With a loud bang, Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd directly split the stone platform.

Fragments were scattered.

Fang Wu's flute sound was completely drowned out, his pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated again and again, avoiding the range of Lan Wujiang's spiritual power.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly understood the meaning of the difference between the first order and the heavens in the mouths of others.

Is this the power of the sixth order of Jindan?

Let his liver tremble.

A torrent of spiritual power poured out from the palms of Xia Mingyu's hands, trying to resist Lan Wujiang's strength, but he still slipped back a meter.

Lan Xiaowu sneered, her slender arm was slightly raised, the bandage on her face was slightly loosened, she bit her teeth lightly, and said coldly, "Pear Blossom Rain-"

In an instant, all the qi in the hands and souls turned into fine needles, and the pear petals in the sky swirled, forcing the fangwu to retreat.

Lan Wujiang's aura protection shield completely encircled Lan Xiaowu inside, not letting the aura of those two people hurt her in the slightest.

"I can't attack it now...... Fang Wu's hand holding the jade flute was scarred, he pursed his lips, his hair was blown by the wind, and a trace of blood inadvertently overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"Whether you can attack it or not, you have to try it to know!" Xia Mingyu's eyes flickered, and his arm was also in a faint pain.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.

Xia Mingyu's palm imprisoned the dragon Ding suddenly became larger, and in an instant, the golden light on the field was magnificent, and Lan Wujiang's spiritual power was temporarily lost for a second.

"Prison Dragon—Hood!" She slammed her sleeves, long and wide.

The round tripods of five meters each directly suppressed Lan Wujiang and Lan Xiaowu.

Even Lan Wujiang's aura protective shield was self-defeating.

"Boom!" Ding into the stone platform for three points.

"This is a mid-human level spiritual weapon!"

"Lord Xia is really willing, I don't know how many spirit stones it took to build this Ding for Miss Xia."

Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd kept making a roar at this time.

The golden-headed totem of the halberd face is hot.

The Demon Abyss was originally a Lingjiao Pond three hundred years ago, and the Jiaodu Tribulation failed, and was buried in the pool, and the resentment was soaring, and finally the Lingtan became a Demon Abyss.

But Xia Mingyu took out the imprisoned dragon tripod to suppress her and Lan Xiaowu.

"Sister, are you okay?" Lan Xiaowu looked at Lan Wujiang's pale face here, and took a step forward very worriedly.

Lan Wujiang waved his hand at Lan Xiaowu, "Don't come here, you go to the Ding Side to stay, and I'll see if I can break this Ding myself." ”

Lan Xiaowu wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he listened to Lan Wujiang and shrank into the corner alone.

Lan Wujiang closed his eyes and sank down, the spiritual power in his body was connected with the red blood halberd, black and white lights were intertwined, and the red mist shrouded Lan Wujiang's whole person.

There was constant pressure from the imprisoned dragon ding, and Lan Xiaowu only felt that his heart was seriously loaded, and the whole person seemed to be about to be squeezed.

At this time, the sound of the flute slowly entered Lan Xiaowu's ears.

Lan Wujiang frowned, and immediately sealed his hearing.

And Lan Xiaowu has been controlled by the flute.

Her eyes were red, and her hands and spiritual power converged into a ball, she should have made a move on Lan Wujiang, but her eyes changed in a trance.

"Can't...... Hurt my sister. ”

She struggled to bite the words between her lips and teeth, and the sound of struggle came from her throat.

Lan Wujiang's left hand spiritual power flew towards Lan Xiaowu, directly stunned Lan Xiaowu, and then separated his spiritual power to protect Lan Xiaowu.

Lan Xiaowu's body fell to the ground weakly, although his brows were furrowed, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Qiankun - broken." Lan Wujiang held the Dao Seal in his left hand and the Red Blood Halberd in his right hand, and at the moment when the Dao Seal attacked, he picked up the battle halberd and struck a volley in the air.

"Boom."

The imprisoned dragon tripod was shaken by three points.

The three points pushed the layers of stone flakes forward.

Xia Mingyu looked stunned, the blood at the corner of Fang Wu's mouth had already stained the collar red, his eyes widened, and he played the flute even harder.

Blood fell from his lips into the flute, splashing blood in the air.

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Please subscribe to the genuine version. With a loud bang, Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd directly split the stone platform.

Fragments were scattered.

Fang Wu's flute sound was completely drowned out, his pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated again and again, avoiding the range of Lan Wujiang's spiritual power.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly understood the meaning of the difference between the first order and the heavens in the mouths of others.

Is this the power of the sixth order of Jindan?

Let his liver tremble.

A torrent of spiritual power poured out from the palms of Xia Mingyu's hands, trying to resist Lan Wujiang's strength, but he still slipped back a meter.

