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When they arrived nearby, Zuo Hanfeng asked Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong to hide separately, waiting for the opportunity, attacking from the side, and he flew into the air, his eyes were blue, and his right hand was grabbed downward.

He is known as the blue-eyed flying dragon, naturally has the blood of the dragon, when he makes a move, the scales on the back of the hand are prominent, flashing blue, and the five strengths are like the extension of the claws, with the momentum of cutting through the sky, and grabbing towards the merchant yard.

The cold comes, the snowflakes are flying, the trees are withering one by one, the emerald green turns yellow, chasing the flowing water, even the evergreen pines and cypresses, but also condensed a layer of ice, as if the ice is carved, delicate, dreamy and charming.

The entire pedestrian courtyard seems to have been moved to the far north, and the walls and bricks are glowing with blue light, like a palace of ice and snow.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and many people were shivering from the cold, and those with the weakest bodies had already fallen to the ground.

Seeing that the five Dao Qi was about to grab the house, the Dao Dao Golden Qi suddenly bloomed inside, and a fist the size of a sand bowl smashed the roof, solidified all around, and hit the cold light.

As the sun rises, the snow melts, turning into rain and pouring down.

"Okay!" Zuo Hanfeng saw that Du Huai was injured, and he was happy in his heart, so he had to do his best and no longer guard against his sneak attack from the side.

At this moment, a majestic voice pierced through the sky, as if resounding in his primordial spirit.

Similar voices have long been engraved in his blood, and they are the objects of his devout worship and yearning.

This is the sound of the dragon's groan, the dragon's chant is reckless!

The majesty from the true dragon was full of absolute suppression of the subordinates, making Zuo Hanfeng tremble, and for a while he couldn't control the power of his bloodline, and he almost had the urge to crawl on the ground, and he barely managed to stabilize his body. There is no fall, but even if the Yuan Shen is not as good as the cultivator of the Eyebrow Ancestral Skill Breakthrough, he also has the strength of the exterior level. will not be as sluggish on the spot as Jiang Hengchuan at the beginning, and it will be difficult to even react.

But the enemy he is now facing is a co-ordinator. It is the Heavenly King of the Nine Grades of the Ground Rank!

Du Huai's injury was like a god descending from the sky, surrounded by golden light, swinging away the cold air, leaping up, and punching out from afar.

This punch seemed to have caught some kind of law in heaven and earth, and the nearby light condensed on it, making it like a day, dazzling and scorching. Melted the cold and threw himself into the chest of the left cold wind.

Buzzing, a weapon like a dragon's claw stood out in front of Zuo Hanfeng, it was a faint blue color, flashing with a strange light, and with a slight wave, layers of ice walls condensed

Treasure Soldier Automatic Protector!

Poof! "Great Sun" pierced through the ice walls and melted a large hole in the middle of them, but the left cold wind was not powerless, and the left palm pushed out, overwhelming the mountains and seas. The wind and snow swirled, blocking the front of the big day.

The wind dispersed and the snow disappeared, and the cold wind on the left was slightly inferior. Du Huai was so injured that he was unforgiving, his mouth spat out the sound of calming the soul, and his fists alternately struck, like a rain turned into a day, sparks flew, and the gold melted.

However, with the help of the treasure soldiers, the left cold wind is not chaotic at all, and the water is impermeable, at the same time. He runs his bloodlines and nourishes the primordial spirit. excludes the influence of Lang Huan's twelve divine sounds.

When Zuo Hanfeng made a move, Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong moved.

Yin Lenghui was like a ghost. jumped into the courtyard without touching the ground, but as soon as he crossed the courtyard wall, he saw a long sword slashing head-on, with the clear momentum of "Fengtian Carrier", so that his own witchcraft suddenly felt suppressed, as if heaven and earth were rejecting him, and it was difficult to borrow strength!

He waved his left hand, the sleeve of his coat detached, revealing the inner arm, an extremely terrifying arm.

