Sanskrit instantly used a cold shield to block between himself and the cultivation door. However, in just one moment, the eight-thick cold shield was shattered by the wolf claws of the door repair. It was this moment that gave Fanyin a chance to breathe, and she dodged and left the straight line attack of Xiumen. With a kick on her back, another cold shield appeared at her feet, and she flicked it hard, hit Xuanzi, and completely dodged the close range of Xiumen. Hit the ground heavily and slid backwards and forth.

Sanskrit breathed heavily, looking at the Xiumen not far away, and his mind was thinking quickly, to find a way to defeat him.

The speed, the two are not far behind, the strength, the cultivation of the door is much better, the spiritual power, the Sanskrit sound can still fight. It's tricky!

In the city of Lingdu, the Ministry of Military Affairs and the National Orthodox Hall are broadcasting the battle situation of Sanskrit live. Since that day, Fanyin led five hundred warriors, forcibly broke through Beth Mountain, had a thousand faces of eagle eyes, and tracked down the whereabouts of the main general's party, and the people of Lingdu City remembered this young foreign girl. Now they were watching the battle with anxiety.

"Damn!" suddenly came a curse in Sanskrit on the screen! People were frightened!

The more Fanyin thought about it at the moment, the more bored she became, and she suddenly cursed! She came to the north, but she didn't spend it here with this beast!

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound stopped and slid back, fixed in the moment, clenched with both fists, the heart of the fist upward, the fist wheel opposite, and hit it hard. I only heard the "sonorous" sound, and the sound of the weapons colliding with each other was loud and loud. There was an extra weapon in Fanyin's hand, which was her spiritual weapon, the Ice Thorn Blade. The blade is long, the sides are open, and dozens of flower ice thorns are pierced on the hilt, and the whole body is crystal white and cold.

"It's so strong!" the people outside the National Shoji Hall couldn't help but say loudly.

"The minister is so strong!" people gradually became enthusiastic from the initial anxiety and worry. At this moment, Fanyin is no longer a young and weak foreign girl with a different skin color from her own people in their eyes. Rather, he is a powerful commander of the Ministry of Military Affairs. As the fighting intensified, the flame in people's hearts was completely ignited. The shouts of the mountains and tsunamis came and went.

Sanskrit holds a blade in his left hand and a sword in his right. At this time, Xiumen realized that the palm he had hit at the back of Fanyin at the beginning had not touched her vest at all, but was separated by her cold shield defense technique. Shumen was furious and vowed to kill the human who had left him careless and wounded.

"Bullshit! I was dazzled for a moment to let you live a little longer! You don't know how to be grateful to Dade! Let me kill you! Cool off! Leave you a whole corpse!" Xiumen roared at Sanskrit.

Fanyin's feet teleported, his figure flashed, and he bypassed the Xiumen and attacked head-on, coming to his side. The two blades crossed and slashed at the repair door.

Just look, the blades and wolf manes are intertwined. "Kown, Kow, Kow!K!" emitted a series of powerful blunt blows. Fanyin looked at the wolf's mane in front of him, even under the attack of these two blades, he didn't move at all, let alone hurt his flesh and skin. Sanskrit suddenly strengthened his wrist and slammed it down! I heard a cracking sound, and a wisp of wolf mane stuck in the middle of the cross blade fell.

The door was stopped suddenly, and there was a whirlwind, and such a behemoth turned its head in an instant, and its strength and body were strong and fast. The wolf's head was aimed at Sanskrit again, and his body control was not inferior to that of a vigorous human who was a hundred times more flexible than him.

He glared at Sanskrit and paused to examine his mane. It was the proudest symbol of the wolf clan, and it was the honor of the son of their wolf king. The cultivator wolf gasped for breath in his mouth, spewing out the blood of the beast clan. His lips trembled with rage, and his fangs softened.

"I see you're so tired!" Xiumen roared again!

"You're the one who is tired of being alive!" Sanskrit yelled. Don't wait any longer, it's close to the door in an instant.

The two blades swung together, and quickly slashed at the head, face, neck, and claws of the cultivator. Repair the door three dodges and two dodges, and the stabbing edge of Sanskrit sound misses. Xiumen followed and turned around and bit it, facing Fanyin's waist, Fanyin raised his hand to block, and the stabbing blade slashed through the door of Xiumen, and Xiumen leaned back. The wolf's claws were raised, and he slammed on the abdomen of Fanyin, and the Sanskrit heavy sword stood upright, and the blade blocked the wolf's claws, taking the opportunity to increase the force, wanting to cut the wolf's claws. But the wolf claw was even more indestructible, shaking Fanyin's arm.

Blocking two blows in succession, Sanskrit volleyed up, a big loop, withdrew the weapon with both hands, crossed the head and neck of Xiumen, merged the two swords, and slashed towards the neck of Xiumen.

Xiumen couldn't dodge it, so he took the trick of Sanskrit. The two blades were added together, and the lethality was greatly increased, and the Sanskrit sound chopped it away, seeing that the blade had cut through the wolf's mane and chopped the wolf's neck. Suddenly, Xiumen smiled, and the wolf's mane exploded all over his body, and the mane on his neck was longer than any part of his body, like a ring ornament, gray and bright as silver.

Thousands of mane blades pierced Sanyin's eyes, and Sanyin's pupils shrank sharply, and he jumped backwards rapidly. The wolf tail of the door was flicked, more than two meters, and the body of Sanskrit was wrapped.

"Let you run again!" yelled Xiumen.

If you are entangled by that wolf's tail, the Sanskrit sound will be full of holes. I saw Fanyin raise his eyebrows, exert his strength all over his body, shout, and his spiritual power was excited. Xiumen instantly felt a burst of pain, and immediately curled back into the wolf's tail.

Sanskrit fell in a volley, dodging a blow. As soon as he leaned over, a dark shadow pressed overhead. Sanskrit leaned sideways and swung her heavy sword. The wolf claws of the door were not hidden, and a heavy sword was pressed on the Fanyin heavy sword, and the Sanyin fell to the ground. Xiumen's mouth opened wide and bit at her. Fanyin let go of the heavy sword, supported the ground with one hand, and a handstand whirl, and her whole body was propped up by herself. The elbows exerted force, the toes were up, and the movements were clean and neat.

She put her legs together, her waist together, like a beautiful weapon, and kicked her feet heavily in Xiumen's jaw. This force actually kicked Xiumen's mouth together. Fanyin stood upside down in the air, twisted her waist, kicked her legs to exert force, swooped down, and swung her thorny blade into the wolf claws of Xiumen's heavy sword.

Sanskrit Yin's spiritual power was released quickly, reaching the tip of the blade in an instant, and stabbing it violently. Xiumen was in pain, withdrew the wolf's claws, and Sanskrit Yin snatched the heavy sword. But after this series of body movements, the Sanskrit sound was unstable and rolled to the ground. Before he could wait, the wolf claws that Xiumen had just put away stepped on again.

Sanskrit supported the ground with his right palm, exerted force with his arm, and sent his body backwards, avoiding the blow in a foolish manner. Just as she leaned to her feet, another force came at her. I saw Xiumen's strong right front leg alternate, and he kicked at Sanskrit with brute force.

Sanskrit didn't have time to use the cold shield to resist, so he retracted the stabbing blade and raised his left arm, ready to resist the blow.

There was a loud thunderclap, and the right leg with the thick trunk of the Xiumen tree slammed into Sanskrit's fine left forearm. Fanyin's eyes widened suddenly, even though she had turned on the full-protection defense technique to bless herself, a strong pain still came from her lower arm.

Fanyin knew in her heart that she couldn't withstand this blow.