Master your own shadow as you like, and the shadow can also kill!

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Ning Daoqi sighed and said: "I know the extreme of martial arts now, and I can be spiritual!" ”

"Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night!" Wang Dong's expression was indifferent, and he raised his hand to strike.

With a finger, the ground was divided into three chaotic holes, annihilating all things, as if it could bury the finger sword of the immortal god, and it burst through the space, killing Ning Daoqi, Fu Cailin, and Bi Xuan.

"Now that you have heard the Tao, you must have died without regrets now!"

……

"Rustle!"

In the dark dense forest, the cold wind swept and the swaying shadows of the trees were like enchantments, and the concubine looked at her master.

Fan Qinghui's eyes were deep, and he couldn't make any waves, and after a little silence, he said lightly: "Concubine Xuan, you go!" Return to the mountain gate to retreat, and you should not participate in this battle. ”

Rao is the wonderful realm of the sword heart of the master concubine Xuan, the soul is flawless and unblemished, and the cultivation is better than the blue, at this moment it is still above Fan Qinghui, and he can't help but be slightly stunned when he hears this: "Master, you let me leave?" ”

"Not bad!" Fan Qinghui looked at Shi Fei Xuan calmly, and her words were still plain and bland, without any ups and downs: "This battle is far more difficult than I imagined, although we have tried our best to prepare for the battle, I thought that I should have a few chances of winning, but when the demon came down again, I knew that I still underestimated his strength." ”

"His cultivation is even surpassing that of the patriarch of his sect, Dini, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has magical powers comparable to that of the Divine Immortal Buddha."

Speaking of this, a little helplessness and sigh finally appeared on Fanqing Hui Gujing Wubo's face: "Concubine Xuan, although you are now cultivating to make great progress, but in the face of this kind of master who should not appear in the world, even if there is one more of you, it is insignificant, to be honest, it is not surprising that we are all wiped out." ”

"But I can be destroyed, but Jing Zhai must not break the inheritance from now on."

Fan Qinghui slowly increased her tone, and she held the hands of the concubine Xuan with both hands, and held them very tightly: "If we are defeated in this battle, the survival of Jing Zhai will have to be borne by you, Concubine Xuan, the devil will not die for a day, and Jing Zhai will close the mountain gate for a day, if it is impossible to do anything, you must make a choice......." ”

Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed, and her voice suddenly became very light and soft, as if she was whispering in the ear of the concubine, but her tone was so heavy, and every word was like a drumstick striking the heart of the concubine.

"When that time comes, Concubine Xuan, you just think about your Xiuxin master...... Well?! ”

Fan Qinghui was still talking, his expression suddenly moved, and he looked into the dark depths of the dense forest.

"Giggles! Could it be that he is repeating the old trick and learning from the old way of Bixiu who fed demons with his body? The shadows swayed, the shadows of the trees swayed, and a silver bell sounded pleasantly to the ear, and there was an ethereal and difficult sound.

Dressed in a snow-white dress, the eyes of the red jade girl are blurred, like a ghost born from the dark night suddenly floated out, and her posture is graceful like the flying sky in the mural, full of illusory and ethereal, mysterious and unpredictable meaning.

"Sister Concubine Xuan, last time you and I didn't fight a battle, this time it's just a good end!"

Wan Wan smiled infinitely gentle at the concubine, and the black show like a waterfall rose, and the air within a radius of dozens of zhang instantly surged wildly, surging towards her wonderful delicate body.

The wind is blowing.

Whoa!

The surrounding barren grass and wattles seemed to have been swept by a hurricane, vibrating violently, and all of them poured towards Wanwan.

What's even more terrifying is that the whole space has a sense of confusion that comes back and forth in an instant, falling inch by inch, and collapsing!

Wan Wan's pair of snow-white sleeves suddenly flew out of two rounds of crescent moons, flashing with cold and cold light, volleying down, and silently slashing towards the concubine in the aura of time and space.

A clear sword qi burst out of the air, like a clear sound in the boundless darkness, bringing hope and light, cutting through all the fog that blocked the way forward.

The Sky Sword is finally unsheathed!

Fan Qinghui was still standing still, but there was a cold killing, and the qi full of malice locked her firmly.

With a delicate woman's hum, Fan Qinghui's ears sounded the roar of a storm, and the wind whistled like a wave in an instant, and the whole world was filled with the terrible sound of the wind roaring in an instant.

Fan Qinghui, who was in the core of the roaring storm, was rooted like a rock, his expression was indifferent, and he said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Zhu, the enemy is current, do you really want to choose to start a war with us at this time?!" ”

"When? I only know that now is a great opportunity to cut off your fasting, so how can I miss it? ”

Zhu Yuyan smiled coldly, the heavenly magic force field was fully opened, and the formless and qualitative energy was like a tsunami in a storm, and the waves rose and fell, rolling wave after wave, completely submerging Fan Qinghui.

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In the Xuanyin Mountain Palace, the Xuantian Daoist dragged the body of the heavy creation and fought to the death with the tomb master, and escaped from the spirit god after disintegration, wanting to find a chance for parasitism, but unexpectedly bumped into Wang Dong, but turned his life of enlightenment into Wang Dong's food.

Even from Wang Dong's current point of view, he has to praise Xuantian Sect's martial arts for being broad and profound, among which the first recommendation is "Xuantian Jing Shishu", but now Wang Dong is performing another top secret book of Xuantian Sect "Mixed Hole Finger"!

Kill the gods and kill the gods, and point to the hole!

One finger to punish immortals, one finger to kill gods!

The current Wang Dong, no matter whether he is cultivating or realm, is even more above the Xuantian Dao people, and the Xuantian Dao people who are seriously injured are almost powerless in the face of a great enemy like the tomb master, but if the tomb master sees Wang Dong's finger in this bastard hole, it should be replaced by him as if he is facing a great enemy!

The owner of the tomb is still like this, let alone Ning Daoqi, Fu Cailin, and Bi Xuan?

Even if Wang Dong's chaotic hole pointed at the void space and suddenly divided into three finger swords, Ning, Fu, and Bi still gave birth to a terrible feeling that although the world is vast, the road ahead is boundless, touching the eye, and the vitality is broken.

Unprecedented desperate situation!

"Dayan fifty, Tianyan forty-nine, I don't believe there is no such glimmer of heaven!"

In the desperate situation of life and death, what Ning Daoqi was looking for was not a glimmer of life, but that glimmer of heaven, and suddenly, all the innate true qi that had escaped from his body disappeared, and there were ripples like water marks.

There was no trace of childishness in Ning Daoqi's eyes, and there was only a look of innocence, only indifference and tranquility.

"It turns out that I was wrong in the past!"

Ning Daoqi raised his hands, and the corners of his mouth showed a wry smile, he had learned Lao Zhuang all his life, but he had neither Lao Tzu's inaction and purity, nor Nanhua Zhenren's leisurely and free, empty form, not the spirit.

Ning Daoqi's whole person suddenly seemed to be divided into two parts, the lower part was like water ripples, gradually becoming a surging wave of the sky, but the upper part was a cloud of clouds, like a canopy, blooming with brilliant brilliance.

A strange fish, a big bird haunted the sea of waves, and in the roar, the waves and clouds collided together, blending and swallowing each other, and then indistinguishing each other.

"One life is two, two is three, and three is everything. Nine is the extreme, and my eight loose hands should also have a ninth...... This is a change for Kunpeng! ”