It is made up of baby heads in series, each of which is spitting black gas, resentful, cold, and cold.

Yin Lenghui actually turned his left arm into a strange whip, and swung it out, stirring the air current, and crying with resentment that went straight to the soul.

There was a yin fire burning nearby, they didn't burn lifeless, the walls were intact, and the weeds withered.

Zhao Heng's eyebrows highlighted a bright gold spot, hanging down the yellow light, revealing a sense of sincerity, guarding the Yuan Shen and resisting the baby's cry.

The long sword slashed the bone whip, carried it by the sky, wiped out the yin and evil, and wiped out the black qi of the Dao Dao at once, but Yin Lenghui showed the trick of the whip method, and the whip was entwined, as if he wanted to directly seize the sword.

At this moment, a purple galaxy surged from the side, starry, bright and clear, enveloping Yin Lenghui in the center.

The galaxy spun sharply, and Yin Lenghui's position turned into a whirlpool, no matter how strong it was, it seemed that it would be ground into meat sauce!

Suddenly, Zhao Heng clenched his left hand into a fist and hit the side, the air flow behind him condensed, turning into a real dragon, and the bright yellow around his body was circulating, and his dignity was exposed.

With a punch, the air dragon pounced, the ground shook, and the walls collapsed.

Poof! His left fist was like a defeat, forcing a black shadow.

This black shadow has no trace of two sleeves, the left arm is made of a baby's skull, and the right hand is completely bloodless, only a layer of shriveled skin, just like Yin Lenghui! Yin Lenghui who is trapped in the purple galaxy!

The purple galaxy dissipated, and one thing fell to the ground, and it turned out to be a wooden stake!

The magic of witchcraft is truly miraculous.

Zhao Heng was about to attack again, his face suddenly changed, and without thinking about it, he swung out the long sword in his right hand, cutting off his left arm at the shoulder, and blood gushed out.

His left arm had just hit the ground, his skin was strangely swollen, and there was a sore sound inside, and then a worm with a head and tail came out, like a centipede and a long snake, but as small as a finger, flashing with colorful colors.

Zhao Heng hurriedly retreated, sealed the blood at the point, and with a stroke of the long sword, the strength broke through, and the fire ignited, burning the insect into ashes.

And Yin Lenghui did not take the opportunity to attack him, and was entangled by Qi Zhengyan with a sword.

The Purple Galaxy is both rigid and soft, turning around as he wishes, the blue ice and snow are frozen to the bones, and the cold air is far away, and he can't break through for a while.

Bang bang bang

Zhao Heng restrained his carelessness, used the sword technique of the Son of Heaven, cooperated with Qi Zhengyan, and acted as horns for each other, firmly restraining Yin Lenghui.

Zhou Yong, the man with closed eyes, "swept" Du Huai's injury in the air, took out an object from the ring of his left finger, hid it in his palm, and then attacked it from the other direction.

With the interference of the battle on location, he could no longer clearly sense the situation in the small courtyard. He could only vaguely judge where it was, so he went straight to the girl in Tsing Yi who was trying to besiege Yin Lenghui and the man who was burning with flames around him.

As soon as his figure appeared, Meng Qi turned around. An object was thrown directly in his hand, and the golden light was shining. Like a serpent.

"Rope?" He didn't expect the other party to easily turn when he was running towards Yin Lenghui, as if he had been prepared for it, and let his judgment be wrong!

The rope was divided into an indefinite number of sections, each of which seemed to have a sigil on it.

Zhou Yong reacted just now, and he was firmly bound by it, and the rune was highlighted, circulating and changing, locking his Yuan Shen and True Qi. He can't even bite his tongue and kill himself!

Zhou Yong's closed eyes opened, but the inside was no longer as deep as a void, or a sea of blood-like killing, full of incredulity and shock.

What a waste of treasure they had!

Shouldn't it be used to deal with the cold wind?

