The old sword king was robbed of ninety percent of his vitality by the withered sword qi without clothes, his white hair was pale, and he was crawling on the Huojiao Mountain, with a radius of 100 meters and his life was dead, and the grass and trees withered and withered.

The old sword king's passing vitality and cultivation were all injected into the body of the fence Wuyi, making the skin glowing with gorgeous and evil brilliance.

The king has seven senses, practiced penance for decades, and was once reduced to someone else's wedding dress.

The spell of the fence without clothes fully embodies the cruel reality that the strong plunder the weak, the weak eat the strong, and the strong will always be strong.

She will get stronger and stronger, and there will never be a limit.

Huoyao Mountain fell silent.

Except for the Buddha, no one saw how Fence Wuyi made a "sneak attack" on the old Sword King.

She flew a sword all over her, but instead of attacking with a flying sword, she chose to sneak attack and stab out the Extinction Sword with all her might!

"Capture her!Revenge the old sword king!!" the Buddha roared.

In an instant, all the arhats flew into the air, as if their skin had been smeared with a layer of golden paint, which was extremely dazzling.

The disheveled fence has no clothes and no expression, and controls the Silent Destruction Flying Sword behind him, killing all the golden-bodied Arhats at a speed several times faster than the speed of sound.

"Bell, bell—" The flying sword slashed at Jin's body, and sparks flew everywhere.

The golden body was broken, and the flying sword was destroyed.

Several golden-bodied Arhats lacked cultivation and were broken by flying swords, and their golden light disappeared and fell from the sky, turning into a dying old man like the old sword king!

Fence Wuyi waved his hand to condense three hundred silent flying swords.

Absorbing the cultivation of the old sword king, she obtained the mana of the king-level Qijue, but she still needed Zhang He's mana support.

Because of the Seven Senses of the King Rank, there are three golden-bodied Arhats who are famous for defending the world!

Three hundred, three hundred, three hundred, when all the golden-bodied arhats desperately extinguished the last flying sword, a gray crescent-shaped sword qi passed through the bodies of the three golden-bodied arhats of Qijue.

Without the slightest pain, they lost consciousness and were reduced to dried corpses before they hit the ground.

She is quick to draw her sword, because she has always pursued the ultimate speed of drawing her sword.

The sunset is shining, and the glow is like blood.

The Buddha is extremely ruthless, he has been half-squinting and watching the fence without clothes, accumulating strength!

After the fence Wuyi swung out the crescent sword qi, there was a pause and a stiff moment.

The Buddha set off, and it took less than a quarter of a second to come to the front of the fence Wuyi thousands of kilometers away! In the eyes of the mage on the Huojiao Mountain, he seemed to have traveled through space!

He smiled indifferently, lightly palmed it, and pressed it on the fence without clothes.

The terrifying mana swept like a tsunami towards the heart of the fence!

"Boom ——" A circle of golden ripples spread and erupted from the palm of the Buddha's hand and the fence without clothes dantian! swept towards the city! Swept away the fire and clouds!

This palm blasted the fence from a high altitude towards Ning Cheng!

Zhang He waved his hand, and the fence stopped in the air ten meters in front of the viaduct.

Even after being hit hard, Fence Wuyi was still expressionless.

The Buddha was very proud in his heart, but he just wanted to recite the Buddha's name silently, and his chest ached.

He had a saber stuck in his chest, which protruded through his spine and protruded from his back.

It is impossible not to guard against the Buddha.

Because a long time ago, because of her negligence, she was captured by a monk at the level of a divine spell and suppressed under the majestic Futu Pagoda for decades.

Many citizens are frantically taking pictures of the fence in the air.

The fence clothed in the blood-colored glow is too beautiful.

The thousands of onlookers on the viaduct were like spectators under the catwalk, greedily looking at the back of the fence exposed to the air and the slippery water snake waist, as well as the two-petal beautiful buttocks covered by the red dress, and let out exclamations and swallowing sounds in unison.

She seems to have been born to satisfy the desires of all men in the world, so charming and enchanting that she can make any man's heart flutter and want to sow all the most precious heirloom seeds to her.

