At this moment, in front of his eyes, there was the dark golden blade, and the fan was swirling, enough to cut his head!

If nothing else, the husband will be beheaded like this by the people in Jingfu, and Ergou will also achieve his first goal of avenging his mother! Ergou has been planning for a long time, taking advantage of the right time and place, and even God is helping him, if there is no element of luck in it, Ergou will definitely not come to this point. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, with his identity as an ice dog, it is not easy to force the husband to this step.

Relying on Ergou's resourcefulness to design the husband alone, it is far from reaching the current point, and what he relies on is luck.

It can be said that the heavens are helping him, husband, why don't you die?!

"Die!" Jing Rong stared at the man viciously, and this was the word that came out of his mouth.

"Husband, die!" Jing Zhanlie also stared at the fate of Master Yu viciously, in his heart, it was this person who destroyed Jing Rong, and at the same time, he also had his own hard work. He wants to die!

......

There is a tribe in the Northern Barbarians, and its name is War!

The war clan is supreme, and the war song is sung!

I don't know when it started, even Jing Zhanlie didn't notice that Jing Mengxi's mouth was whispering, her murmuring was very light, as if she was silently talking to God. The murmur floated in the sky, whining like the wind, embracing the sky like a cloud.

Eventually, this murmur was accompanied by snowflakes in the sky and turned into an old ballad.

The language is obscure and unclear, but the ballad is like the roar of war drums, invisibly shaking through everyone's heart.

In front of the whirling fan, there was no way to hide, and suddenly there was a desolate and reckless aura on his body! This breath was accompanied by a madness that dominated the world! In this madness, there was monstrous anger and eternal unyieldingness, reaching to the sky.

In the sky, an air vortex appeared, and behind the vortex, there was a phantom, and this phantom, like a skeleton-like god of death, immediately opened a pair of eyes.

He stared at the earth, and in his eyes, there was boundless madness!

It's crazy!

Like in the eternal history, he has never succumbed to fate, and those eyes are so arrogant, looking at the ruthless fate. Because, he doesn't accept fate, he only believes in himself, he calls himself God, mad god!

His descendants are a clan, cultivating gods, and their names are mad!

This phantom, except for Jing Mengxi and Yu Fu, no one else saw it.

What they saw was a man who had changed suddenly, and whose spirit was as if he had lost his mind in an instant, and in his eyes was an unstoppable haughtyness.

"Whew!"

The man roared wildly, his face was hideous, and bones sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, suddenly breaking out!

As the sphirring fan was about to pierce him in the neck, the bones were like a fence blocking it.

The fan was still spinning, Jing Tian looked solemn, shouted angrily, his spirit was condensed, manipulating his magic weapon, and if he persevered, he would take the life of his husband.

But the whirling fan, when it touched the mysterious bones of the husband, finally shattered.

Bang!

Iron filings splashed and shot out in all directions!

Yes!

Two miserable snorts sounded in the mouth of Elder Keqing of the Jing Clan, and finally disappeared in a mist of blood spurting out.

I saw that at this time, the appearance of the man changed greatly, and behind him, there was a tail like steel and iron bones, this tail, which was completely composed of bones, showed a dark golden luster, like metal, it was this tail, which swept the two Keqing elders and then threw them out.

It's just that in the process of throwing, the bodies of these two people have clearly broken into two!

This scene happened very quickly, Jing Tian saw this, his heart palpitated, and he didn't dare to look at the eyes of the husband at this time.

His eyes, like wild beasts, were cold, metallic pupils, and they were very cold and ruthless.

"Roar!" the man roared at Jing Tian with his mouth wide open like a wild beast.

A gust of fishy wind whistled out of his mouth!

At the same time, Yu Fu dragged his big tail, rubbed and jumped, and jumped towards Jingtian.

Jing Tian made a breakthrough in the palpitations, his spirit and spirit were integrated, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out above his head!

A little brilliance saves the last years!

Jing Tian thought for a moment and pointed towards the man who was rushing wildly.

It's just that when he suddenly raised his head, Yu Fu's metallic eyes seemed to have a luster circulation, and in this luster circulation, Jing Tian only felt that a pair of eyes appeared in his mind, and those eyes were exactly the same as Qiu Fu's eyes!

And then there's the endless stinging and psychedelia!

Moreover, in his mind, the eyes of the old man turned into two, two gave birth to three, and three were thousands, and in the blink of an eye, there were thousands of eyes, which seemed to be staring at him fiercely.

"Ahh A brilliant light condensed above his head had also dissipated and collapsed.

The tip of the tail of the man, who jumped out of the air, was as sharp as a nail, and in an instant, it pierced Jingtian's head.

It's just that when the tail of the husband was about to pierce Jing Tian, a figure appeared in front of Jing Tian.

He was an old man, with a kind face, but a little pale.

Although there was not the slightest trace of martial cultivation's Yuan Spirit power on his body, his eyes were full of a little strange magic, and he stared straight at the eyes of the husband, the dark golden eyes of the husband. The old man's expression was the same, naturally not as unbearable as Jing Tian, it can be said that he was not affected by the slightest of the husband's eyes, on the contrary, with endless deep wisdom and tranquility in his eyes, in silence, looking at the tail that the husband stabbed.

"Husband, stop!"

Seeing the wise old man who appeared, Jing Mengxi suddenly spoke, and the husband obeyed her words, and suddenly stopped his forward figure in the void.

The bone spur at the tip of his tail was no more than an inch from the center of the old man's eyebrows.

But the old man didn't even frown, and his eyes didn't flicker in the slightest.

Bang!

The man fell to the ground, like a tyrannical dragon, roaring at the old man, and the fishy wind in his mouth blew away the snow-white fur on the old man's neck!

But the old man didn't move, even smiling.

"The mad gods, the madmen! it's incredible!" the old man smiled slightly.

The old man's smile made the old man feel a little palpitating, from the old man's body, he clearly could not see the slightest power of the Yuan Spirit, nor was it a martial arts cultivator, but in this world, there was such a person! His gaze was extraordinary, as if it had penetrated everything in the world, even under the divine power of the old man, it was not affected at all.

In fear, Yu Fu's figure retreated and came to Jing Mengxi's side, the bone spurs outside his body contracted, turning into an ordinary state, as low-key as before.

The old man waved his hand, and when Jing Zhanlie saw it, he beckoned Jing Tian, who was seriously injured, and carried Jing Rong together, and left quietly.

This old man is the Great Elder in the Jing Mansion.

He held on to the dragon's head and walked slowly, pacing as if he was talking to himself, but these words were clearly said to Jing Mengxi.

"There are three tribes in the wilderness, furious and barbaric! People have three treasures, spirit and spirit! There are three flowers in the sky, the sun, moon and stars! There are three ways in the world, Confucianism and Buddhism! Xi'er, do you know what the cultivators in this world have cultivated?"