The plum blossom is like a beautiful face, delicate and glamorous, revealing the proud snow and frost, and like the anger of a girl, no one is ruthless.

Only Xiang Yibai can realize how cold and evil the beautiful plum is hidden, and the soul is frightened and loses its color.

The surrounding demonic qi was surging angrily, surging towards the plum blossoms with the momentum of ten thousand streams returning to the sect, and the surrounding formation light curtain shook violently, almost on the verge of collapse. The old man's eyes changed greatly, and he and several other people hurriedly urged the mana to run the formation to the extreme, which barely sustained it.

The surrounding crowd also lost color, "Panic flew back." Only the battle intent on Lu Mo's face was stronger, his body stood as steadily as a nail, and his eyes were more shining.

The girl in yellow suddenly sighed, her red lips slightly opened.

"He really made ......"

The plum blossom has absorbed enough demonic energy, and the five petals fall off in order, gradually turning into five pink clouds, like five colored handkerchiefs. One of them met the venomous spirit that was in danger, and it was only gently encircled. The poisonous spirit that had been fighting with the fire dragon for a long time burst into a cloud of smoke that could no longer be brought together.

The petals also disappeared, leaving only a trace of red shadow, and the next moment, like a defiled fiery woman, burst out like a blooming firework. On the battlefield, the red light was dazzling, the demonic energy was surging, and there was a continuous roar, and no one could see the situation clearly.

In shock, he couldn't help but think, "I'm afraid this battle will come to an end." ”

The chubby figure swirled in the air gliding, swallowing the remnants of the poisonous mist into his stomach in one gulp, but greed was finally rewarded, and the Tianxin toad seemed to have some support, and his eyes rolled and burped, and he fell asleep directly, and was immediately pocketed by Thirteen Lang, and disappeared without a trace.

One petal has this might, and Xiang Yibai has to face four sieges, and the feeling in his heart can be imagined.

"I'll fight with you!"

The voice was full of resentment, but more of a panic, Xiang Yibai wanted to fight for survival, and he didn't dare to have the slightest reservation.

He waved his palm, severed his arm, and spit out the essence of the essence, and even sacrificed the treasure of the Dao Auxiliary Seal, which stopped the four colored clouds like a splash of wind, and his body flew back at the same time, drawing circles of light in the air with one hand, just as the Horned Monk had done before, and fled in embarrassment.

"Jumo Lao'er, don't disperse the formation yet!"

Xiang Yibai thought that Mai Shaofei was determined to kill him, so he couldn't think about anything else, and directly called for help to the old man Jumo. The people around him were furious when they heard that he was so arrogant, and some people became suspicious, and their eyes on Jumo gradually changed.

The old man's expression did not change, but there was a movement in his hand, he raised his hand to release the spirit decision, and was about to open the formation, when he suddenly found a scene that made his heart tremble.

"Not good...... Don't!"

The cry was terrible and terrible, not at all like the old man's usual calm and calm, as if he had seen the sky fall and the world was in danger of destruction.

Four petals floated slowly, seemingly very slow, but Fei Ya set sail very fast; after paying the price of breaking his arm and self-surrendering to Yibai, one piece was destroyed by his supernatural powers, and the other piece met with the magic weapon rune seal, and it also turned into flying ashes; when the third piece hit, the big man next to him rushed over desperately, and finally destroyed it at the cost of self-explosion. There was only Zuihou left, floating and lingering, still chasing after its target. empty

Xiang Yibai, who was flying back, had a panicked expression, his eyes were scattered, and his mouth screamed again and again.

The beetle that had been entangled by the scholar rushed over like crazy, regardless of the fact that his body was cut through the deep ditch by the scimitar. It has also reached the point of desperation, and it can only fully realize the potential of life and sacrifice itself to the Savior.

