The Black Flame Demon Sword flicked the long-haired man's iron claw away, and the long-haired man reached out to his left hand and held the iron claw in his hand.

Unexpectedly, the force was extremely strong, and the long-haired man couldn't stand firm, and took several steps back.

Before the long-haired man could gain a foothold, Lin Shitong's Demon Sword had arrived.

At this time, Lin Shitong was burning with black flames, like a demon from hell.

Since his wife left, he has only had one daughter to live with him. The long-haired man hurt his beloved baby daughter, Lin Shitong was furious, and he wanted to make the long-haired man pay for it!

This sword may have condensed ten percent of Lin Shitong's strength, and the long-haired man desperately blocked him with an iron chain, but was cut off by Lin Shitong's demon sword.

The black sword qi left a long slash mark on the long-haired man's face, and the long-haired man looked at the black flame demon in front of him with a frightened gaze. The moment Lin Shitong put away his sword, a raging black flame was already burning on his body!

This is the strength of the first seat of the Tianshan faction!

Wu Huaicheng stood in place holding Lin Xiǎo Butterfly, and Lin Xiǎo Butterfly also enjoyed this moment's brief warmth.

Suddenly, several darts flew in from behind towards Lin Xiǎo Butterfly.

A purple flame shield rose in the air, instantly melting the darts.

A diǎn cold mang, from far to near, in the blink of an eye, Wu Huaicheng is less than five meters away.

Wu Huaicheng's hands did not move, but red fire appeared in his eyes.

As the sword approached, two red flames erupted from Wu Huaicheng's eyes, immediately igniting the Demon Sect disciple who rushed over.

In just a few moments, the Demon Sect disciple was burned to ashes.

"Huaicheng ......" Lin Xiǎo Die said in surprise after seeing Wu Huaicheng's supernatural powers.

Looking around the battlefield, everyone is busy with their own battles, I'm afraid that only Lin Xiǎo Die can see his fiery eyes, right?

"Well, that, this is a secret technique taught to me by my master, and I don't usually show it easily. Wu Huaicheng rolled his eyes and casually made up a nonsense, "In order to save you today, I used ......"

"Huaicheng!" The thoughts of the past came to his heart again, and Lin Xiǎo Butterfly desperately threw herself into Wu Huaicheng's arms, unwilling to come out again.

Suddenly, Wu Huaicheng looked straight ahead as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Xiǎo butterfly ......," Wu Huaicheng called softly.

"What's wrong?" asked Lin Xiǎo Die shyly.

Following the direction pointed by Wu Huaicheng's finger, Lin Xiǎo Die happened to see Lin Shitong's extremely anxious and slightly angry face.

Lin Xiǎo's face turned red, and he hurriedly broke free from Wu Huaicheng's embrace.

"Daddy......" Lin Xiǎo Die shyly screamed.

"Uncle Lin, I'll leave it to you here!" Wu Huaicheng dropped such a sentence and hurriedly disappeared into Lin Shitong's sight as quickly as possible.

Lin Shitong hurriedly held Lin Xiǎo Butterfly and began to take her pulse.

After finding out that his daughter was fine, the tense muscles on Lin Shitong's face eased slightly. Even so, Lin Shitong still took out a big pill for Lin Xiǎo to serve the butterfly.

"Just take a good rest!" Lin Shitong comforted.

Lin Xiǎo smiled mischievously, "Thank you, Daddy!"

"Silly girl, thank you to Dad!" Lin Shitong said, his eyes glancing in the direction where Wu Huaicheng left.

For Wu Huaicheng, Lin Shitong always felt that he had some unknown secrets. However, he is the person his daughter likes, what can he say?

Watching the embroidery master and Heng Tianba show off their might on the battlefield, Lu Yifan and Master Zhishan finally couldn't hold it back.

Lu Yifan took the lead and rushed towards the embroidery master with a very fast figure.

Looking at Lu Yifan's hands again, there is no immortal magic weapon.