Not to mention that the cameras of thousands of mobile phones were aimed at Liang Wuyi, but Liang Wuyi did not look back, after she successfully digested all the cultivation of the golden-bodied Arhats, she crossed the space and came to the Buddha.

The Buddha was shocked, and the fence was still indifferent.

On the burning mountain, no one dared to stop the fence.

It's too terrifying, and the more you fight, the stronger you get.

Fence Wuyi grabbed the world's No. 1 demon sword inserted in the middle of the Buddha's chest, and she said in an extremely flat tone, "I was once suppressed under the Futu Pagoda in Jiulong Mountain, and every spine was hit with a steel nail, hanging high in the air, like a puppet. ”

The Buddha pursed his lips, the vitality in his body passed, and he trembled, "When is the time for retribution." ”

"If you can't afford to be greedy, how can I appear in front of you? Fence Wuyi indifferently gave the Buddha a slap.

The Buddha was silent for a few seconds, "What's wrong with building a temple." ”

"You heard the young man just now, didn't you?"

"Nope. The Buddha shook his head, very calmly, his eyes were calm, and his appearance was handsome, which was convincing.

The fence has no clothes and waving sleeves.

She slapped off the left side of the Buddha's face, exposing all of the Buddha's left teeth to the bloody sunset.

"Snap ——" fence without clothes waved his sleeves again.

The Buddha lost all the skin of the lower half of his face.

"And now? yes or no?"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out his sword from the Buddha's body and stabbed behind him without hesitation!

Two fingers like dry wood clamped the Silent Annihilation Sword of Fence Wuyi, and suppressed the Silent Extinction Sword Qi of Fence Wuyi.

An old and decrepit, wrinkled hand gently pressed on the soft left breast of the fence through the gold silk belly pocket.

In an instant, all the cultivation that was digested by the fence flowed out like a flood!

"Bang ——" The old monk in tattered linen clothes didn't give Liang Wuyi a chance, and slapped his palm on the forehead of Li Wuyi, but Liang Wuyi smashed the stairs of Huoliao Mountain and crashed into the mountain.

The entire Fire Burning Mountain trembled at the power of this palm.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, do you remember me?" the old monk shouted in the air.

"Naturally remember. Zhang He stood up, his eyes flashing with red thunder.

"I once saved your life, and you said before you went down the mountain that you would never forget your kindness. The old monk's voice was like a soft spring breeze, blowing all over the streets and alleys of Ningcheng.

"Yes, I don't care if you take the Buddha away, the rest of the people will all die!!!"

Zhang He's words were mixed with rolling thunder, and millions of people were frightened.

"When I first met you, you were a fledgling boy, and now you're a magician. Looking at the frenzied red thunder in the sky above Ningcheng, the old monk sighed.

The distorted thunder in the sky, not to mention ten thousand ways, is like an angry demon python turning over the river and the sea!

The constant roar of thunder was like the sound of a building falling to the ground! It was deafening! It made the witnesses feel helpless and hopeless from the bottom of their hearts!

The people of Ningcheng, who overlooked the sky, trembled under the invisible heavenly might, and reported to the group to find a sense of security.

Above the building, Zhang He, the owner of the red thunder sea, is like a flat boat in the ocean.

"Did becoming a spell master make you forget your original intention? became the kind of person you hated the most at the beginning, and you told me in the mountains that you hated the most people who were careless and destitute. The old monk tapped his toes, and there were many afterimages behind him.

He landed on a street lamp on the viaduct and looked up at Zhang He.

The people on the viaduct followed the old monk's line of sight, but they could only see a cloud of chaotic mist.

When they looked at the old monk, they could only see a hazy mist.

The top floor of the building obscured by the chaotic fog is a thunderstorm of lightning and thunder.

The thunder sky covered most of Ningcheng, and the doors and windows and the hearts of the citizens trembled in the thunder.

Ninety percent of the people in Ningcheng are looking up at the sky.

The roaring sea of thunder made them unable to resist in the slightest.

They feel like ants on the African savannah.