He felt that there was a strong man with Zuo Hanfeng's exterior level in front, and the enemy would give priority to him no matter what, who knows, the exterior secret treasure will come head-on, and it seems that there are so many that they can be wasted at will!

He struggled hard, but he could be tied under the fairy rope, and ordinary exterior scenes could not do anything. In his eagerness, he moved more and more tightly and was tied tighter.

At this moment, a sword light reflected his pupils. Pure and concise, the will to die is sensible, and it makes people shudder.

"It's over......"

"I'm unwilling!"

His heart was full of grievances, and he hadn't used all kinds of means yet, so he was going to give the sword like this!

I knew that I would throw out my secret treasure at the beginning!

The sword light was in the center of the eyebrows, crushing the Yuan Shen, and Zhou Yong, who was tied up by the immortal rope, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered under Jiang Zhi's micro sword, and he had no power to resist.

At this moment, an evil and bloody aura rose from the depths of Zhou Yongyuan's god. It stepped over the void and attracted a majestic force!

Just so far apart. Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei both smelled the smell of blood, and their own primordial spirits seemed to be soaked in blood. Paralyzed, cold, shivering!

Meng Qi only had this thought in his heart, and he didn't care about revealing his identity, so he pulled out the wound of heaven with his right hand, like a slash and a whip, and slashed Zhou Yong!

Be sure to destroy Zhou Yong before the other party arrives and cut off the contact!

Dark clouds converged, lightning shone, and a roar swept away the evil on the ground.

The long knife fell high, like thunder falling from the sky, showing the five senses of fast, slow, weak, heavy and strong.

Bang!

The thunder converged and turned into green thunder the thickness of a bucket.

Boom, boom, boom......

Five green thunderbolts descended one after another, guiding the long knife and slashing at Zhou Yong's body.

Because of the effect of tying the immortal rope, Zhou Yong's true qi and Yuan Shen could not cooperate with the arrival, and at this time, the majestic force could not tear open the void here.

Bang!

The long knife directly split Zhou Yong into two pieces, and the electric light skyrocketed and engulfed.

The green thunder is just to the yang, it is the nemesis of the yin and evil in the world, and the evil and bloody aura struggled for a while before being defeated.

The majestic force lost contact, and was suddenly lost in the void, slowly dissipating.

A cold snort echoed through nothingness.

Meng Qi gasped for breath, stretched out his left hand, and took a picture of the remaining items in the electric light.

This is a cracked mustard seed ring, and a quaint mirror, which is divided into yin and yang, containing the power of life and death.

"'Yin-Yang Mirror' imitation?" Meng Qi suddenly had a clear understanding, and he was suddenly afraid in his heart.

If Zhou Yongzhao used the "Yin-Yang Mirror" on his face, at least one of his friends would die, and he didn't know if the Yang side could be saved......

He and Jiang Zhiwei exchanged their eyes, and they both saw the sorrow in each other's eyes, Zhou Yong has been cultivating for many years, just because of an imitation rope to tie immortals, he died without the slightest means, and if he was the two of himself, I am afraid that it will be the same ending.

The secret treasure is terrible, and the reincarnation is dangerous!

Meng Qi suddenly remembered the story of the gods, even if the Dharma Body or above lost his treasures, he would be chased by his disciples whose realm strength was far inferior to his own and fled......

Fortunately, fortunately, my Xuan Gong is a storage that can resist treasures, Yang Jian and Yang Erlang are really a model of my generation!

At this time, Zuo Hanfeng got rid of the influence of "Dragon Yin Recklessness", and happened to see Zhou Yong die.

His gaze turned cold, his breath growing slowly but seemingly endlessly, and his clothes swelled and cracked, revealing skin carved with strange patterns.

They emit bursts of ghostly light, and they seem to be something very remarkable.

The ice and cold intention was great, and a layer of cold ice condensed on the surface of Du Huai's injured body, which finally dissipated.

"It's still two or three days away, but it's enough to kill you. Zuo Hanfeng said coldly. (To be continued)

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