The door was repaired, and the sky wailed.

followed the Sanskrit sound and shouted to the sky, carried enough strength to pull it up. I only heard the sound of the broken tendons and bones coming down the back and spine of Xiumen.

Xiumen was terrified, and he suddenly understood at this time. The numbness in his back a few times ago was not caused by Sanskrit Yin pulling out his wolf hair at all, but she used ten finger cones to split his intervertebral flesh, and pulling out the wolf was not a trick, so that he had nothing to do with those "pain and itching".

Just after a few attacks, she already knew that Xiumen's whole body was covered with wolves, and his bones were like steel, and he couldn't be fatal with one move, let alone hurt his heart and lungs. In her limited range of attacks, the only thing she could reach was the vertebrae that were not deep enough to get to the Cultivator's flesh.

Then, she carried the wolf attack of Xiumen several times, leaned down, rushed to his back, raised the knife in her hand, and stabbed the flesh and bones of Xiumen with ten fingers, loosening her muscles and bones. This is the time to wait.

Wounding one of his muscles and bones is not enough to control the enemy, and injuring three of his muscles and bones is not enough to be fatal. Only by pulling out his entire spine can he no longer have the power to turn over.

I saw that Fanyin pulled out the mountains and rivers with her strength, and a white bone as thick as her body was pulled out of the body of the cultivator by Fanyin. The wail of Xiumen shattered the sky and the earth, and the sound of night mourning came out again, shaking the earth, cracking the ice, the Sanskrit bone numbness, and the ice armor on the arm fell apart in an instant.

She didn't let go, and continued to pull out, no matter how much of the poison of the door was away from her. The sound of night mourning did not stop, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of Sanskrit. She shouted again, only to see the three white spine bones being violently pulled out by Sanskrit. Xiumen's huge wolf body curled up vigorously on the ice, like a live fish scraped with scales.

At this time, in the Lingdu City, people made a boiling sound, wanting to be side by side with the fifth Sanskrit sound. However, Xiumen's dying night mourning was almost devastating, the sound swept through the sky, and the sky was torn out by his roar, and the spiritual power flew away. All the voices were drowned out by him, and they were like crows.

I only heard the roar of the fifth Sanskrit sound, which was deafening and deafening. The people of Lingdu all opened their eyes and looked with bated breath.

"You can't afford it!"

"Northern Tang Beiming!" The sound of Xiumen's remnants was still like a fierce howl, and the convulsions of his muscles and bones were like a mountain and a sea, shaking the ice deeply, "You let me fill his life?"

"Give him his life, you can't afford to pay for his life! You can't afford his life!" With that, Fanyin riveted her last strength and withdrew with force, and the five-meter spine bone of Xiumen was pulled out by her in a row, and blood splashed everywhere.

The night mourning of the gate is stopped!

Xiumen Haoran's body fell to the ground with a bang, and Fanyin pulled his spine bone to the side, slamming it on the ice with a thud. She gasped for breath and covered her chest with her hands, covered in blood.

The wolf pupil who was about to be disillusioned stared at Fanyin, and said angrily: "Fifth Sanskrit Yin......"

"Die. Sanskrit said.

The wolf pupils of the cultivator finally dissipated. The bleak ice was filled with the stench of his blood. Fanyin looked at him and didn't withdraw her gaze for a long time, his toughness made her unable to have a trace of luck, and her heart palpitated.

After a long time, Sanskrit Yin left the bloody land. She clutched her hands to her chest and coughed in pain. The cold of the ice armor has faded at some point. Short black hair fell down her cheeks again. The sharp facial features have changed back to their former sweet and delicate appearance.

She walked into the clearing, raised her head, closed her eyes, and breathed heavily. There are water droplets hanging from her beautiful eyelashes. People looked at her and worried about her heart, but they didn't dare to say a word, as if the previous fierce battle had not stopped.

After a while, Fanyin lowered his head and slowly put his hand on his abdomen. I was bitten by Xiumen just now, and although I resisted that blow, the pain could not be relieved for a long time. She looked down and thought to herself, "It's okay, it didn't hurt." ”

She slowly brushed her hand to her neck again, and the pain came immediately, and Fanyin gritted her teeth in pain. On the collarbone, several "ice holes" on the shoulders were no longer there at this time, and they had become shocking blood holes. She slowly tilted her head and looked over her shoulder, bright red blood running down. "It's okay, it's not poisoned. Fanyin thought to herself.

The wild ghost style can not only withstand the powerful attacks of the outside world, but also multiply its own functions. It is also due to the fact that its own mechanism has been changed by spiritualization, and every part of the body seems to be made of ice. Even if the wolf's teeth penetrate the bones, the wolf's venom is stopped in the outside world and cannot invade the body, unless the wild ghost is broken. And when Fanyin pulled out the spine of Xiumen, the ice armor between her arms was shattered, but Fanyin didn't care about it and was sure to put Xiumen to death. Fortunately, at that time, the spiritual method of cultivating the door had also faded, the wolf had no edge, and the general trend had gone, and it did not hurt Sanskrit.

She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the right side of her neck, blood staining her shoulders. She took the powder from the bag around her waist, sprinkled it, quickly wrapped it in a bandage, and put on her clothes.

Until all this was dealt with, I only heard the Sanskrit sound and fell to the ground, with my hands hanging down, and falling on the ice.

"Minister...... Minister...... What's wrong with the minister......" In the square of the National Shoji Hall, someone finally opened his mouth timidly. With that came a loud stream of inquiries and concerns.

Sanskrit lay on the ice like this, motionless. How did she know that there were so many people looking at her in Dongling. In her consciousness, only her colleagues in the Ministry of Military Affairs were watching her battle at all times.

Two minutes passed, and her eyes flickered to catch a glimpse of the screen in mid-air. I saw her lips and teeth open slightly, and said quietly: "I'm too tired, rest for a while." I don't know to whom he said this. Anyway, my colleagues in the Ministry of Military Affairs all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yaya hugged her father and cried out. Leng Yi's face was still unrelieved, he was now in a thousand troubles, and he was worried about Fanyin's safety, but he didn't know why she would be a wild ghost in her own secret.

Beiming stared at Fanyin's eyes tightly, only to see her apricot eyes move, and a soft light was cast. He caught her eyes, and she opened her mouth quietly. After listening to her, Beiming didn't dare to let go of his heart, and his eyes were still guarding her.

In the square of the Guozheng Hall, people heard the sound of Sanskrit, and suddenly the mountains roared like a tsunami, boiling and jumping!

"Minister, she's fine! Minister, she's alive!"

Ji Zhong's face became more and more ugly. Ji Lingxiao grabbed the white rabbit fur on the cuffs and spat fiercely in his heart: "Useless brute! I can't even handle a woman!" Pei Xi's face flickered and sunny, and it was difficult to decide.

While the people cheered, Fanyin was glad that if Xiumen hadn't rashly used Night Mourning and Wolf to attack her from a long distance at the beginning, causing him to consume a lot of spiritual power, Fanyin might not have killed a wolf clan warrior like this.

Suddenly, Beiming felt a chill coming to him, he looked at Fanyin's eyes, only to see her glance at the shadow screen, that extremely small movement was unaware of the people outside the shadow screen, but for Beiming, it was like a man. That complaining gaze was directed at him.