In the air, Mai Shaofei's face was as white as paper, he sighed deeply, and raised his hand to recall the plum blossoms. He will win this battle, and he must win, but Mai Shaofei doesn't know that Xiang Yibai can't be killed casually, now that the momentum has been established and the prestige has been established, he doesn't want to pay a greater price, nor does he want to bear the consequences of the war between the two clans, and wants to stop here. ...,

At this juncture, Mai Shaofei's eyes suddenly froze, his complexion changed dramatically in an instant, and he was shocked and speechless.

"Ah...... Not ......"

He only shouted halfway. The reason is, it's already late.

Xiang Yibai suddenly felt that there was a wind blowing around him. To be precise, the wind is blowing behind you!

Thirteen Lang appeared like a breeze, started like a cheetah, traveled like a sharp arrow, and finally like a hammer, he was rejected.

His eyes were sharper than those of the eagle, more insidious than a poisonous snake, and more indifferent and ruthless of a hungry wolf; he first threw out an iron spear, set sail like a black dragon breaking through the sky, and then turned into a white light and shadow, almost with the speed of the iron spear, and hit Xiang Yibai's body continuously.

The iron spear couldn't penetrate Xiang Yibai's shield, but the huge impact shook his mana to pieces, and his mind and body were frustrated, and he spurted a mouthful of blood.

Before he could understand what was going on, Thirteen Lang's body had arrived, and his fists brought out a continuous afterimage, and he hit thirteen punches in an instant!

His liliang was so huge and so fast, his fists alternated and looked like they had only come out once, so that when Xiang Yibai's body was knocked away, the hem of his clothes was actually in the same direction.

It was as if the air was not a resistance to him, but a send-off.

The first three punches, Xiang Yibai's shield broke, and the middle five punches, Xiang Yibai's desperate turn, summoning Zuihou's poisonous spirit through the medium of spitting out essence blood, was still beaten to the point of collapse. At this time, he realized that this young man, who was not in his own eyes at all, actually had the combat power that was not weaker than that of the monk Jiedan. In the midst of his heart, he wailed to Yibai for dying.

"You ......"

He didn't even have time to shout out who the other party was, and Thirteen Lang's fists came again, like hitting a sandbag, and he practiced five punches in an instant.

Three punches shattered the armor, one punch smashed his left arm in front of his chest, and it wasn't until Zuihou punched that it really landed firmly on Xiang Yibai's chest.

A punch pierced the heart!Xiang Yibai's chest was punched out of a flesh channel, blooming into an even more gorgeous plum blossom.

At this time, Mai Shaofei behind him suddenly noticed that a fist suddenly came out of Xiang Yibai's back. The fist was not stained with a trace of blood, it looked white, clean and refreshing, revealing a sense of rebellion. Immediately after, Xiang Yibai's head leaned back violently, but his body suddenly bowed into a prawn, and then flew straight out like a meteorite, and the proud fist disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Piercing Xiang Yibai's chest, Thirteen Lang said a word to him at an extremely fast pace.

"The three monks brought by the Banner of Anger are related to you. ”

Xiang Yibai's eyes were dull, and he didn't answer Thirteen Lang's words, and Thirteen didn't want to wait for him to answer, as he spoke, he hit Xiang Yibai's head headlong, and his left leg bent his knee and slammed into Xiang Yibai's lower abdomen. So, Xiang Yibai shrank into a ball of meat as Mai Shaofei saw, and flew back.

The direction of his retreat is very coincidental, maybe it was intentional by Thirteen Lang, in short, Zuihou's ending is: Xiang Yibai shot straight at the petals that were about to be closed in the posture of a moth to a fire.

A muffled snort drowned in the sea of fire, Xiang Yibai's soul was extinguished, and he died.

"Burning Spirit Son!"

Thirteen Lang raised his leg and flew the beetle that had finally arrived but had also shed blood, acid and life, and shouted loudly.

There was a stunned and blank gaze around him, and then Huo Ran burst out into a neat roar.

"Burning Spirit Son!"

"Burning Spirit Son!"

In the air, Mai Shaofei stood tall, his eyes were dignified, and his expression was cold and majestic. He is like a god, and he welcomes the admiration of countless people.

He thought silently in his heart, "Burning Spirit Holy Son, you bastard!"

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