It is true that in addition to Master Liuyun, Lu Yifan can be regarded as the oldest of the first seats. Moreover, Lu Yifan was also the only one among the six heads who was good at using sword qi.

I saw that Lu Yifan's right hand was in the style of an imperial sword, and a trace of sword qi like an embroidery needle was beating in his fingertips, and it was really the same as the embroidery needle of the embroiderer, no different.

According to legend, the stronger the sword qi, the shorter the form of the sword qi. Seeing Lu Yifan's sword qi so refined today, it seems that his cultivation in sword qi has reached an extremely high level.

As the palace master of the embroidery palace, the strength of the embroidery master is not ordinary.

The embroiderer stretched out her right hand, the embroidery needle stood on her fingertips, and the flashing red light rushed towards Lu Yifan under the drive of her fingers.

Lu Yifan was like a bolt of lightning, and in an instant, the sword qi in his hand was facing the needle tip of the embroidery master!

At the junction of the extremely fine xiǎo, the true air flow erupts from a diǎn and gradually spreads to the entire battlefield!

Lu Yifan's expression was solemn, and the strength in his hand was not reduced by half.

A look of pain slid across the embroiderer's face, and she gritted her teeth, still not taking a step back.

It may be that Lu Yifan did not use all his strength, or it may be that the strength of the embroidery master is already very strong. Anyway, the two of them have been standing in place, not moving half a step, but they have fought their internal strength.

In a short period of time, the two are inseparable!

Buddhism has the virtue of a good life, even if it uses force with people, it will never use sharp weapons. Therefore, almost all the magic weapons of Buddhism are blunt weapons. Except, of course, the Kowloon Temple.

The Supreme Master clenched his hands into fists, crossed each other, and slammed downward.

The crossed fists stopped in mid-air, and the Supreme Master bent down and buried his head down. There was a burst of chanting, and his body was suddenly enveloped by a layer of golden light.

A round bead suddenly formed in the gap between the two fists of the Supreme Master, hanging under the traction of the golden light.

When the Supreme Master raised his head again, his dark skin had turned golden, and the black Buddha character on the Buddha's hat was shining brightly at this moment!

Not far from him was the arrogant and domineering Hengtianba, and the supreme master did not hesitate, and the Buddha's light fluttered under his feet, carrying him towards Hengtianba.

At this time, the Supreme Master withdrew his left hand, and the golden bead flew away with the Buddha light in his right hand.

Heng Tianba felt the dazzling light of the Buddha, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see that the Buddha beads of the Supreme Master had arrived!

He raised his arms as fast as he could, protecting his head!

The golden Buddha beads smashed at the intersection of Heng Tianba's two wrists, and suddenly a brilliant light appeared.

Heng Tianba snorted, and actually took several steps back.

"The red pearl of the Seven Treasures of Buddhism really lives up to its name!" Heng Tianba said hatefully, and then spat out a mouthful of bloodshot saliva.

"Demon Sect Evil Barrier, let the old man take you in today!" said the Supreme Master, once again sacrificing the red bead and smashing it towards the Heavenly Tyrant like a meteor hammer.

"Old monk, I'm going to smash you into a pulp!" Heng Tianba said, raising his right fist and swinging it forward.

As soon as the Red Bead of the Supreme Master and the huge fist blade of the Hengtian Tyrant collided in the air, a strong shock wave was raised.

In the flying dust, the Supreme Master turned into a ball of golden light, as if it was one with the red pearl.

Compared to Hengtianba's huge body, the Supreme Master seemed very insignificant.

Under the manipulation of the master, the golden light of the misty Xiǎo constantly attacked all parts of Hengtian Ba's body.

Although Hengtianba's size is large, it affects his speed. His fists simply couldn't capture the figure of the Supreme Master.

Fortunately, Hengtianba's body is strong enough, and his armor is hard enough, and he still stands tall under such a fierce attack by the Supreme Master.

However, looking at his scrambled appearance, failure is a matter of time.

Seeing that the two masters of the righteous path had joined the battle, Gao Yang, as the leader of the righteous path this time, was still standing in place, motionless!

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