Lan Xiaowu sneered, her slender arm was slightly raised, the bandage on her face was slightly loosened, she bit her teeth lightly, and said coldly, "Pear Blossom Rain-"

In an instant, all the qi in the hands and souls turned into fine needles, and the pear petals in the sky swirled, forcing the fangwu to retreat.

Lan Wujiang's aura protection shield completely encircled Lan Xiaowu inside, not letting the aura of those two people hurt her in the slightest.

"I can't attack it now...... Fang Wu's hand holding the jade flute was scarred, he pursed his lips, his hair was blown by the wind, and a trace of blood inadvertently overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"Whether you can attack it or not, you have to try it to know!" Xia Mingyu's eyes flickered, and his arm was also in a faint pain.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.

Xia Mingyu's palm imprisoned the dragon Ding suddenly became larger, and in an instant, the golden light on the field was magnificent, and Lan Wujiang's spiritual power was temporarily lost for a second.

"Prison Dragon—Hood!" She slammed her sleeves, long and wide.

The round tripods of five meters each directly suppressed Lan Wujiang and Lan Xiaowu.

Even Lan Wujiang's aura protective shield was self-defeating.

"Boom!" Ding into the stone platform for three points.

"This is a mid-human level spiritual weapon!"

"Lord Xia is really willing, I don't know how many spirit stones it took to build this Ding for Miss Xia."

Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd kept making a roar at this time.

The golden-headed totem of the halberd face is hot.

The Demon Abyss was originally a Lingjiao Pond three hundred years ago, and the Jiaodu Tribulation failed, and was buried in the pool, and the resentment was soaring, and finally the Lingtan became a Demon Abyss.

But Xia Mingyu took out the imprisoned dragon tripod to suppress her and Lan Xiaowu.

"Sister, are you okay?" Lan Xiaowu looked at Lan Wujiang's pale face here, and took a step forward very worriedly.

Lan Wujiang waved his hand at Lan Xiaowu, "Don't come here, you go to the Ding Side to stay, and I'll see if I can break this Ding myself." ”

Lan Xiaowu wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he listened to Lan Wujiang and shrank into the corner alone.

Lan Wujiang closed his eyes and sank down, the spiritual power in his body was connected with the red blood halberd, black and white lights were intertwined, and the red mist shrouded Lan Wujiang's whole person.

There was constant pressure from the imprisoned dragon ding, and Lan Xiaowu only felt that his heart was seriously loaded, and the whole person seemed to be about to be squeezed.

At this time, the sound of the flute slowly entered Lan Xiaowu's ears.

Lan Wujiang frowned, and immediately sealed his hearing.

And Lan Xiaowu has been controlled by the flute.

Her eyes were red, and her hands and spiritual power converged into a ball, she should have made a move on Lan Wujiang, but her eyes changed in a trance. Love Literature Network

"Can't...... Hurt my sister. ”

She struggled to bite the words between her lips and teeth, and the sound of struggle came from her throat.

Lan Wujiang's left hand spiritual power flew towards Lan Xiaowu, directly stunned Lan Xiaowu, and then separated his spiritual power to protect Lan Xiaowu.

Lan Xiaowu's body fell to the ground weakly, although his brows were furrowed, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Qiankun - broken." Lan Wujiang held the Dao Seal in his left hand and the Red Blood Halberd in his right hand, and at the moment when the Dao Seal attacked, he picked up the battle halberd and struck a volley in the air.

"Boom."

The imprisoned dragon tripod was shaken by three points.

The three points pushed the layers of stone flakes forward.

Xia Mingyu looked stunned, the blood at the corner of Fang Wu's mouth had already stained the collar red, his eyes widened, and he played the flute even harder.

Blood fell from his lips into the flute, splashing blood in the air.

———————————————————————————————————————————————— anti-theft chapter is isolated and replaced with the main text after 8 hours.

Please subscribe to the genuine version. With a loud bang, Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd directly split the stone platform.

Fragments were scattered.

Fang Wu's flute sound was completely drowned out, his pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated again and again, avoiding the range of Lan Wujiang's spiritual power.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly understood the meaning of the difference between the first order and the heavens in the mouths of others.

Is this the power of the sixth order of Jindan?

Let his liver tremble.

A torrent of spiritual power poured out from the palms of Xia Mingyu's hands, trying to resist Lan Wujiang's strength, but he still slipped back a meter.

Lan Xiaowu sneered, her slender arm was slightly raised, the bandage on her face was slightly loosened, she bit her teeth lightly, and said coldly, "Pear Blossom Rain-"

In an instant, all the qi in the hands and souls turned into fine needles, and the pear petals in the sky swirled, forcing the fangwu to retreat.

Lan Wujiang's aura protection shield completely encircled Lan Xiaowu inside, not letting the aura of those two people hurt her in the slightest.