In the next second, you may be trampled to pieces by the giant elephant unintentionally!

Christine looked at the monk on the overpass with an interesting expression. She was very interested in the sweeping monks.

"Mr. Zhang, Shentai is clear. "The sound of night whistling snow came down from high in the sky.

The layers of ten thousand red thunders dissipated.

Little Christine's disappointed expression flashed away, she felt bored in Zhang He's arms, and twisted the waist of the ecstasy water snake and the best beautiful buttocks. It seems that he is looking forward to Zhang He fighting with the mysterious old monk.

Ellen's brows furrowed immediately, she didn't like such a moody brother at all! At this moment, her brother gave her the feeling of being an arrogant and arrogant tyrant!

"You can go, but you can stay with your cultivation, self-mutilated your hands and feet, swear by your soul and blood, and you will never be able to get close to Ningcheng for thousands of miles for the rest of your life!"

"Amitabha, the Taoist friends are too angry. The sweeping monk said kindly.

"Sweeping monk, I respect you because of your kindness, don't get an inch, don't sweep the floor in your Jiulong Mountain? Night's Howling Snow accentuated her tone appropriately.

"Buddha, you can't abolish it. The sweeper shook his head. He had no intention of making a feud with the two Divine Spellmasters, but he was not afraid.

"Yes, I respect your life-saving grace, except for the Buddha, all the offenders - death!!"

Zhang He's tone in front of him was a little flat, and the last dead word was extremely heavy.

An incomparably terrifying red thunder was born out of nowhere!

It stretched all the way to the sky, huge and incomparable, like a blood-colored heavenly river!

Ellen really doesn't like her current brother.

If she hadn't reacted, I don't know how much glass would have been shattered by this thunderous thunder! Even people's eardrums would be easily torn apart by the thunder!

"I don't know what they did to make you so angry. "The cold wind poured into the sackcloth robe of the sweeping monk.

The moment the mage on Huojiao Mountain saw the thunder of the Broken Sky, his legs were weak, and this thunder could turn the entire Huoliao Mountain into dust!

The thunder of the broken sky does not disperse, and it is like a bloody sunset and scarlet.

"People kill me, I just kill people. ”

Zhang He lost his patience, and his tone became so flat.

When he didn't want to argue with people anymore, it was all so bland.

With a flick of his fingers, he wiped out the souls of all the people on Huoliao Mountain who had marks on their foreheads, except for the old mage of the Jiang family.

Let them die in this bloody twilight.

Blood flowed on the long steps of the Fire Mountain.

The sweeper's brow furrowed, and he sighed.

This sigh was as weak as the evening breeze.

"I'll give you another five minutes to live! Send a message back to the Jiang family! I'll visit the Jiang family in a month! I won't die! Either I'll let you die and die, or I, Zhang, will go to hell!"

Zhang He shook his sleeves and turned into a furious thunderbolt to tear through the sky.

Qixing Zicuo, Ye Xiaoxue got up, and his expression was a little more indifferent and serious than usual.

"Our husband and wife are not overbearing people, we have always been careful to follow the family motto, the teacher's training, abide by the duty to practice in the mountains, today, the holy son of Buddhism covets the pure practice place of our husband and wife, and attracts all forces, wanting to kill our husband and wife, as well as my blood family. ”

The night howling snow is like the wind, shuttling through the streets and alleys.

The sweeping monk did not speak.

The Buddha's acquiescence is connivance.

"Whoever kills, man will always kill him. ”

"A month later, there was no death. ”

"A month later, if my husband and wife are still alive, go north, the Snow Clothes Sword Sect will ask the sword!"

The old Dharma King of the Jiang family sat down the stairs, completely incontinent, and his legs were trembling.

On this night, don't say that Nanli Province is the entire Shenchan Prefecture, and the world is boiling!

O Magician, in any country, it is the best of the best!

He is the king of people at the top of the pyramid of the world!

One is comparable to a well-equipped and massive regular army!

Now, there are actually two Divine Spell Masters declaring war on the Divine Spell Master of the Southern Province at the same time?!