Xiumen was suddenly pulled to the ground by Sanskrit, and with a clang, the ice was shaken.

Sanskrit reeled all his strength, shouted, and the knuckle whip suddenly tightened. The monk was dragged to the front of Sanskrit. Sanskrit Yin jumped up, jumped to the top of Xiumen's head, exerted his strength with both hands, and strangled Xiumen's neck with his back.

The wolf's pupils protruded, fangs barked, and they writhed wildly.

"Fool, die!" Sanskrit also roared, and his hands tightened tighter and tighter, and his strength was infinite.

"The wolf clan, the spiritual power is strong, the outer armor is strong, and the night is thousands of miles away. All long-range attacks are unstoppable. Close attack, the wolf is sharp, indestructible, and has no flaws. The difference is a millimeter, and the wolf poison kills. Fanyin silently recited in her heart what her father had warned her before. The wolf clan is the first fierce clan on the continent, and they are naturally heroic.

"So, Dad, how did you win him?" Fanyin flashed back to his childhood past with his father.

"Hand-to-hand combat!" the fifth Xiaoyao's words echoed in Sanskrit Yin's ears, "When your spiritual method is better, Dad will teach you." ”

"Wait until my spiritual method is better!" Sanskrit Yin exerted force with both hands, and recited vigorously in his mouth.

"The fifth family, the best at hand-to-hand combat!" Leng Che's words then appeared in Fanyin's mind, "Your father didn't teach you everything, uncle." "Thank you, uncle!"

Thinking of this, Fanyin put her fists on the white side, her green tendons were fully displayed, and her back was against the neck of Xiumen's wolf's mane, and she continued to exert force, and the wolf could not pierce her ice armor for half a minute.

Xiumen's tongue was turned out, saliva flowed, a mess, and his breath was suffocated. Sanskrit breathed a sigh of relief, and did not let go for half a minute.

Suddenly, a strong wind struck towards the door of the Sanskrit sound. Sanskrit Yin lifted his breath, and the strong wind was instantly dispersed. Four or five more strong winds blew, and several deep pits appeared on the ice surface of the wolf's tail.

I saw that the body of Xiumen bowed higher and higher, and the Sanskrit sound also rose. The wolf's paws grinded the ice, and he stood up stiffly. The ice under Xiumen's body was slashed by him. Sanskrit still doesn't let go.

The wolf's tail frantically struck at Sanskrit, but it couldn't reach her. But the strong wind that followed the wolf's tail was very strong. At first, Sanskrit took a few blows, but now it is a little difficult. The wolf's tail kept whapping, and Fanyin's feet became more and more unstable, but his hands never relaxed.

Suddenly, Xiumen's front paws leaned down, retreated and straightened, and ran towards the sky. When he reached a high place, Xiumen suddenly turned around, flipped over, rushed down his back and head, and smashed it into the ice.

If he goes down this time, the cultivation will not be good, but the Sanskrit sound standing on his back will suffer. The multi-ton wolf body smashed on Fanyin's body, and he was injured if he didn't die. Sanskrit instantly collected the knuckle whip and jumped into the distance.

Before she could land, she swung violently, and the wolf's tail twitched.

Fanyin dodged a few times and jumped away from the attack of Xiumen. Who knows, the cultivation method is getting faster and faster, and it is actually entangled with Fanyin's petite body. On the film and picture screen, the two of them were already in a mess, and they couldn't see the moves clearly.

Xiumen raised his head suddenly, raised his head to the sky and roared, and spit out a vicious breath. I saw his wolf pupils turn around, quickly looking for the trace of Sanskrit. Fang Cai's unexpected use of a throat-locking trick made him suffer a big loss. In addition, after he was injured in the corner of his eye, he was in chaos and retreated. Ke Xiumen was born with divine power, full of spiritual power, although his breath was locked by Sanskrit sound and he couldn't breathe, but his own lung capacity was extremely large, comparable to a sea whale. That move didn't kill him except for the surprise attack, but it couldn't kill him.

When he came to his senses, he tried his best to shake the back of the Sanskrit sound.

