"Ice Spirit Divine Needle!" The face of the flower butterfly changed suddenly, and her body flashed rapidly.

Three silver needles suddenly appeared on the wall behind him, and the needles were carved with strange patterns on the upper floor.

The Ice Spirit Needle is a secret weapon of the ancient tomb school, and the needle body is engraved with patterns to create exquisite. This needle is extremely poisonous, poisoned when touched, the skin is all black, if the skin is broken, you will die in an instant.

Vicious anomalous!

Song Shenshu took advantage of this kung fu and bent down to pick up the iron sword on the ground.

"Although the master has a life and can't easily use the Ice Spirit Divine Needle on people, I don't want to leave any hands on a wicked person like you." Bai Qingyan said coldly.

"No wonder she looks so handsome, it turned out to be a little girl from the tomb faction, Gaga, today Lao Tzu wants to have a good fight with you and Longxian." Hua Butterfly stared at Bai Qingyan's body and smiled evilly.

The Tomb Sect only accepts female disciples, and since Bai Qingyan can use the Ice Spirit Divine Needle, she must be a woman disguised as a man.

"Thief, don't speak wildly! Senior Sister Qingyan, how can a thief like you covet it! Song Shenshu trembled with anger, he had always admired Bai Qingyan, how could he not be angry when he heard such words?

"Amitabha, the poor monk is here!" Wuse walked slowly from outside the door with a black iron rod in his hand, and the muscles on his burly body surged gently, like an iron arhat.

The other disciples of the three sects of Wudang, Shaolin, and Ancient Tomb stayed outside the door, because the space in the house was small, and it was not suitable for so many people to fight together, and going up to help would only get in the way.

"You juniors, do you think that with the support of the sect, Lao Tzu will not kill you?" The flower butterfly ripped off the black scarf, revealing an ugly face.

"Your Excellency has done a lot of evil, everyone will be punished, a thief like you who insults an innocent woman, even the devil can't tolerate you!" With a slight wave of the iron rod in Wuse's hand, a burst of wind cracking sounded erupt.

As Wu Se said, the flower thief has a low status in the Demon Dao, and even the people in the Demon Dao look down on him very much.

"What if you can't tolerate it? You little things aren't going to be slaughtered by Lao Tzu yet! The flower butterfly smiled darkly.

Bai Qingyan snorted coldly and stepped forward to surround the flower butterfly.

"I'm going to prepare too, I didn't expect the flower butterfly to be so difficult to deal with." Ye Zhong pushed Long Xian to the deepest part of the bed, his face was full of panic, but he secretly put on a posture of swallowing dragons.

The longer you swallow it, the more violently it will spit out.

The dragon elephant true magic skill in Ye Chong's body kept running, and the muscles on his body were beating gently like thick steel ropes, and the muscles showed a faint metallic color.

The four confronted each other.

The flower butterfly scimitar was sheathed, and Bai Qingyan and the three of them stood quietly around him.

Outside, the drizzle was like fog.

The scarlet candlelight swayed with the wisps of wind, reflecting on the bodies of several people, dragging their shadows for a long time, like a dozen twisted black snakes.

Inside, only the sound of breathing remained.

Choke!

The light of the sword is like snow, and the body of the flower butterfly is like a ghost, and it slashes at the slowest moving Wuse.

There was no sadness or joy on Wu Sehan's face, completely ignoring the light of the knife, he picked up the iron rod and smashed it at the head of the flower butterfly, as if to smash him to pieces.

Moment.

Bai Qingyan's thin sword stabbed the back of the butterfly's neck, and threw out the Ice Spirit Silver Needle with his left hand.

The iron sword of Song Shenshu turned into a cold light, covering the underside of the flower butterfly, which was really vicious and tricky, and it was really hard to imagine that it was a trick of the Wudang faction.

"March kill! Shake! ”

The flower butterfly suddenly roared, and the scimitar in his hand split three cold rays in mid-air, hitting the weapons of the three like lightning.

The strange spiral force suddenly spread to their palms.

The swords in Bai Qingyan and Song Shenshu's hands were immediately knocked away, because the two of them had already suffered from the stab wounds of the flower butterfly before, and the shock was far from an ordinary skill.

The iron rod in Wuse's hand was a little loose, and his big hand was extremely hot, and the strange power just now should be the shock that the third-rate realm must master.

This thief is really difficult to deal with, and I don't know if there will be any casualties in this battle.

The knife light of the flower butterfly flashes again, from the bottom to the top, and slashes obliquely!

Slash at Gose's throat!

Swish!

A flash of silver light flew.

The flower butterfly hurriedly flew up, and the iron rod of Wuse stabbed him like a black line.

Clang!

The snow-white knife flashed and slashed at the iron rod.

With the strength of the stick, the flower butterfly flew to the beam of the house, looking down at the three decent disciples below.

Bai Qingyan and Song Shenshu both picked up the sword weapons on the ground, but their state was not very good, and the scars on their bodies became more and more intense.

"Senior brother, junior sister, are you two okay?" Gose frowned slightly, he knew that if this continued, the three of them would definitely die under the knife of the flower butterfly.

"It's fine." Song Shenshu clenched his teeth and stared coldly at the flower butterfly.

"He must be killed today!" Bai Qingyan said coldly, she couldn't let this thief insult the innocent woman.

"Want to kill me? Quack, I'm laughing to death! Flower Butterfly couldn't help but laugh.

The three people below have not mastered the most important "earthquake" of the third-rate realm, and two of them are injured and still want to kill him? It's a dream!

"Heavenly Dragon Demon Suppression!" Gose snorted coldly.

I saw that his burly body suddenly swelled, and the whole person suddenly rose an inch, turning into a two-meter-tall giant!

"Tianlong Gong!"

The people around couldn't help but drink lowly.

Ye Chong, who was hiding on the bed, also looked pale, but he didn't expect this Wuse to practice Tianlong Gong, which was really admirable.

Tianlong Gong is extremely famous in the rivers and lakes, because practicing this kind of exercise, you have to endure the pain of ten thousand ants devouring your heart for an hour every day, which is not at all something that ordinary people can endure.

"Little monk, you're a character!" The complexion of the flower butterfly changes slightly.

Tianlong Gong can temporarily raise his realm to one level in a quarter of an hour.

"Kill!"

Wuse suddenly jumped, as if turning into a huge King Kong, and the thick black iron rod in his hand slammed into the flower butterfly on the beam of the house, like a mad demon!

The body of the flower butterfly flashed sharply, and the scimitar in his hand shook, turning into a puff of snow light, and slashing at Wuse's throat.

Wu Se did not dodge or dodge, the iron rod turned into a black electric light, and slammed towards the slender neck of the flower butterfly, which was completely the posture of ending up together!

Bang!

Knives and sticks intersect.

The flower butterfly's body shook and flew sideways towards the wall, and Gose also took three steps back, leaving deep footprints on the wooden floor with each step.

Bai Qingyan and Song Shenshu couldn't help at all.

"Poof!" The flower butterfly spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and her triangular eyes showed resentment.

He was beaten like this by a novice in the rivers and lakes who didn't even master the "shock", how could he swallow this breath?

A trace of blood also faintly flowed from the corners of Gose's mouth, and fine wound marks appeared on his thick arms, and mottled marks on the iron rod.