No matter how big the screen around Fanyin is, or how many people are in the screen, as long as she moves her eyes slightly, the mosquitoes and flies on the other side of the screen can be caught by her.

"Nasty ghost! let yourself be careless! You know that you have no fear if you rely on your skills, right? Look! It's hurt! stupid!" Fanyin scolded in her heart. Although he didn't make a sound, Bei Ming felt that the sky had descended from the sky, and the person who made him miss day and night finally opened his mouth to him and spoke, as if he had heard her complain about him with his own ears. Bei Ming felt a pain in his heart, but he felt a sigh of relief, and a trace of tenderness flowed through his heart. His tense countenance unfolded for the first time in days.

I saw Beiming's lips move slightly, and he said silently: "I'm sorry, Fanyin, I," he paused, "My fault." Bei Ming said as he looked closely into Fanyin's eyes, wondering if she could notice his movements, after all, the screen was too small, and they were too far away.

Fanyin's eyes moved, and she suddenly blinked twice, thinking in her heart, "How did he know that I scolded him?" She tilted her head slightly, and quietly looked at the shadow screen not far in the air.

Bei Ming immediately noticed Fanyin's small movements, and he was sure that she had seen him. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, "My wolf poison has been cured, don't worry." Uncle Qingshan helped me solve it, and I don't have to drink Hu Qingqing's blood anymore. He pouted.

Sanskrit blinked twice, as if to say, "Really?"

"Really, I won't lie to you. The corners of Beiming's mouth were raised more obviously this time.

Fanyin's heart suddenly jumped up, thinking: "How does he know what I am asking in my heart!"

"I guess. Looking at Fanyin's somewhat strange expression, Bei Ming said again.

At this moment, Fanyin's eyes were completely rounded, and her little face puffed up, which startled her. Beiming smiled slightly when he saw her cute appearance, but he saw a large amount of blood on her shoulders and a pale face, and his face sank again. Sanskrit hurriedly put away his expression, thinking that everyone could see it.

In fact, this time back and forth, only the two of them had the same mind, and others couldn't see the clue at all. Suddenly, Bei Ming noticed that an unkind gaze was thrown at him, and he turned his head, it was Leng Yi. Leng Yi just shouted the "wild ghost" with Ya Qingshan. Everyone heard it, but the battle was fierce and no one cared.

But Bei Ming remembered it clearly, but for some reason Leng Yi also knew the secret technique of Sanskrit. After all, this is a spiritual method that Sanskrit has never even mentioned to herself. In this way, Leng Yi and Beiming looked at each other for a moment, unable to tell whether it was scrutiny or hostility, anyway, it was not goodwill. However, a voice interrupted the confrontation.

"Let's go together. ”

As soon as the words fell, Fanyin had already gotten up, isolated on the ice, with a dashing figure, fading from the cold armor just now, and looking a little thin.

"Let me tear you apart. Fanyin twisted his wrist, his face was like a cold knife, and said lightly.

"Xiaoyin, who is Xiaoyin talking to, Dad?" Yaya heard Sanskrit Yin speak, and her heart rose again.

I saw a group of waves in the withered yellow artemisia grass several meters high on the shore, flashing green. With a brush, nearly a hundred wolf beasts jumped up, four or five meters long, seven or eight zhang high, hundreds of meters in radius, dark clouds pressed on the top, and Qi Qi attacked Sanskrit.

Hearing only a sharp scream, Yaya pulled her throat, and she was almost crazy: "Ah!" The Ministry of Military Affairs, the shadow screen of the National Orthodox Hall whirred, blackened on all sides, and it was originally the message of the four sides of the Barron River transmitted by Sanskrit Yin with Ling Jing. This time, it's all gone!

"Xiaoyin!Xiaoyin!Xiaoyin!" Yaya screamed uncontrollably.

"Can't die!" A clean voice came from the distance of the film and picture screen, and the four exhibition film and picture screens instantly lit up again!

I saw an elongated figure break out of the wolves, with black hair hanging down, and holding a short knife in each hand. "What are you shouting, silly girl!" Fanyin said, a crooked smile at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes turned slightly, and she already saw Yaya's uncontrollable appearance on the other side of the film screen.

"Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin......" Yaya whined.

Sanskrit didn't say anything, and the wolves had attacked again, covering her figure.

"Heba, hurry up!" Beiming suddenly said sharply! I saw Beiming holding a letter card in his hand, and his voice came out. In his personal capacity, he issued instructions to Heba Chilu without the approval of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

As early as when Sanskrit Yin fought against the cultivation gate, Beiming had already sent a signal to Chilu, asking him to quickly support Sanskrit Yin. According to Beiming's estimation, it is not too much of a problem to fight against Xiumen single-handedly with the strength of Fanyin, but Fanyin is tired day and night, and it is not easy to retreat at this time.

The battle between Sanskrit and Xiumen caused the five parts of the Northern Underworld to burn. Although the distant water can't save the near fire, Chilu's strength is indeed the only one that the Northern Darkness can trust now.

At this time, there were a large number of wolves, and Sanskrit Yin couldn't get out for a while, so he could only concentrate his spiritual power and intensify his own defense technique, so as not to mistakenly hit the wolf venom. A wild ghost's move, she can't use it anymore. Not only that, Fanyin's physical strength and spiritual power have been greatly consumed, and the heavy sword cannot be transformed.

Fanyin had just pulled out two short knives from the calves of his military boots and blocked them closely. The wolf's claws came one after another, and the Sanskrit sound was against the ice, blocking left and right. The short knife was sharp, she saw the wolf's claws, cut and slashed, and several wolf beasts were cut down to the ground by her. With a waist and abdomen, Fanyin stood up, and several wolf heads were already attacking her again.

She aimed at the wolf's head, put her hands together, and slashed seven knives each, a total of fourteen blades, the knife was fierce, slashing, chopping, cutting, stabbing, and the hand speed was extremely fast. I saw that the eyes, ears, nose, mouth, face, neck, and teeth of the wolf beast were all deeply cut by Sanskrit, and half of the wolf's face collapsed and floated on it. The wolf beast immediately fell to the ground and wailed.

This move is the purest sword technique of Sanskrit Yin and Northern Darkness, called Seven Kills, which evolved from the Northern Immortal sword technique "Thirteen Sacrifices". This move has no spiritual power at all, and can only be effective by relying on the user's combination of his own absolutely exquisite and skillful body technique. Speed, toughness, strength, precision, twisting, all of them are indispensable.

Fanyin didn't dare to consume half a cent of spiritual power at this time, once the melee defense technique was broken, the wolf venom could kill her in minutes. Just as she was fighting with the wolves, she cut off a few wisps of wolf hair with a short knife and held them in her hand.

In a vacancy, Fanyin spread out his palms and looked at the few wisps of wolf, "It's not poisonous!" Fanyin was overjoyed. Just as she cut off the wolf face, she had already determined that the level of this group of wolf beasts and the cultivator was very far away. The tenacity of the wolf is far less than that of repairing the door, otherwise, it would be difficult to see the success of those two steel tough short knives.

Now, Sanskrit Yin's heart is a lot more relaxed.

Just as she was distracted, a dozen wolf beasts descended from the sky and pounced on her. Sanskrit kicked his leg and avoided it. But before she could jump half a height, a black shadow on the left side attacked her, and when she tried to dodge, the right side was also close at hand.

Three-way pinch, Fanyin blocked the wolf's mouth with a short knife in both hands, cut off four wolf teeth left and right, and then raised his leg and kicked, just facing the wolf claws that attacked head-on. This time, the shock made Fanyin's leg bones hurt, and the strength of the wolf clan, no matter which one of them, should not be underestimated.

Sanskrit was knocked back again and again. The wolf clan came up one after another, and Fanyin could only rely on tenacity, gritted his teeth, accelerated the knife technique in his hand, and accurately stabbed every part of the wolf beast's attack. But in a few moments, she felt her arms tremble, and she saw that she was powerless.

Bei Ming looked at Fanyin's body and knew that it was the seven killings that she had taught her, but now that she was physically weak, her lethality to the wolf beast was getting smaller and smaller, and she was almost at the end of the crossbow.

"Close defense can't be broken!" Bei Ming suddenly said loudly.