"Thank you Nonoray, dasisy, I'm not a beauty! Classmates、Bay ぜ Bay classmates、Prepare for it?? Classmate's pink~! Thank you for the tips of Ning Yu, Kazehua Sakura, Demon Ice Moon, and Singing Song~! Okay, our station has finally been taken, and Yiyi's classmates have also left the legend of eight battles and eight deaths in Wanxian Palace, cough cough, it's much more ruthless than what eight stars and eight arrows~~~~~"

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The flame burning on the Red Flame Fox instantly dimmed, and he fell to the ground with blood.

Ghost slash!

The gusts of yin wind are whistling, the ghosts are full of shadows, the blood-threaded ghost sword butterfly flashes between the real and the void, and the spirit sword burning with ghost fire in his hand dances brilliantly, like an elf jumping between flowers, light and very beautiful.

But this beauty is accompanied by an incredible, sharp killing force.

The speed is so fast that people can't catch traces, only dazzling phantoms, and the increasing number of bone-piercing sword marks on the body......

A blood flower exploded in his chest, and the flying sword sank straight into his body and intercepted on his heart.

The blood-sucking effect appeared, the face of the ink-dyed clothes was as bright as a peach blossom, and the golden pill was running wildly, instantly decomposing and absorbing this pure energy......

"The significance of this battle is heavy, and the little woman is not allowed to keep her hand, Daoyou ......" Mo Dye Yi said uneasily, holding the hand of the spirit bow, and the reddened cheeks made her look very cramped.

The monk on the opposite side opened his eyes and fell unwillingly.

"Hanyu Palace, win!"

There was a sigh on the field, such a strong spirit pet, even if his personal strength is not good, he can be regarded as a strong person.

From beginning to end, this woman named Mo Dye Yi only raised her hand to shoot an arrow, and it was this sword that shot the opponent who was also in the Jindan period to death!

The heads of the audience were full of exclamation marks.

It's too strong!

There is such a spirit butterfly with a nether attribute, or a sword butterfly among spirit butterflies. Life. Lonely as snow, there is no more pursuit!

Everyone's eyes were focused on the body of the bloodshot ghost sword butterfly, full of admiration, jealousy, envy, and hatred......

Only the sect of the dead monk, after examining the corpse, turned its gaze to the body of the ink-dyed robe.

Needless to say, the accuracy of that arrow is the key to strength.

The heart goggles on the chest were completely ruined. Piercing through the center, cracking inch by inch to the edge, and the moment exposed to the air, it shatters into a piece of debris.

What kind of power does it take to do this?

This moment. Everyone understood, it's not that Hanyu Palace wants to change the style, and sends a sword cultivator who is holding a bow, but in fact, he is still shooting a sword, yes, these guys are the body cultivators of the root and Miao Hong, whether it is with a fist. Still with a sword, you can't change this fact.

This kind of strength can only be achieved by physical cultivation.

They've underestimated the enemy!

I thought that a delicate and weak little girl came up, but I didn't expect that this little woman's natal spiritual pet was so powerful, and she was still a Jindan stage of physical cultivation!

"Behind is the Manifestation True Sect, let's take a look."

The crowd nodded, quietly restraining the deceased, with different thoughts.

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Today's Shangli Arena. It is destined to become the stage of the bloodshot ghost sword butterfly.

The strength is not as good as it, and under the eye of Tongyou, there is no half resistance ability.

The soul burns with a sword strike, and the soul disappears.

The ghost shadow is slashed continuously, the shape is like a ghost, and a sword is as fast as a sword, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Sword Butterfly wins with dexterous speed, but is slightly lacking in strength, and changes into a ghost sword butterfly with a rare nether attribute. This greatly compensates for the lack of this. The attack is fast and hateful, hurting the body and soul. It's really tough.

Coupled with the fact that its owner shoots arrows from time to time to harass the enemy, it can be called the best partner.

Several sects took turns to fight, and they all folded their swords under the blood-threaded ghost sword butterfly sword, and the people in the entire venue were in an uproar.

The news of the internal integration of the Hanyu Palace a few days ago spread rapidly, and the main content was not the integration, but the person who integrated, it was the woman standing on the field today, with the ink-dyed clothes of the blood-stained ghost sword butterfly!

"Fight alone, how dare you?" A middle-aged monk stood on the field.

At this time, the sects participating in the competition for Thousand Cliff Mountain had already taken turns to fight, and what made everyone marvel was that the ink-dyed clothes of the Hanyu Palace were still standing on it.

Seven sects, thirty-five Jindan monks, and Mo Dye Yi alone solved as many as seven, and this number is still rising......

Mo dyed clothes squinted, the fat girl arrogantly brandished the spirit sword to the old man opposite, muttered with a small mouth, and the little eyes were called a provocation, as if to say, wait a minute, make you look good!

Dying?

Mo Dye Yi thought it was funny, these people really thought that without the bloodshot ghost sword butterfly, she would let them slaughter?

