"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't give it to me, you have to take it away, twenty years ago, the revenge of the little mushroom was also avenged today" The white shadow turned into a cold light and shot towards Fang Zhiqing. Several people on the other side were shocked, they didn't expect the other party to say that they would do it, without dragging their feet at all.

The white shadow swayed, and countless cold rays burst out, rushing towards the five of them.

The black shadow needle made of meteorite iron outside the sky disappeared into the air, and the cold light disappeared in an instant, and it disappeared into the air, except for the sound of friction between it and the air.

Wang Yiwu closed his eyes and heard the sound, his palm was shining with golden light, and he suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. Sou.. A thin black needle on the palm of his hand stopped in his hand, and just as he was proud, the end silk thread shook suddenly, and the black needle shot at his door again.

Frightened, Wang Yiwu hurriedly retreated.

Ao Tianxue smiled at the corner of her mouth, wrapped her fingers in her hand, and controlled the black shadow needle in the air to move quickly. A few black shadow needles had already overwhelmed several people, and Ao Tianxue turned into an afterimage, with the Mohe Sword in her hand, stabbing at Fang Zhiqing, who was a little weak.

The tip of the sword went straight to the opponent's throat, and the cold was overwhelming.

When... A white folding fan sits across the front of the soft sword, making a metallic crash. The white-faced scholar suddenly exerted force with both hands, and the folding fan flicked away the opponent's black soft sword, and the folding fan closed and stabbed towards Aotianxue. took a step forward, but his expression was tense, and he hurriedly flipped back and grabbed the green behind him and moved quickly.

At the moment when the two of them left, several cold rays in the air slashed through the air in a perfect arc and shot towards Fang Zhiqing quickly.

The five fingers of Ao Tianxue's left hand kept twisting, controlling the silk thread in the air to go quickly.

The frost is pervasive on the silk thread, and the cold air is entangled.

Jiang Bian saw that the secret path was not good, and a fishing rod in his hand flicked, and the hook shot directly at the black shadow needle in the air, whoosh. Entwined with the Shadow Needle. Jiang Bian's wrinkled face showed a knowing smile, and he used force in his hand, wanting to pull the black needle over. How could a cold air come along the silk line of the fish hook, and before the cold arrived, the surrounding temperature did not know how many degrees dropped.

Jiang Bian was shocked, patted the fishing rod in his hand, cut the silk thread, and quickly retreated with his grip on the fishing rod. Flee in a hurry.

Murong Fu saw that everyone was so embarrassed, shook his head and smiled bitterly, he couldn't imagine that the five great Yan Monarchs of Tian'an Hall were no match for a little girl. It has not been so tricky to fight with Ao Tianxue before, and it has only been a long time, and the opponent's skill has advanced so fast that it is beyond people's reach.

"Withdraw" a dart in Murong Fu's hand aimed at several cold rays in the air, and turned away.

Hearing this, the white-faced scholar grabbed Fang Zhiqing and shot away. Jiang Bian and the others glanced at each other, their faces were bitter, and they sighed and turned to leave.

The dart collided with the shadow needle in the air, and took this opportunity for all Yan Jun to flee.

"If you want to go, leave the love Gu behind" Ao Tianxue flicked under her feet and shot forward, the silk thread flashed into the cuffs, and the black sword in her hand was behind her back, turning into an afterimage.

A dramatic picture appeared, the five people in front of them ran away, and the white shadow behind them chased after them. Run away and chase after you. Walk through the Imperial Tombs.

The white-faced scholar panted angrily, carrying Fang Zhiqing behind him, and his speed was obviously getting slower and slower.

"The scholar puts the old man down, if you take the old man, you won't be able to escape"

"What nonsense is Lao Fang talking about, the five of us live and die together, how can we leave you alone" Wang Yiwu came to his side and reprimanded. took Fang Zhiqing from the white-faced scholar and carried it on his back.

The white shadow flashed, and Ao Tianxue's eyes were cold, standing in front of the three of them.

"Damn" Wang Yiwu cursed, clenched his fists with both hands and smashed the white shadow in front of him.

Ao Tianxue dodged sideways, stabbed out the sword, and went straight to Wang Yiwu's throat. The white-faced scholar hurriedly made a move, folding a fan in front of Wang Yiwu. The sword was pierced on the folding fan, and the folding fan was shaken by the huge force, shaking Wang Yiwu behind him back a few steps back.

Jiang Bian and the others saw that the three behind them were stopped by Ao Tianxue, gritted their teeth and turned back, and they shot one after another.

Aotian Xue snorted coldly, and the cold air filled with the center of her body, and quickly burst out in all directions. The two of them only felt a chill on their faces, and then their bodies were unusually cold, and their movements became much slower.