Now, the door is repaired at the same time, with all fours together, frantically suppressing the number of Sanskrit sounds. Sanskrit Yin shuttled through it, and I felt a little struggling. I wanted to use the joint bone whip to defeat the enemy with one move, but I used too much force, which affected the speed of my body at this time.

In a gap, Sanskrit Yin rushed out of the leg of the Xiumen. Unexpectedly, the wolf's tail had swung in front of her. Fanyin raised her hand to block, the wolf's tail was extremely powerful, and she was beaten into the air.

Just as Sanskrit Yin turned to the ground, a black shadow flashed through Ling Jing.

"Oops!" said Sanskrit.

"Uh!" Sanskrit stinged, her teeth cracked, and Xiumen's mouth was biting on her shoulder. Xiumen's eyes were full of red, and the glow green would be covered, and after a series of blows, he became crazy and furious. I saw that the sharp teeth of the cultivator were biting deeper and deeper on the shoulders of Sanskrit, the cone pierced into the bone, and the beads of sweat the size of the painful Sanyin beans fell like rain.

At the end of the "Sanskrit ......" film and picture screen, Beiming couldn't control it anymore, trembling, and his eyes were only burning like fire.

The head of the cultivator shook violently, and he was about to unload the arm of Sanskrit. Fanyin's weak body was under the mouth of the big wolf of Xiumen Hongzhong, allowing it to pull and bite, like a plaything.

At the end of the Guozheng Hall, Ji Lingxiao pretended to cover his mouth and nose and laughed wantonly.

Just when Xiumen bit more and more relieved, he suddenly felt a pain between his teeth, and a cracking sound jumped up along the tips of Xiumen's teeth, and the pain was unbearable. He threw the Sanskrit aside with a hard flick. Bared his teeth and grinned.

"My teeth, my teeth!" there was a crisp sound, and the two fangs in the doorway shattered. "Bastard, what did you do with my teeth!What did you do with my teeth!" Xiumen was close to madness, and frantically attacked in the direction where Sanskrit fell. "I want your life!"

I saw five fingertips slicing across the ice, and Fanyin's body rushed out of the ice like an arrow off the string, facing the mouth of the cultivator.

The cultivator came so bravely that he swallowed the Sanskrit sound in one gulp!

But just when the door was being repaired, a force suddenly supported the wolf's mouth. Xiumen was startled, and suddenly strengthened. But the wolf's mouth only met a few inches, and he couldn't move anymore.

I saw that Fanyin stepped on the wolf's jaw with both feet, put his hands against the wolf's palate, tightly grasped his two huge wolf teeth, exerted force around his body, and shouted. Her originally neat and snow-white mouth full of silver teeth immediately became jagged and slender, like a powerful beast. On her right shoulder, several huge tooth holes burrowed into her collarbone, sinking deep into the flesh that Xiumen had just bitten. However, there was not the slightest trace of blood in the tooth hole, only the silver-white collarbone of Sanskrit could be seen.

"You!" Xiumen opened his mouth to make a sound, his eyes rolling. "This is a wild ghost! The wild ghost that my father has mentioned many times before!" Xiumen was shocked in his heart, he originally thought that the creation of Sanskrit was far from being comparable to his father's Fifth Freedom, but now it seems that his repeated failures were caused by his reckless underestimation of the enemy.

The Wild Ghost Technique is the Fifth Secret Technique. They exerted the cold spiritual power of the special water attribute to the extreme, melted into the body, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and transformed their body into an indestructible spiritual weapon by changing their own mechanism. The bones are like King Kong, the body is like ice, the hand knife is like a blade, and the fingers are like a sharp cone. It is said to be a spiritual method, but it is more like a peak-building body technique that has been blessed by spiritual law. After this out-and-out creation, the appearance of the bones of the fifth family who urged this spiritual method would change, and they would look like a cold charm.

Xiumen felt as if his mouth was being held up by a sharp weapon that was upright and unbending, and he was in a dilemma.

Suddenly, a brute force suddenly pressed down, wanting to compete with Sanskrit.

"I don't believe I can't crush you bug!" Xiumen scolded angrily in his heart.