"Tight, tight, tight!"

Helian Ling's eyes burst with essence, and he put his hands on his chest with a mudra, gritting his teeth and continuing to chant the incantation.

"Tight, tight, tight! Isn't it tight, aunt fairy? ”

There was a milky sound at her feet, and she subconsciously looked down to see the little beast looking up at her.

Wasn't this little beast by Jun Qianxi's side at the beginning? Why is it all of a sudden that she's here?

Her gaze moved to her lower body again, hesitating, her attention was all focused on Duanmu Ming, and she didn't know when her legs were tied with a thick red rope.

The other end of the rope is held in the small claws of the little beast.

"Tight, tight, tight!"

The little beast beast shouted like her, and then clenched the rope in his hand and pulled it hard, Helian Ling's legs that had been flying away were suddenly tightened, and he fell to the ground with an exclamation.

"Tight, tight!"

The little beast kept muttering, quickly pulling the rope to tie up, and in the blink of an eye, Helian Ling was tied into a very strange posture, and the two lumps on his chest had been stretched and exposed.

"Little Dragon Dragon, lift it up and hang it on that tree!"

Mo Bing immediately turned into Jackie Chan, picked up the rope in the hand of the little beast and pulled Helian Ling into the air, hanging on the top of the towering dead tree.

A group of vultures happened to fly from the dead tree, looking at Helian Ling with glowing eyes, and immediately flew to her side and pecked at her chest after Mo Bing left.

The little beast slapped its little paws and grimaced at the man who kept yelling in midair.

Hmph, don't think that you're the only one who has a rope, and the little beasts have it, and it's even more powerful than yours.

Seeing this situation, Ling Gongzi on the side immediately took out his weapon and aimed it at Duanmu Ming and slashed it.

He is smart this time, he didn't cut at Jun Qianxi, otherwise you won't be able to find the north with one move.

He thought that as long as he killed Duanmu Ming while he was still trapped, Jun Qianxi, the woman, would have nothing to rely on, wouldn't it be easy to kill?

But he didn't want to think about it, which green onion was he that could kill Duanmu Ming?

Just as he swung his sword at Duanmu Ming, the momentum on Duanmu Ming's body suddenly soared, and a gray aura flooded from his body and wrapped the holy rope on his body.

In other words, what magic weapon in the world is not composed of aura? What waves can it stir up against the strange gas that can devour the aura?

With a "bang", the bundle of holy ropes was shaken open, and at this time, Ling Gongzi's sword was less than an inch away from his heart.

Duanmu raised his hand without changing his face, clamping it as the tip of the sword pierced his shirt.

Ling Gongzi's advancing figure was suddenly stopped, and he watched the demonic pupils with a light smile in front of him slowly dilate, and there was a look of fear in them.

Duanmu Ming's wrist turned, and the sword of the Holy Realm rank gradually bent under his liliang, and then broke with a "Zheng" sound.

Ling Gongzi was awakened by this harsh voice, and he hurriedly retreated, his face was pale, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes.

Duanmu Ming threw the broken sword in his hand into the air, swiped his fingers lightly in front of him, and controlled the broken sword body to fly towards Ling Gongzi.

"Ahh

The first fell on his chest, deep visible ribs.

Ling Gongzi's screams rang out, and this was just the beginning.

The broken sword danced along Duanmu Ming's fingers and flew around Ling Gongzi's body.

One after another fell on Ling Gongzi's body, and every time he fell, he could see the bones of Sen Bai.