"Okay." She said softly, raised her hand, and withdrew the fat girl who was jumping in anger into the spirit sealing ring.

The eyes of the people in the audience are going to pop out.

This...... Isn't that stupid?

How can anyone commit such a crime, people say that you are asked to collect the spirit pet, you will accept the spirit pet, people tell you to stand there honestly and wait to cut, you also wait?

"Haha! Well, although Daoyou is a woman, she still has some blood! The middle-aged monk was overjoyed, but he still pretended to be like this, typical of getting cheap and selling well.

The woman across from him smiled shyly, as if she had a thin skin and was very unpraised.

Bloody?

She slowly raised the spirit bow, the corners of her lips were beautifully curled, of course she had blood, and she had even more blood!

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Mark of Thunder!

The light blue thunderball kept rubbing out of the palm of the hand, and flew towards the opponent at an extremely slow speed.

The middle-aged monk sneered, sure enough, without the Nether Butterfly, this woman is nothing, this palm thunderball only needs to look at it to know, the attack power is very limited, if the speed is faster, it may also play a role in disrupting the line of sight, and now it is so slow, he even has time to wait until the thunderball is close and then turn sideways a little.

Seeing that the thunderball was about to fly closer.

Ink-dyed clothes raised the spirit bow, drew the bowstring, and shot!

The action is done in one go.

Countless arrows flew away, one step faster than those thunderballs.

It is the super-large range of ink-dyed clothes without dead angles - scattering!

Slow thunderball. In a rain of arrows. Exploded all at once.

Bounce bounce!

The middle-aged monk had never been through such a battle, and he panicked all of a sudden, and in the process of dodging the flying arrows, he was hit countless times by the thunderballs that bounced rapidly in the arrows, and his body was covered with light blue thunder marks......

Scatter!

Scatter!

Scatter!

Three rounds of scattering were released in succession, and the man was like a lonely leaf fluttering in the wind. Falling in the stream with nine turns and eighteen bends, he was repulsed by critical blows and dizzy ravages by heavy arrows without a temper.

Thunder bursts!

"Bang bang ......"

A series of thunderbolts roared in the rain of arrows.

The ink-dyed clothes were afraid that the other party would not die, and the three strings were full in unison. Three flying swords "swished" out, piercing the monk's throat almost simultaneously.

The effect of armor piercing was too sharp, and the fragile neck couldn't stop the three killing gods, and they penetrated through it, and it directly disappeared into the protective shield around the entrance ground.

Ink-dyed clothes coughed lightly, and didn't look over the corner for a moment.

What, I used too much force. She hadn't thought about leaving a whole corpse......

In other words, how thick can a person's neck be, and when three flying swords pass through, is it possible for the neck to keep coming?

It has to be!

"Whew!" I don't know who shouted first in the Hanyu Palace, breaking the silence for a moment.

After that, wolf-like screams continued to be heard from this remote area.

"Senior Sister is mighty!" A Zhantang disciple's face turned red and shouted hoarsely.

All the disciples of the Battle Hall, like a cannon battle that was detonated in an instant, erupted into waves of sounds.

"Senior Sister is mighty!"

"Long live Senior Sister!"

"Senior sister is amazing!"

"Senior sister is so beautiful!"

"Senior sister is so beautiful that people are angry! Be extremely tragic! ”

……

Everyone in the room was sweating.

Saying. The momentum of the strong is broken by the crooked building that makes two mistakes on the one hand and makes nonsense on the other.

Everyone watched as the woman who was blushing like a peach and almost wanted to hide her face and run away.

The face of the ink-dyed clothes was very red, not ashamed, but angry.

These two goods, they have itchy skin for a day less, what is so beautiful that people are angry and resentful, and they are miserable?

Is that a description of beauty/? It's to describe an ugly woman, right? It has to be the kind of peerless ugly girl who can't eat for thirty years!

Ink-dyed clothes don't stand on the stake anymore. The venue was vacant, but eerie. No one went up again.

In addition to the Hanyu Palace, the other six families had a tacit understanding to get together in one place, have a brief conversation, and inform the Wanxian Palace of the results.

They quit!

Don't fight, don't rob, don't play with madmen!

That's right, in their eyes, the master and apprentice of Zhai Bufu and Mo Dye Yi are a pair of out-and-out madmen.

With the scale of the Cold Jade Palace, one wormhole city is enough for them to be busy, and they still want to try to Qianya Mountain?

Yes!

Don't you want to?

I'll give you Hanyu Palace!

They want to see what the Hanyu Palace guards and why it guards!

They can't afford to provoke this pair of madmen and apprentices who will kill people, but a sect cannot be supported by just two people.

When the insect tide comes, even the sects of nearly 10,000 people can't stop it, let alone the Hanyu Palace!

Once Thousand Cliff Mountain and Wormhole Fang City are lost again, they don't have to wait for thirty years, and they will have another chance to take the Thousand Cliff Mountain station.

"The station of Thousand Cliff Mountain belongs to the Cold Jade Palace." The people of the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace announced loudly.

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