However, Fanyin's waist is tough, and it is better than the heavy sword, which makes it impossible to repair the door for a while. Soon, saliva began to drip between the teeth of the door repair. The poisonous saliva dripped onto the ice, melting a large crater in an instant.

"Stupid woman!" Xiumen said in his heart.

At this moment, Fanyin's arms suddenly exerted force, and a fierce cold rushed up along Xiumen's wolf teeth, only to hear Xiumen's wail, and his wolf teeth instantly turned into ice. Fanyin's palm exerted force, and the two half-meter-long wolf teeth were actually broken off alive by Fanyin.

The painful Xiumen wanted to close the wolf's mouth, but who expected, the Sanskrit sound was still in front of his teeth and did not leave.

"What is she going to do!" Xiumen exclaimed in his heart, why didn't he take the opportunity to escape?

"Didn't you say that you were going to poison Beiming with wolf poison! I'm going to remove your poisonous fangs one by one today!" Sanskrit Yin's voice was poignant and high-pitched, and people shuddered when they heard it.

"What!" Xiumen panicked, and two more wolf teeth were frozen and brittle, and they were abolished by Sanskrit.

Xiumen's limbs jumped sharply in pain, but the Sanskrit sound seemed to be embedded in his mouth, and it didn't move at all. At this time, even Fanyin began to feel a chill under his feet. The wolf saliva was frozen by the cold air of the Sanskrit sound, and they all retreated. Seeing that the sharp weapon of repairing the door is about to be abolished by Sanskrit. The corners of the wolf's mouth were torn apart by Sanskrit sounds.

Beiming's fingers were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, and the force was too great, and the bone fingers he was clenching hurt.

"Uh!" a painful sound came from the movie screen, and there was no sound in an instant. Immediately afterward, a rumbling whine sounded again from the screen, and the sound shook the river under the ice.

Sanskrit Yin put his hand against the roof of Xiumen's jaw, clamping his wolf teeth, and most of them were removed in a moment. Seeing that his spiritual power was weakened, Sanskrit Yin was ready to fight quickly and withdraw from the cultivation gate.

At the moment of pulling his hand, there was a sudden rumbling sound from the wolf's gills of Xiumen, as if it was groundless. I saw a huge lump of flesh suddenly burst out from the wolf's neck on the outside of the repair door. Suddenly, a wolf's head, identical to Xiumen's, grew out of his neck.

The wolf's head roared and writhed, and it circled violently, biting at Fanyin's waist and abdomen. Sanskrit was caught off guard, and the whole person was bitten in the mouth by the second wolf head of the sect.

"Uh!" Sanskrit's eyes burst into pain, but the whimper was quickly swallowed.

Xiumen's brand-new wolf head bared its intact wolf teeth, and bit the torso of Sanskrit with all his might, and the gums were already nourishing blood with excessive force. He didn't stop talking, vowing to hear the rubbing between his teeth before he could vent his anger. Seeing that the gap between the teeth of the manicure door is getting smaller and smaller.

"Two-headed wolf!" On the Guozheng Hall, Dian Ni stood beside his father Duan Jingpo, and couldn't help but shout. The rest of the people present, whether they were the lords and officials or the common people, were all stunned, stunned at the moment, looking at the terrible scene that happened on the other side of the film screen.

Ji Lingxiao's hidden eyes, her body trembled, and she was also frightened, but then, the corners of her mouth began to twitch upward. Trembling and whispering, "Not dead yet......"

Hu Mei'er was so frightened that she slipped into Ji Zhong's arms, couldn't help shaking, covered her ears, and didn't want to hear any more wolf howls.

"It's going to be fine!It's going to be fine!'s Sanskrit sound!' Bei Ming's eyes were about to crack, and his heart was burning with fire, and he kept secretly thinking. Where! Where is it! Beiming can no longer find the figure of Sanskrit on the screen. "Impossible! impossible!" he frantically searched every corner of the screen.

Yaya held her breath, and from beginning to end, she didn't dare to shout the name of Sanskrit. She has long developed a habit that as long as Sanskrit is in a fighting state, she will resolutely not make a single sound. She was afraid that one of her mistakes and a cowardice would divide the heart of Sanskrit Yin, and let her be hurt because she cared about herself.

Time is like wax oil, pouring the heart of the North Hell, drop by drop.

Xiumen was biting Fanyin's body ragingly, and he was sure this time that he really bit Fanyin. He finally felt a little relieved. But gradually, Xiumen began to wonder, "This thing, why doesn't it look like fast meat when you bite it!"

Just when Xiumen wanted to spit out the "thing" in his mouth to take a look, suddenly the wolf's mouth froze, and he suddenly loosened his mouth. A line of blood rushed out from between his teeth in the middle of the door, and he howled in pain, and there were four more hideous wounds between his teeth and lips.

"You damn bedbug!" Shumen roared. Two bronze wolf heads searched around for traces of Sanskrit. The eyes of the four wolves, the four ears shrugged together, and the perception of Xiumen surged.

A cold and vigorous figure jumped out of the wolf's mouth.

"What's the matter! My stomach really hasn't been bitten through by me? How is it possible!" Xiumen saw Sanskrit clearly, and saw that she was dressed in cold white ice armor, except for the few "ice holes" on her shoulder and collarbone, but there were no wounds on her body, and her waist and abdomen were intact! He was surprised in his heart. What is this Sanskrit sound like a human being, how can it be so powerful after the "illusion", even his sharp teeth bite is not hindered?

"My spiritual power is no longer enough, and I can't last long. When the time comes, as soon as the wild ghost is broken, a few drops of wolf poison will definitely die!" "In order to withstand the bite of the cultivator just now, Fanyin injected all the spiritual power into his body and blessed the "wild ghost" method. Let your body be completely like a 10,000-year-old glacier, eternal and ice-free.

"Flaws, we must find out the flaws in repairing the door!" said Sanyin secretly.

Suddenly, Sanskrit Yin looked at Xiumen's body and limbs. "What's wrong!" Fanyin thought, his eyes lit up! Xiumen's figure at this time was two circles smaller than before! The wolf's mane was not as solid and sharp as before! His spiritual power had already been drastically reduced when he was fighting against Fanyin!

"That's it!" Sanskrit Yin didn't delay any longer, twisted his waist, like a silver snake, and inserted a gap between the two ends of Xiumen's neck, and rushed to his back.

"Finally got a loophole, didn't you?" said Shumen, sneering. Sanskrit has reached the back of the repair door. "Then don't even think about coming down again!"

The wolf's mane on the back of the door suddenly rose, tens of thousands, like a purgatory execution ground. Sanyin's body shrank, and he actually rushed towards the back of the cultivator wolf. As soon as he took two steps, the wolf who repaired the door was able to control himself, and all of them stabbed in the direction of Sanskrit. Fanyin's eyebrows furrowed, and he met head-on.

The chest, front and back, arms and legs, and Sanskrit sound were all missing, and they were fatally stabbed by the wolves who repaired the door. But she went all the way down and did not resist. Sure enough, as she expected, the wolf now is far from being sharp and hard as before, and she can't be seriously injured, and Xiumen's copper skin and iron body are also weak! Sanyin suddenly stretched out his arms, his hands became blades, his fingers were like ice picks, and he grabbed the wolf's mane beside Xiumen, and slammed it, even the belt flesh, and was pulled off by her. Xiu Menden howled out in pain like an electric shock: "Damn! You pulled out Lao Tzu's wolf!"