn't lose this face, so she could only beat the ghost puppet away again and again with a gloomy face like hitting a sandbag.

When the white-haired old woman was fighting with the snake fairy girl and fighting with the ghost puppet, Wende's voice came from behind her, very impatient: "You old fellow, didn't you say that your skills are very high? Why haven't these two wastes been taken down, what can you do? Hurry up and refuel!"

The white-haired old woman was scolded by her and her face turned red, her eyes were full of fierce light, and she swept the ghost puppet more than ten feet away with a whirlwind leg again, and then quickly ejected, and attacked the snake fairy girl who was retreating rapidly at a very fast speed, and she wanted to kill the snake fairy girl in one fell swoop before the ghost puppet rushed up to entangle her again.

The snake fairy girl also noticed this, and immediately retreated like a meteor.

However, the old woman followed her like a shadow, and attacked continuously with both hands, as fast as lightning, and finally after a series of moves, she slammed her palm and hit the chest of the snake fairy girl, causing her to flip and fight in the air, and then fell in an arc from mid-air, fell heavily on the grass, bounced out, fell again, and rolled in a series of tumbles in the mass grave, and finally stopped and did not move after the blood in her mouth spurted wildly.

As the white-haired old woman pursued the snake fairy, the ghost golem quickly chased after the white-haired old woman like a shadow, and slapped her on the back of the heart with a palm. The white-haired old woman knew that if she turned around and took it hard, she would lose the opportunity and not be able to hurt the snake fairy girl. She gritted her teeth and took the ghost puppet's palm, and at the same time seriously injured the snake fairy with her palm.

When the ghost golem was about to make a second palm, the white-haired old woman turned around in time, flew up with a kick, and kicked the ghost golem again like a projectile through the night sky, and fell heavily into the grass on the other side.

The white-haired old woman took it hard, and was beaten by the ghost puppet's palm, and the Venus in front of her was chaotic. The ghost puppet was an eighth-level powerhouse in the end, and she didn't resist it with all her might, so she suffered a lot of internal injuries, and couldn't help but be furious, gritting her teeth and saying: "The old lady doesn't believe it, I can't dismantle you without a knife!"

The white-haired old woman fell swiftly from the air to the golem in the grass, and at the same time, reaching out to grab the golem's head, she wanted to catch the golem and break his neck.

But just as her hand was about to grab the golem, the golem disappeared out of thin air.

It turned out that Yang Xianmao was fighting fiercely with the seventh-level Khitan powerhouse, but he had been paying attention to the battle here, and found that this white-haired old woman was going to poison the ghost puppet, Yang Xianmao knew that the ghost puppet was definitely not the old woman's opponent, rather than letting it be destroyed in the hands of the other party now, it was better to take it back first and have a backup, so he immediately summoned the ghost puppet back to the storage bag with his mind.

The white-haired old woman was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to look at Yang Xianmao, and said with a sneer: "It turns out that it is really a ghost puppet, you took it back? Could it be that you really have a storage bag? I can't see that you kid has a lot of treasures." Okay, okay, give me all these things, and I may be able to make your death a little more comfortable. ”

After that, his body was vertical, and he arrived in front of Yang Xianmao in an instant, and said to the Khitan monk in a cold voice: "What a waste, let me come!"

The Khitan monk fought fiercely with Yang Xianmao for dozens of rounds, and he didn't take down the other party, seeing that the other party was only a sixth-level primary, and he was a seventh-level high-level, he couldn't restrain the opponent by continuously performing tricks, and he really couldn't hold his face back. Hearing the white-haired old woman say this, she felt even more ashamed, and in a rage, she didn't care if she would kill Yang Xianmao, she shouted violently, and the single knife in her hand used all her strength, with a terrifying purple aura, enveloping Yang Xianmao's entire body, and the shadow of the knife also changed into countless pieces, cutting off all Yang Xianmao's retreats.

This trick is his famous stunt, and I don't know how many people died under this trick.

As soon as this move was used, I saw a flash of light in the eyes of the white-haired old woman, and the two palms suddenly burst out with a black breath, condensed into a huge palm, supported under the countless knife shadows, and at the same time flipped over and swept fiercely, like a big broom, swept firmly on the Khitan monk, and beat him into a rolling gourd, rolling out more than ten steps away, and the single knife in his hand did not know where to fly.

