In this fight, you come and go, Fanyin's physical strength is rapidly reduced, and she can't use any more powerful spiritual magic for a while. Even the icy blade in her hand was retracted as she landed.

Fanyin stared at the cultivation door in front of her, thinking to herself, the situation is not clear, just wait for him to make a move, she will deal with it, and she must not consume a little more spiritual power and physical strength. In order to avoid the rain of arrows from the wolf, Fanyin only used his ice defense technique in front of him. In order to retain more spiritual power, she even let her back rush back from the ten thousand blades without any defense. With his own eyesight, he dodged all attacks.

Xiumen turned his back to Sanskrit, and the rough wheezing sound made the people on the other side of the film screen shudder when they heard it, and they turned their heads away, not daring to look at it again.

Fanyin stared at Xiumen's every move, he should have been hurt a lot, Fanyin thought to himself.

I saw Xiumen turn around little by little. When the wolf's head was completely turned around and faced Fanyin, Fanyin saw it clearly, his face was all wolf, and he couldn't distinguish his true face at all, only feeling fierce and impressive. Luminescent green light burst out of his eyes, as if poisoned. The evil saliva under Xiumen's mouth dripped on the ice, instantly burning a half-meter ice pit. And the area of the ice pit was also spreading rapidly, and in a short time, four or five deep pits had melted at the foot of Xiumen.

Sanskrit sounded like a cold moon, so quiet that there was no trace of waves, looking at the cultivation door. She had just used all her strength to attack Xiumen's defenseless underbelly, but at this time, the bottom of his abdomen seemed to be unharmed, with only a faint scratch. The wound on his back had also stopped bleeding.

"What a strong spiritual power!" Sanskrit exclaimed. In this short period of effort, Xiumen has used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding from the wound. Not only that, Fanyin found that even when Xiumen was defenseless with a wolf's mane, he was born with copper skin and iron bones, and it was difficult for the sword blade to hurt his flesh and skin.

When humans and wolves fight, the innate combat power of wolves and beasts far exceeds that of humans, and their weapons and spiritual skills are innate. Whether it's a night mourning or a wolf's hair, it's part of their instinct. Although human beings can also have strong spiritual power, their weapons are all foreign objects, and no matter how they control them, they can't compare to the natural and inexhaustible nature of the wolf beasts themselves.

This makes Sanskrit sound even more tricky. At this time, she was no longer able to exert the full lethality of her blade, and even if she only used a heavy sword, she was afraid that she would not have much time to wield.

Suddenly, Fanyin felt a trace of murderous intent pass through her body, and this feeling of being scrutinized made her both strange and familiar. That's something that only an absolute eagle eye can do, and the scrutiny is as clear as a flaw. Fanyin knew that the wolf pupil of the cultivator also had this ability.

Sanskrit raised her eyes and met Xiumen's brown-green eyes. Both of them are eyeing each other.

I saw Xiumen's huge head flickering to the side, and said in a strange voice, "Haven't you died after so many wolves?" Xiumen continued to pout his head back, looking at her from the other side, "No injuries at all?"

"What about the poison?" After a while, Xiumen said again in a strange manner, his eyes looking directly at Sanskrit. Sanskrit Yin's eyes were indifferent. It turns out that the wolf mane on Xiumen's body can not only become a steel blade, but also has wolf poison at the root, which is so poisonous that it can kill people if it breaks through the skin!

Seeing that Fanyin still didn't respond, the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked with an evil smile, and he giggled: "You escaped my wolf venom, what about your little man?

Hearing this, Fanyin's eyebrows frowned, her eyes froze, and Sen Sen said, "What did you say!"

At this moment, in the conference room of the Ministry of Military Affairs, all the commanders were staring with bated breath on the battle situation between Sanskrit Yin and Xiumen. Leng Yi's fists had already been clenched by himself, and a trace of blood seeped out of his palm. He regretted it so much that why he didn't insist on going to the north with Fanyin at that time, what was wrong with his brain, and he obediently listened to a few soft words from Fanyin.

Ya Qingshan trembled, and the green tendons in his temples were exposed. Yaya's body was crumbling, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bitten out of blood, as if she was going to faint at any time.

In the Guozheng Hall, Guan He was very busy, babbling like a grasshopper jumping up and down. But just after hearing the conversation between Xiumen and Sanskrit, he also fell silent instantly, and an intriguing expression appeared on his unstable face, and his eyes wandered around on the film and painting screen.

"Foreigners, they all have to die!" A mosquito and fly sound came out of Pei Xi's back molars, and it was extremely vicious.

The family of four of Ji Zhong's family is all here, and each family is full of arms and cares about the world. At this time, it was Ji Zhong who wanted to show the demeanor of a big country and a country where the enemy army trapped me thousands of times and I was immovable. It is an excellent time for the people of Lingdu outside the square to admire his demeanor and bearing, and he must be as stable as Mount Tai to settle the hearts of the people. Ji Zhong was very proud at this time, because he saw that the people outside the venue had become ants on a hot pot. They all cast a "help" gaze at him. He thought that he would be able to appease people's hearts with his imperial bearing.

However, as the battle between Sanskrit Yin and Xiumen became more and more intense, the smug look on Ji Zhong's face became lighter and lighter. People outside the stadium gradually lost time to pay attention to the appearance and honor of the lord. Their spirits and thoughts are tightly tied to Sanskrit sounds. Until the two of them spoke again, everyone's hearts had already risen to their throats, and they desperately covered their hearts with their hands. How many young girls have buried their heads in the arms of their male companions beside them, sobbing softly.

Ji Lingxiao wore a white fox to accompany his father and mother. Her eyes casually skimmed the Sanskrit sound, but her ears were pricked up, listening to the words of the person just now. She turned her head to Pei Xi. With a roll of his eyes, he gently moved to Pei Xi's side, and whispered, "Mr. Pei." ”

Pei Xi was excited, turned around, and looked at Ji Lingxiao, who had a delicate face, and the sharp eyebrows that had been raised unconsciously relaxed. Seeing this, Ji Lingxiao asked softly with a smile: "You say, those two on the screen," Ji Lingxiao paused as he spoke, covered his pink lips and said, "Those two foreigners, who can win?"

Pei Xi listened to it, he didn't think about it, then sneered, and said contemptuously: "All have to die! All foreigners have to die!" As he spoke, he had the courage to look at the film screen again, but after a short look, the sphincter muscles around Pei Xi's eyes began to bounce desperately, and his face began to twitch, as if he was about to pop out a quail egg.

In the military and political department, the door to the conference room was gently pushed open, and the soldiers were about to salute when they were stopped by the people who came in. It is the Northern Tang Dynasty and the Northern Underworld.

I saw that he was thin and much thinner than before. On the pale face, those handsome and clear eyes were still sharp. He quietly walked into the conference room, his eyes fixed on Fanyin's every move. Tiankuo followed behind him.

"Minister!" Yan Tong was overjoyed when he saw Beiming, and couldn't help but whisper.

Bei Ming gestured and walked to his seat. Although everyone in the audience didn't know that he had almost lost his blood two days ago and experienced the cycle of life and death, they could see at a glance that the head minister was almost thin at this time, and his steps were vain.

Beiming stopped when he passed by Yaya's side. He put his hand on the top of Yaya's head, and said to Yaya for the first time like an elder brother: "Don't be afraid, Fanyin will be fine." Yaya looked back at Beiming, the two were still a little rusty in the past, Beiming was only one year older than Yaya. But at this time, Yaya felt that the tenacity of this brother was like a knife, and all the thorns could be broken and stepped on. He said that Xiaoyin is fine, and Xiaoyin will definitely be fine.