"I can't attack it now...... Fang Wu's hand holding the jade flute was scarred, he pursed his lips, his hair was blown by the wind, and a trace of blood inadvertently overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"Whether you can attack it or not, you have to try it to know!" Xia Mingyu's eyes flickered, and his arm was also in a faint pain.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.

Xia Mingyu's palm imprisoned the dragon Ding suddenly became larger, and in an instant, the golden light on the field was magnificent, and Lan Wujiang's spiritual power was temporarily lost for a second.

"Prison Dragon—Hood!" She slammed her sleeves, long and wide.

The round tripods of five meters each directly suppressed Lan Wujiang and Lan Xiaowu.

Even Lan Wujiang's aura protective shield was self-defeating.

"Boom!" Ding into the stone platform for three points.

"This is a mid-human level spiritual weapon!"

"Lord Xia is really willing, I don't know how many spirit stones it took to build this Ding for Miss Xia."

Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd kept making a roar at this time.

The golden-headed totem of the halberd face is hot.

The Demon Abyss was originally a Lingjiao Pond three hundred years ago, and the Jiaodu Tribulation failed, and was buried in the pool, and the resentment was soaring, and finally the Lingtan became a Demon Abyss.

But Xia Mingyu took out the imprisoned dragon tripod to suppress her and Lan Xiaowu.

"Sister, are you okay?" Lan Xiaowu looked at Lan Wujiang's pale face here, and took a step forward very worriedly.

Lan Wujiang waved his hand at Lan Xiaowu, "Don't come here, you go to the Ding Side to stay, and I'll see if I can break this Ding myself." ”

Lan Xiaowu wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he listened to Lan Wujiang and shrank into the corner alone.

Lan Wujiang closed his eyes and sank down, the spiritual power in his body was connected with the red blood halberd, black and white lights were intertwined, and the red mist shrouded Lan Wujiang's whole person.

There was constant pressure from the imprisoned dragon ding, and Lan Xiaowu only felt that his heart was seriously loaded, and the whole person seemed to be about to be squeezed.

At this time, the sound of the flute slowly entered Lan Xiaowu's ears.

Lan Wujiang frowned, and immediately sealed his hearing.

And Lan Xiaowu has been controlled by the flute.

Her eyes were red, and her hands and spiritual power converged into a ball, she should have made a move on Lan Wujiang, but her eyes changed in a trance.

"Can't...... Hurt my sister. ”

She struggled to bite the words between her lips and teeth, and the sound of struggle came from her throat.

Lan Wujiang's left hand spiritual power flew towards Lan Xiaowu, directly stunned Lan Xiaowu, and then separated his spiritual power to protect Lan Xiaowu.

Lan Xiaowu's body fell to the ground weakly, although his brows were furrowed, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Qiankun - broken." Lan Wujiang held the Dao Seal in his left hand and the Red Blood Halberd in his right hand, and at the moment when the Dao Seal attacked, he picked up the battle halberd and struck a volley in the air.

"Boom."

The imprisoned dragon tripod was shaken by three points.

The three points pushed the layers of stone flakes forward.

Xia Mingyu looked stunned, the blood at the corner of Fang Wu's mouth had already stained the collar red, his eyes widened, and he played the flute even harder.

Blood fell from his lips into the flute, splashing blood in the air.

———————————————————————————————————————————————— anti-theft chapter is isolated and replaced with the main text after 8 hours.

Please subscribe to the genuine version. With a loud bang, Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd directly split the stone platform.

Fragments were scattered.

Fang Wu's flute sound was completely drowned out, his pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated again and again, avoiding the range of Lan Wujiang's spiritual power.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly understood the meaning of the difference between the first order and the heavens in the mouths of others.

Is this the power of the sixth order of Jindan?

Let his liver tremble.

A torrent of spiritual power poured out from the palms of Xia Mingyu's hands, trying to resist Lan Wujiang's strength, but he still slipped back a meter.

Lan Xiaowu sneered, her slender arm was slightly raised, the bandage on her face was slightly loosened, she bit her teeth lightly, and said coldly, "Pear Blossom Rain-"

In an instant, all the qi in the hands and souls turned into fine needles, and the pear petals in the sky swirled, forcing the fangwu to retreat.

Lan Wujiang's aura protection shield completely encircled Lan Xiaowu inside, not letting the aura of those two people hurt her in the slightest.

"I can't attack it now...... Fang Wu's hand holding the jade flute was scarred, he pursed his lips, his hair was blown by the wind, and a trace of blood inadvertently overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"Whether you can attack it or not, you have to try it to know!" Xia Mingyu's eyes flickered, and his arm was also in a faint pain.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.

Lan Xiaowu's pear blossom needle is really unguardable.

Her lips were red, the aura on her body burst out, and a golden tripod with intricate runes appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Lan Wujiang had a bad premonition in her heart, and she wanted to come to the second slash.