If the wind didn't think about it, how fast the body would pass through nowhere, open the heart, and want to find Xiao Sheng's traces.

However, no matter what he sought, he felt no traces. This left him without reverence. He looked at the place where the Tianlong brothers and Lin Jing were fighting, turned around, and then fled.

"Little bald donkey, do you want to go?"

A sharp claw grabbed him out of the air, and then he went home. Without warning, a cold hum came to him. If the wind starts at first, it will be struck by sharp twists without being hit by an unbeatable attack.

He stopped in horror and shouted loudly, flying around him with an unseen, violent breath, his hands grasping the quick claws at the same time.

However, just as the opponent grabbed the claws, there was a sharp pain from behind. If the wind howls miserably and wants to turn around, it will be too late.

The opponent was suddenly empty and tied up, that sharp claw was a ghost, and the attack from behind his back was real!

If the wind doesn't have time to see the wound, he rushes forward, saliva running straight to the ground.

It was then that he saw a blurry, near-transparent body pat, slowly appear in the mid-air where he had just stopped.

What the hell is this, and why is it so weird?!

Watching Xiao Sheng disappear in the middle again, Ruofeng's feeling was exciting.

The wound on his back caused him indescribable pain, and he felt that the damage caused by the claws was extremely heavy. If he hadn't reacted so quickly, his claws alone could have broken his spine.

Critical Blow!

A pair of wrists, a golden Fudan appeared in the palm of his hand. If the wind doesn't hesitate to put it in his mouth, he wants to take the time to heal his wounds.

But just as Fudan was about to enter the door, the wind suddenly blew and he heard laughter and laughter. Then, Fudan, who was staring at his mouth, said that it disappeared inexplicably.

If the wind was frightened, he shouted angrily, "What is the best thing to hide? Is there any way to beat the monk to death?"

"If Lin Jing doesn't kill you for the book, will the little bald donkey think he's dead? Stay here honestly and don't affect Lin Su. If not, Mercedes swallowed it!"

Mr. Xiao smiled slightly, he couldn't find any trace of it from all directions, and he couldn't find any trace of Ruofeng.

His face was so blue that he wouldn't dare if he wanted to lean against his neck. He could only listen to Mr. Xiao and stand on the restored ground.

But not far away, Lin Jing and Tianlong's bodies were entangled together, and the swordsmanship swept across the world, fighting the world.

A landslide, a mountain pass was razed to the ground, and in an instant, within 30 square meters, it had completely become the battlefield of the two wars.

Look at this, if the wind suddenly has a sense of happiness, he was going to leave just now.

"My Buddha said that all demons use Shanghua! It means Vajra, and there is no devil's fist!"

The nagging and singing in the mouth of the dragon, accompanied by the recitation of the Buddha with the music ball, a series of terrifying gorilla phantoms appeared all over the dragon's body.

Many gorillas roar together, and every day their heads follow the forest.

Lin also refers to the whole sword, the shot is as fast as electricity in the middle, depending on the situation, he does not let him sneer: "The fake Buddha said that he can't even understand the mind and nature, and even delusion" refers to the deer like a horse, how good is it to be a mouth!

Racha!

A roar, like a deafening trembling sound, supposedly to drown out the dragon's cry.

The ape shot disappeared and the sky cleared again.

The dragon's face remained unchanged and continued to chant: "My Buddha is compassionate, here is the embodiment of the world, and those who do not understand will definitely be punished by the Buddha......!"

Issue!

Ji You's fist likes to center on him and turns into a wave that spreads in all directions. The vitality of heaven and earth seemed to be under control, and the bee tribe poured into the dragon's body.

Without arms and legs, he stretched out of his body, and the next moment he was incarnate... A huge ape roared into heaven.

"Shake"!

An atmosphere of violence and framing radiates from the inside out. Tenryu's eyes were red, and his fist was outstretched.

Heaven and earth soon disappeared in front of their eyes.

If the wind stands in the distance, it will only feel the great turmoil of the spirit, and it will involuntarily turn to the laws of the mind, and the blow it will not suffer is like boxing.

At the same time, his heart was filled with a storm. Tenryu's punch was not aimed at him, although compared to the ball. But he didn't know how much Lin Asu would be hurt.

At this time, he suddenly felt a little worried. If Brother Long killed Lin Jing on the spot with one punch, would the miracle of the Eight Heavenly Dragons be impossible?

He was worried that it would not be long before he was born and lost his voice.

I only saw that the place full of such a punch suddenly became a little brighter.

How bright it was, flying, without words, quickly occupied all his thoughts.

It's true!

It was like the sound of rags and silk that gave us the idea of resisting the blow without any signs of shattering. Open it.

Lightning-fast swordsmanship sliced through the air for dozens of feet. In an instant, the air field around the dragon's body was pierced until he rushed to the eyebrow hole.

"A sword like this! a lightning sword like this!"

In a trance, if the wind had only heard the dragon crying out in fear and fear, it was something he had never heard, and when he awoke, in the center of that sword, he was surprised to see the dragon standing stiff in the distance.

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A radiant pillar of time was filtering through his eyebrows.

That was the sword qi released by Lin Jing!

How is this possible?

If the wind suddenly has a feeling of spinning around, the sword loves it!

Lin Jing realized that this sword was very fond of it! The sword aura was like lightning, and the blue light was everywhere. Even a blind person can distinguish this lightning sword.

How the hell did this guy come to know the Lightning Sword?

He couldn't imagine what the Celestial Dragon Brothers were feeling at the moment. Rather, he is himself. Suddenly, he wanted to cry.

Who knew that the Eight Dragons Fairy was not Lin Zhaiqiang's power? This damn thing, his most powerful means, would be like a sword!

A martial artist who has just entered the stage of the master realm has achieved the artistic conception that only a master can have, which is a kind of irony for the desperate people who entered the middle stage of the master in the Jin Dynasty.

Poof!

If the wind can no longer control the jealousy and loss in the heart, a sweet blood has been blown far away.

After Lin Jing and Xuanbing finished the battle, they looked at Tianlong coldly, Tianlong liked to use a sword and didn't dare to move half a move. He said casually: "The internal defects of the Buddha have nothing to do with the book. As for the Eight Miracles of the Heavenly Dragon, if you wish, you can go to their Tibetan temple and ask for help. Even this time, if you dare to disturb Mercedes next time, don't blame Mercedes for being ruthless!"

Hey!

Dozens of sword qi were quietly missing something, Lin Jing put down the front, turned around, and said to the empty space: "Xiaosheng, let's go!"

With a laughing response, the sad Ruofeng revealed Mr. Xiao's beautiful face when he saw a ball that had suddenly surged around him for a while.

Lin Jing flashed on her body, and she had already swept half of the sky. He beckoned to Mr. Shaw, and both of them flew back into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, their body slapping disappeared from T's sight.

Tianlong's answer upset Ruofeng. He looked serious and said, "Of course, since he is not a violent man, the poor monk does not mind going to hell." In fact, if I don't go to hell, who will! For the sake of the Buddha's talents, even with the name of a villain, the poor monks admit it!

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