The gray hair swept like a glacial barb, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and the big hands were covered like mountains, and they did not die. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the midst of the chaos of the void, an ocean of Force force gushed out, drowning the surrounding space.

Niu Niu cried in fear, and the little wolf raised her head weakly, but as if she couldn't lift up her strength, she trembled, and the snow still fell unconscious.

Bad and the bottle are in full swing, and they can't separate the little monk Huizhi and the magic nine needles to shake the wheat mangdi, so they can only take care of the three-sided situation between the third son and Wu Meiniang, but the third son can't get a heavy hand, and he was entangled for a while.

The three of Niu Niu were like weak stones, swept by the glacial barbs, smashed by the mountains, and their lives were on the verge of death.

A snow-white tender hand appeared in the glacier without warning, and under the mountain, it seemed to carry infinite power, directly shattering the glacier barbs, and then rising upwards and colliding with the mountain.

The mountains are like stones shot by a slingshot, and they are swept back like heavy blows.

A striking wound appeared in the palm of the big hand, the wound was white and bloodless, and it was extremely weird.

Old Eunuch Xu snorted coldly, and the force was like a blowout, and the barbs rose directly into the sky, turning into a hundred-zhang waterfall, and vowed to kill Xueluo, Niuniu and the little wolf with the power of ten thousand jun.

The Futu monk on the side did not show weakness, did not look at the wound in the palm of his hand at all, and while taking a step forward, the momentum on his body rose sharply, and his hands turned into two Futu, and slammed into the snow-white tender hand.

Black Mountain, the owner of the white tender little hands, took a step without fear, standing in front of the three of them like Xueluo, like a god's mansion, his left hand was raised, and a dazzling demon light rushed straight to the Baizhang Waterfall.

The snow-white and pink right hand clenched into a fist, and actually ignored the two floating slaughters that fell from the sky, and greeted them without any fancy feelings, not knowing what the expression of the face hidden in the cloak was.

The old eunuch Xu roared angrily, increased the force, and tried in vain to strangle the four of them together in one fell swoop, and the monks recited Buddhist scriptures, and one by one the scriptures like copying the avenue were blessed on the two floating temples, and the two floating temples became more and more real, as real.

A dazzling demonic light penetrated the Baizhang Waterfall, stirring it to pieces, like chicken feathers flying in the sky, scattered in a sprinkled manner.

A snow-white and pink fist slammed into a floating slaughter with great speed, one floating slaughter was full of cracks, and the other floating slaughter smashed directly into the black mountain's skull, but it was intercepted by the dazzling demon light and shattered halfway.

In the midst of a miserable scream, two cold snorts came out one after another, and a two-foot pit suddenly appeared in the col, and it was a mess.

The old eunuch Xu, who let out a miserable scream, stepped back with his head scattered, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his gray hair was like a dog shedding hair, scattered all over the ground, and became stingy.

The Futu monk took two steps back with a cold snort, and the wounds on his hands were white without a trace of blood.

Black Mountain snorted coldly, kicked back three steps, shook his body, and finally stood still, and the three of them were still behind her, unscathed.

Montenegro is alone, fighting against the two great immortal cultivation masters of the old eunuch Xu and the Futu monk, although the Futu monk has not recovered from his serious injuries, but after all, he is a god realm figure, how can he be measured by ordinary people's eyes.

Montenegro: It's against the rhythm of the sky.

Black Mountain stood in front of the three of them in the snowfall, and his somewhat petite body was like a big mountain, and no one could climb over it.

Niuniu stopped crying, and suddenly felt that this usually taciturn guy who didn't move most of the time was reliable and safe.

The little wolf finally lowered his head, as if relieved, and stopped struggling weakly.

"Blood Drinking Demon Knife, are you a demon clan?"

The Futu monk looked at the small knife that emitted a demonic light in Black Mountain's hand, and his whole body was blood-red, and then looked at his own bloodless hands, and asked suspiciously, his tone was unprecedentedly important.

Under the black robe, Montenegro responded as if he had never heard it, and still responded with silence.

From the beginning to the present, except for a cold snort, Montenegro has been silent, full of personality and mysterious.

"Hmph, isn't it a blood-drinking demon knife, kill it, take it and find out!"

I don't know when, Li Yuanqi, who has the titles of Prince of the Tang Dynasty and the Holy Son of Daomen, appeared behind the old eunuch Xu, frowned, raised his chin, and said arrogantly.

"What the prince said is very true!"

The old eunuch Xu agreed very much, and did not turn around to give a salute, and his gray hair fluttered again, turning into thousands of ice needles, and a red line flickered around his ten fingers, exuding the smell of blood.

Old Eunuch Xu finally tried his best.

Old Eunuch Xu is like a moving glacier, with thousands of ice needles on his body, and a bloody red line is like a churning blood-colored demon dragon in the glacier, enveloping and devouring Montenegro with roar and blood.

Black Mountain let out a cold snort again, and the Blood Drinking Demon Sword in his hand was dazzling and dazzling, hovering and fighting with the blood-colored demon dragon in the glacier.

Thousands of ice needles were silently cut off by the aftermath, and the churning blood-colored demon dragon roared angrily, and the blood was released.

The Blood Drinking Demon Knife was still unstoppable, slashing again and again with incredible speed, as if it was about to cut off heaven and earth.

At the same time, Li Yuanqi frowned, his chin raised, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his arrogant expression, as if he was blaming Old Eunuch Xu for stealing the limelight from him.

However, the hint of displeasure disappeared in an instant, and no one seemed to notice.

Since it is over, there is no reason not to make a move, after all, what the father wants to see is the corpse all over the ground, not that someone is still standing and resisting.

Li Yuanqi stretched out his hand, and a sword in his hand emitted thousands of colors, like a dazzling sun, and his body moved towards the motionless Black Mountain Cover.

The Futu monk who kept flashing in his eyes seemed to be hesitating, and the corner of his eyes hurriedly swept over Wu Lan, who had already joined the fight, and saw that he and Wu Meiniang had joined forces, and they actually forced the third son to be in a hurry, and the defeat was already revealed.

As if he had made up his mind, the monk no longer hesitated, and with a Buddha call, thousands of Buddha lights rose up in his body, and countless scripture symbols cast his body, which was extremely sacred.

"I am a floating slaughter, suppressing everything in the world, and going to heaven and slaughter!"

With the Futu monk drinking lightly, among the thousands of Buddha lights and scriptures, the Futu monk flew up and turned into a floating Buddha that reached the sky, connected to the sky and the earth below, towering, filling the space around the body and suppressing everything.

Black Mountain was still strong in the storm, and with the arrival of the Heavenly Floating Massacre, his body trembled involuntarily, as if he had been under a thousand pressures.

"Little Doyle!"

Montenegro, who had been silent, suddenly shouted, and Xiao Doyle's three words were like a demon, attacking in all directions.

Li Yuanqi, who was bathed in the dazzling sun, bore the brunt of it, as if he was being drunk as a stick, his head fell back suddenly, and his body fell involuntarily, like a sunset.

The old eunuch Xu thousands of ice needles drifted away, kicked backwards, and the blood-colored demon dragon in the ice river seemed to be castrated, drooping his head, unable to raise his head.

The glacier was torn through a huge gap, and the Blood-Drinking Demon Knife was nowhere to be seen.