It is not the best strategy to let Kunyu open up this channel, but if it is consumed here, when the Jiaowang in the rear arrives, the two of them will be more than lucky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The gold-clothed man pointed at the sword again, the four swords flicked up, the sword edge turned sharply, the sword qi like a golden flame at the tip of the sword suddenly soared, the sharp and fiery sword qi pierced into the back of the kunyu little by little in the sound of "snort", and Fan Yanshan jumped onto the back of the kunyu with the help of the pull of the demon rope.

As soon as he stepped on the smooth back, his feet slipped, his body stumbled and almost fell, he hurriedly bounced up with one hand, Yun Ling stabilized his body, his short and thin body slanted and sprinted, his two fingers and raised in front of his eyes, the faint light in the two eyeballs dissipated, a trace of light red rose, the red lines in the pupils were wrapped in a circle and gently rotated, the misty breath flowed out, and at a glance he felt a breathtaking magic.

Snatching?

Seeing the changes in his body, the gold-clothed people's hearts moved, and more were puzzled, this kind of kung fu is only when the body of the great monk with a strong soul is destroyed, and he has to find the body again to foster his own soul.

What was he doing? His soul was really strong enough to take a live kunyu?

Even if it really works, what can it be? Giving up his physical body to live in the body of a kun is completely different from the purpose of catching a kun for him......

Just as he was puzzled, he saw Fan Yanshan jump up from the smooth and thick back of the kunyu, and then crossed the waves in the air for about four or five zhang away, and then his body fell from the air, landing straight on the head of the kunyu, and his pale red eyes stared at the two huge eyes on the kunyu's head.

"Woo-",

As soon as the clinker landed on top of the fish's head, a terrible sound wave came out of its mouth.

Different from the cheerful tone before, this roar was full of anger, and the always mild-mannered Kunyu was actually angry, and both the Jinyi and Fan Yanshan could clearly feel its fierce emotions.

Feeling the irrepressible anger, Fan Yanshan suddenly remembered a big taboo of beast control, when a beast master faced a high-level demon beast, he must not ride on them or stand on their head before completely conquering them or making a contract with them, this is an affront to their dignity and an unforgivable offense to the demon clan.

"Boom",

"Whoa",

At this time, it was too late to remember, and the Kunyu, who was aroused by anger, let out a long roar, and the sound waves that reverberated in the air formed a sonic boom, Fan Yanshan and the gold-clothed man only felt pain in their eardrums for a while, and a sound stream echoed in their brains, and their heads were split.

The two of them were busy switching from offense to defense, running their aura to resist the sonic boom that constantly reverberated from the impact, and the stormy waves rose up, and the passage shook violently between the waves and the angry rolls, and the silt fell one after another, and the passage seemed to have been damaged to the extreme, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

In the raging waves, the gold-clothed man, whose body was already difficult to support, gasped, and took back the four Xuanyuan swords, slapped his palm on the Qianyuan bag, and a golden object turned into a golden mang, and firmly hooked on the back of the kunyu through the torrential waves, and the gold-clothed man held the golden chain that linked the wishful golden hook.

The body still rolled with the waves, and then there was a loud noise in the ears, and the kunyu hit the thick mud wall against Fan Yanshan, and the angry crash was like a mountain collapsing, and there was a rumbling sound from behind, and the huge passage with a width of six zhang continued to collapse in the roaring sound, and the overturned silt filled all the remaining space in the channel.

"Livestock... Raw ......",

Fan Yanshan was trapped in the mud by the top of the Kunyu, and under that huge force, the aura on his body also collapsed, the qi and blood in his body were churning, and his breath was disordered, and his dry and thin body continued to stretch out and press towards the silt, until a trace of more than ten zhang long was pressed, and then ......

"wave",

With a strange sound, his body rolled away from the mud, the heaven and the earth seemed to suddenly split into black and white, the original black world at the bottom of the pool disappeared, the sunlight shone directly from above, as he retreated, the light became brighter and brighter, and the darkness in front of him quickly disappeared, until it became a black spot, and when he looked again, he found that he was no longer under the cold pool, but crashed out of a mountain, and slid straight down to the endless river.

He saw a towering mountain in front of him, and there was a huge bulge from his strange height, from which the silt was spewed out of it, forming a great gray wave.

The passage connecting Hantan to the river was opened.

Fan Yanshan's heart rose and fell, his face showed a stunned look, and when he turned around, he saw that large boats were coming out not far behind, with flags in the air, and large boats were forming a group in front of this mountain peak.

It's the Celestial Wolf Society, the Evil Tiger Gang, and the last line of defense here.

Shouts were heard in the distance, and several large ships began to move towards the place, and they clearly heard the movement here.

And there was a loud noise in front of him, the kun fish roared out from the big waves, the body like a small mountain staggered through the mountain, several explosions came in succession, the mountain was littered with rocks, the kun appeared on the mountain behind the water A huge cave appeared, the whole mountain was almost cut from the middle, followed by a loud "bang", the huge body of the kun fish fell into the river and stirred up the road and the mountain peaks were extremely high and huge.

"Huh?",

Seeing that the kunyu was about to dive into the water, Fan Yanshan's eyes were cold, and he decisively pulled the demon rope to perform the exercise of a thousand catties and fell straight down on the top of the kunyu's head, the kunyu was furious, the demonic energy was surging, and it was a steaming mountain, and he opened his mouth to suck the waves angrily, and the river surface within a radius of ten zhang suddenly became three inches shorter, and he keenly felt that the demon qi of the kunyu climbed after entering the river, Fan Yanshan did not dare to delay any longer, pinched the trick with ten fingers, and the aura in the body poured out like a raging wave, and the hands were closed, and the word "seal" appeared in the palm.

"Demon Sealing",

Fan Yanshan pressed the "seal" with both palms and pressed it on the head of the kunyu, and the aura in his body spread like a torrent, and the demonic power on the kunyu's body was suddenly suppressed a little, and it let out a long roar of anger in its mouth, and the demonic power on its body fell at first, but then it regained steam.

Fan Yanshan was out of the way, fighting the old fate and turning the aura of the whole body to cast the demon sealing decision, about to ambush the kunyu, the five fingers were like steel, the green tendons on the back of the hand burst out, the terrifying scene spread along the back of the hand, to the arm, to the neck, and then to the face, the word "seal" in the palm of the palm was also pressed into the body of the kunyu little by little, but just when the sealing demon was about to be completed, there was a sudden roar behind him that pierced the sky, and a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the air, and swooped down after a little stay in the sky.

When this dazzling golden light swooped down, Fan Yanshan's skill suddenly felt like a mang's back, as if something was about to cut his back, he was shocked, he didn't care about the kunyu, he stepped on his toes, and avoided the dazzling and blazing golden mang, and was about to stretch out his palm, when he suddenly felt a coldness behind him, and when he turned his head sharply, a figure as fast as a streamer came into view, the sword light flashed, a blood arrow flew up on his chest, and the sharp figure held a sword and grazed his body.

After a sword, the sword blade came again, Fan Yanshan gritted his teeth, turned around, and leaned out his two fingers like lightning to clamp the long sword that stabbed like a phantom of light, and a heroic face also came into view.

"Who are you?",

He asked in a low voice.

A very faint and gentle smile appeared on Ying Ting's face, as if the spring flowers were blooming at the end of the cold winter, the ice and snow melted, the young man smiled softly, and said: "Worship the sword Red Mansion, Lu Hong",

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