The white-haired old woman sneered and said, "How dare you not listen to my old man's words? ”

As soon as he said this, he felt a strong wind blow behind him. She didn't look back and knew that it was Yang Xianmao attacking, she turned around suddenly, flicked the sleeves of her robe, and with a bang, she shook the coiling dragon golden gun that Yang Xianmao swept over and flew out. At the same time, his right palm was like a spiritual snake, and a slam palm hit Yang Xianmao's chest and abdomen, hitting him like a meteorite cutting through the night sky, falling far away more than ten zhang away, and drawing a deep groove on the ground, until it was blocked by a tomb bag, it stopped.

The white-haired old woman was prestigious, so this palm had already used eighty percent of its strength, and it shook Yang Xianmao's palm and cracked the tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed. Yang Xianmao's whole body was full of qi and blood, and a mouthful of blood was almost spurting out, so he forcibly endured it, leaned on the grave bag, and stared at the white-haired old woman who was approaching step by step.

The white-haired old woman walked up to Yang Xianmao and said with some curiosity: "You kid is still quite beaten, I thought this palm could knock you unconscious." Well, what else can you do, don't say I didn't give you a chance. ”

With a flicker, the Khitan warrior also rushed to Yang Xianmao's side, and said to the white-haired old woman with a smile: "The predecessor's martial arts are world-famous, and he shook this kid down with one move." He's lost his resistance, so it's up to me to capture him. ”

After that, he stretched out his hand to move forward, but he grabbed the storage bag on Yang Xianmao's waist.

However, when his palm stretched out into the air, it was held by an invisible force, and he could no longer move forward for half a minute. When he was shocked in his heart, he looked sideways and saw the white-haired old woman raising her palm, emitting an invisible vitality to block him. At the same time, he said with a gloomy face: "You want to rob me?"

The Khitan monk suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. But the storage bag is a treasure, and he is really unwilling to see that he can't get it, so he has to work hard. But now I find that even if I try my best, I am not the opponent of the white-haired old woman at all, and if I don't do it well, I will not only bring humiliation on myself, but also may lose my life. The old woman was so vicious that she had seen it with her own eyes.

At that moment, the Khitan monk hurriedly said in a panic: "The old-timers have misunderstood, I just want to do it for the seniors and catch this kid." I don't dare to take a single bit of everything on him, it's all yours from the old-timers. ”

After he said this, he felt that the mysterious power that supported his body was gradually withdrawn, he quickly put his hand back, took two steps back, swallowed his saliva unwillingly, looked at Yang Xianmao's storage bag, and thought that he didn't know what treasures there were in it, but it fell into the hands of the other party, and he didn't even get any benefits, which was really unlucky.

The white-haired old woman was not afraid of him, but was a little worried about Wende's idea of this storage bag in the distance.

She squinted at Wende, and saw that she was lying motionless on her stomach on the grave bag dozens of feet away, presumably not lightly injured, and the previous few words were just a strong support. At this moment, with Wende's eyesight, it is estimated that she can't see so far, and she doesn't know what she found from Yang Xianmao Mountain. This storage bag is very small, hidden on her body, and the spirit Princess Wende should not be aware of it, so she has already made up her mind to engulf Yang Xianmao's storage bag, including the ghost puppet in the storage bag, which is also coveted by him, that thing is level eight at the same time, and the defense is super high.

Therefore, she slowly stretched out her right hand to pick up the storage bag on Yang Xianmao's waist.

Yang Xianmao forced her left hand to block her hand, but she grabbed her wrist with a bang. The old woman sneered and said, "At this time, you still want to be stubborn? With that, his left hand grabbed the storage bag around his waist again.

Yang Xianmao seemed to have exhausted his last strength, holding on, and used his right hand to block his left hand.

The white-haired old woman was angry, and with a bang, she grabbed his blocked wrist again, twisted her hands vigorously, and said, "Believe it or not, my old man will break your hands first, and then take the treasure from your waist?"

That's what Yang Xianmao wants.

Now, with the arms of the two sides in direct contact, he immediately urged the Yin and Yang True Fire to launch the final general attack.