"Not dead yet!" Shumen roared, laughing wildly. Fanyin was kicked away by him, and her figure became smaller and smaller, disappearing like a weak snow rabbit on the white ice. However, Xiumen's wolf eyes are comparable to Eagle Eyes, and he does not intend to give the enemy any chance to live. He stared at the direction in which Sanskrit fell, thousands of miles away, and it was extremely clear. Shumen ran on the ice.

A night mourning roar penetrated all of his spiritual power, and the entire ice of the Barron River, across the north and south, began to shake. On the ground on the shore, the frozen soil cracked, as if a thousand rolls of straw mats were lifted, and the night mourning was rolled and swept away, and the dust was romantic.

This is not the end, he wants to make Sanskrit sound dead. I saw that the wolf around the door was erected, like a steel needle and a sharp sword, aimed at the Sanskrit sound, and with a bang, ten thousand manes were fired together. When he landed, the sky was dense, and tens of thousands of wolf steel needles shot at Fanyin's body quickly, leaving no gaps, and it was already in an instant.

At this time, the people of Lingdu had lost their voices, and they opened their mouths and closed their mouths in amazement, some opened their eyes, some closed their eyes, and some were already so frightened that they were salivating. They had never seen such a powerful battle in their lives, and such a terrifying and terrifying wolf clan was an existence they had never imagined. It is only today that many people know for the first time how small humans are in front of wolves and beasts, as small as a meat rabbit that can casually lift its ears.

In the Guozheng Hall, there is a person's eyes staring at the picture. His hands were clenched in front of his chest, he didn't say a word, the corners of his mouth turned purple, and his face turned pale. The Sichuan character pattern between the eyebrows is carved to the eye socket, and it is dark and green. Just as Xiumen launched a full-scale attack, his seemingly burly body couldn't help but shake in the thick cloak, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Duan Jingbo looked in the direction of Pei Xi, and a strange gaze stopped at him. However, Pei Xi, who has always been extremely vigilant, was unaware at the moment. Everyone's attention was on Sanskrit and Xiumen at this time, and no one would pay attention to him, so he closed his eyes suddenly......

Xiumen squinted, staring contemptuously into the distance where Sanskrit had fallen with his brownish-green wolf eyes. He couldn't hide, he thought to himself, and the corners of his mouth cracked into the most smug laugh. His wolf pupils flickered, and the black dot hundreds of meters away became smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, so that by the end it was all shattered into scraps.

Shumen began to laugh uncontrollably, exerting too much force, his entire chest filled with the resonance of wolf lungs, and the air was filled with his terrible voice and the fishy smell in his cavity.

Xiumen smiled and smiled, and suddenly his mouth froze, and his face was stunned! His eyes protruded! A painful sensation scraped his wolf's throat and reached his wolf's belly. Xiumen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he screamed, the sound of his huge body mixed with horror, which did not match his size.

A cold light instantly swept across the bottom of Xiumen's abdomen, and the two blades were horizontal, slashing at the left and right hind legs of Xiumen. Xiumen jumped up when he landed. I saw a vigorous and sharp figure burst out from between the two strands of the bottom of the abdomen of Xiumen. She suddenly jumped vertically in the air, followed by three weeks of tossing, and landed on the back of Xiumen, it was Fanyin! She raised her arms, held her double blades, and stabbed fiercely at both sides of Xiumen.

"Ministry...... The minister is still alive......" said the people of Lingdu City, their eyes full of tears. The fifth Sanskrit Yin became the minister of all the people in Lingdu for a while.

It turned out that Xiumen attacked Sanskrit with night mourning and wolf hair. Fanyin was kicked far away by him. However, that kick didn't hurt the Sanskrit body, and the moment she was attacked, she gathered spiritual power in front of her and blocked the blow with a defensive technique. Although it hurts, it doesn't hurt the point.

In the midst of the lightning, Fanyin quickly thought: if she resisted the cultivator, she would definitely lose, so when she took the blow, she gave up resistance. With that brute force, she was pushed into the distance, buffering attacks and minimizing physical damage.

Just as Fanyin flew out, Xiumen attacked. In the face of such a powerful range of night mourning, Fanyin knew that there was no way to avoid it, and the defense technique would be torn apart in an instant. At that moment, she thought of taking the opportunity to create the illusion that she was invincible, and gave up using the cold shield to resist.

She stood up with her twin blades and crossed them in front of her, protecting her chest. At the same time when the night mourning arrived at the door in front of her, Fanyin suddenly released spiritual power, countering the door of cultivation, competing with each other, fortunately Fanyin was slightly better, blocking Wanjun and spelling out a bloody road.

Sanskrit knew early in the morning that no matter how precise the wolf pupil of the Xiumen was, it was far inferior to his eagle eye. Coupled with his arrogant personality and poor handling of things, she was already a "dead corpse" in the eyes of Xiumen at this time. Xiumen's every move has long been caught in the eyes of the Sanskrit sound in the distance.

Unexpectedly, just when Fanyin was preparing to take it by surprise and launch a counterattack, the ten thousand manes of the door were already approaching the city, and the speed was so fast and the spiritual law was so strong that Sanyin did not expect it. Sanskrit is only a reckless and brainless person, but he does not know that he also has his cunning and prudence.

Sanskrit eagle eyes are scattered, and ten thousand manes have entered the pupils. I saw her put away her weapon, and with a mention of her spiritual power, her hands, wrists, arms, elbows, chests, abdomen, legs, and nakedness were instantly covered with a layer of frost, and she was facing the ground!

Steel blades are falling, and arrows are raining down. Sanskrit sounds like a bolt of lightning, rising into the air. Dodge left and right, and take a hundred blades empty-handed. The steel needle-like wolf arrived in Fanyin's hand, and was instantly pinched and shattered by her. Her thin hands, covered with a thin layer of frost, seemed to be invulnerable, and it was difficult to hurt her body.

The rain of arrows does not stop, and the Sanskrit sound points to the flying blade, going against the wind, and the shadow is hard to find. But there were a lot of wolves, and countless flying blades stuck to Fanyin's side and legs, passing by, leaving countless traces. However, Fanyin's speed did not decrease, and she still went up with all her strength, and the head-on flying blade was blocked by a pair of her slender hands.

Just when Xiumen was laughing wildly, Sanskrit Yin had already quietly come to him.

Sanskrit falls to the ground lightly on its side, with its back against the ice. The door is tall, more than five meters long, and it is a foot high. Fanyin's body slid down the bones of Xiumen's neck and legs. In an instant, two sharp blades appeared in Fanyin's hands again. She saw that at this time, the defense of the door was completely discharged, and it was a good time. She used all her strength, the two blades in one, and slashed hard, from the neck of the door to the wolf's tail all the way down. It's a disembowelment, ruthless and crisp.

All this was not over with a scream from Xiumen. Sanskrit Yin jumped out of the bottom of the wolf, turned up in the volley, and landed right in the center of the wolf's back.

Fanyin Ling's eyebrows condensed slightly, his arms exerted force, and the two sharp blades stabbed fiercely at the back of Xiumen, and his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword and it hurt. I saw that two streams of blood instantly burst out from the back of Xiumen.

At this time, on the other side of the film and picture screen, the people watching this scene were speechless, and their hearts were half-hanging.

Fanyin continued to exert force, and suddenly, there was a violent shock under her, the force was so great, like a mountain ups and downs, even Fanyin's solid body was shaken to the point that her muscles and bones flashed, and she was almost misplaced. Her legs were unsteady, Xiumen shook again, Fanyin jumped up sharply, and a somersault landed not far from him.