Gu Aotian, who was touted to the sky, glanced at Lin Xiu coldly, as if he was caring for a mentally handicapped child.

This person doesn't speak, his mouth stinks, right?

Holding a god-level magic weapon fish intestine sword, Que Yin chased the king of the north and slashed all the way, can you tell me that you can just do it?

According to the comparison of strength, he is also on par with the king of the north, so that he can fight against the bird, is it really a King Kong gourd baby?

In other words, Que Yin really rushed to kill everything, and chased the king of the north to run around the mountain in two groups.

Of course, the head descender is also among them, and with a slight flick of his wrist, when the fish intestine sword cuts through the neck of the head descender, he will always say the last sentence.

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped."

The King of the North looked at the bird in horror, even if he overestimated his strength, the strength he could show was much higher than his conjecture.

Where did the head descending master who was chased come from so many emotions and thoughts, and he thought that the bird was pretending to be compared.

You're amazing, you can endure it, but don't you pretend you'll die?

After the Heavenly Pillar disappeared, Que Yin didn't even have the interest to take a look, and the corners of the afterglow were all in positions with strong fluctuations.

The Japanese people couldn't help it and wanted to jump out of the pie.

Unexpectedly, he was blacklisted by Bird Yin a long time ago, and where he was, don't think about touching the Hundred Ghost Flute of Huaxia Kingdom.

"Run, don't worry about anything, you can escape back to Thailand." When the king of the north saw that the situation was not good, he slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

To avoid returning to Thailand to be chewed on the root of the tongue, the powerful head lowering masters have resorted to life-saving techniques.

In front of the bird's yin, it was like a paper paste, and it was broken with a sword.

The head-lowering caster also has to have a medium, such as a photo or name.

No wonder Que Yin came up and said that he didn't know what the name was, it turned out to be to prevent his head from being dropped.

Although it can be unraveled, the delayed effort is enough for the king of the north to successfully leave the Huaxia Kingdom.

"As long as I can tear off a piece of his clothes, I can make him survive! You can't die! ”

I can't beat it, I can only get over it.

But there are really head lowerers who believe that after seeing the death of their friends with their own eyes, even if they are desperate, they have to bring back a piece of clothing.

The head descending master who turned around and left, before the king of the north could think too much, rushed out, and the direction he ran to was the location of the bird yin.

This stupid boy! Obviously, he was talking about playing, but he took it seriously, let the king of the north say something!

There is no choice but to give up, saving his life is the key, even he is not sure that he can escape, can he turn back to save him?

"Huh?" The puzzled Bird Yin glanced at the head descender, there was no threat at all, and he didn't kill with a sword.

As a result, after tearing off the corners of his clothes, the head descender ran away suddenly.

Perennial soaking in corpses, dealing with yin qi, the body is very poor.

Seeing that his clothes were torn, Que Yin was angry, and he also understood the role of the corners of his clothes, so he directly threw away a sword qi.

The waist was cut off, and the blood mist was thrown into the air.

A wonderful sword, Lin Xiu clapped his hands and applauded, this sword, with sword qi alone, has no doubt its strong strength.

At the moment when the pillar of heaven disappeared, there was a surge in all directions, and the two elders of the Tiansha Sect joined the team of snatching, the strong man left by the cult, and the strong master who had been hidden for many years.

The talisman master comparable to the fairyland, Lin Xiu was dazzled, and the way he used the formation was completely a lesson.

"That talisman master's fighting style is so special, I don't know when I will become such a master."

Lin Xiu's whispered muttering happened to be heard by the people squatting aside.

"Want to be a talisman? That's a one-in-a-million existence, you can't even bear the aftermath of the battle, what kind of talisman is it for. ”

Squatting on the ground, the young man who looked like a ball looked at Lin Xiu with contempt.

Lin Xiu glanced at it with contempt, what is it? It's like talking to him.

self-inflicted, peacock opens the screen.

The young man also sensed Lin Xiu's contempt, and his mouth was angry, and his fingers were drawn in the void.

The lines that are connected together are like a beautiful starry sky, and the shimmering Dao Qi flows inside.

In the last stroke, the little fat man's fingertips were lightly raised, and the formation that was about to succeed was broken.

deliberately showing the identity of the talisman, it is like patting his chest and saying, I am the one in 10,000 candidates.

It's a pity that in the face of Lin Xiu, he won't have a good face, and he will treat him with a cold face.

It's like my brother is not a talisman, what's the big deal, what's the big deal about being able to draw formations?

Flaunt?

Moving out of the most difficult magic circle that Li Xiaoyao had ever taught, Lin Xiu tilted his head and looked arrogant.

In the last stroke, he also raised his fingertips to dissolve the formation of the circle.

The little fat man looked at him in surprise, his mouth slightly open, and he had a hellish expression.

Thinking that the little fat man was too surprised and so shocked that he couldn't even speak, Lin Xiu turned his head and continued to watch the battle.

But the squatting little fat man knelt directly on his knees on the ground, and even his eyes were trembling, isn't that ......

One of the people who snatched the Hundred Ghost Flutes, that is, the person who sketched the magic circle, comparable to the existence of the fairyland, was his master.

One of the only few descendants of Wudang Mountain, the inheritance of the formation, with a heroic and righteous formation, pacified the Jiangdong region.

Lin Xiu sketched a few strokes at random, and in the eyes of the little fat man, on a fragment of his master's scroll, he sketched half of the real magic circle.

It is completely consistent with the magic circle outlined by Lin Xiu, and the complex magic circle is just an eye of the formation, and small formations need to be added to form a set within a set.

This can exert the strongest strength, his master has already determined that he is the last Fu Immortal in Wudang Mountain, could it be that there is another Fu Immortal hidden in the mountain, and now Lin Xiu is the descendant of that one?

The little fat man looked surprised, and slowly twisted towards the place where his master was fighting, unable to even speak.

There is no one who can survive from Wudang Mountain below the fairyland, and it is rumored that there is a great power to enter the legendary realm.

Keen perception, perceiving that the person behind him was looking at him, Fu Xian glanced at it and found that it was his little apprentice.

But his expression was so sluggish that he couldn't even speak, and he thought something was going on.

Even the hundred ghost flutes gave up and immediately rushed to the little fat man.

With the pressure of one less Fu Immortal, even the second elder of the Tiansha Sect was much more relaxed.

After all, the deterrent power of Fu Immortal is much higher than that of the existence of the Dao Immortal Realm, and the way of fighting can be seen that one enemy and two are not a matter at all.

The fighting people are fighting, everyone has a life-saving hole card, no one wants to use the hole card first, in case in the follow-up, when you need to run away like the king of the north, no hole card is equivalent to cutting off your own back road.

This operation is not the practice of the super strong man in the fairyland, and the Fu Immortal who rushed to the side of the little fat man squatted down.

"Fat Dun, what's wrong with you? You okay? ”

The little fat man shook his head slightly and said, "There is also a descendant of Fu Immortal in Wudang Mountain, and it seems that he is more than just a Fu Master. ”

This was like saying in Fu Xian's ears, he must have surpassed Fat Dun in the realm, otherwise he wouldn't have said this.

Lin Xiu's sharp temperament was like a sharp sword, and he was definitely not only a talisman master, but also a master of the Dao realm.

But Fu Xian misunderstood, thinking that what he was talking about was the existence of one step closer to entering the pseudo-immortal realm.

(End of chapter)