Hong Lao looked at it, it was a black-robed young man with pitch-black wings on his back, and his eyes were blood-red and terrifying.

Hong Lao has seen him, and he has been coming to Qingqiu with Bai Ran for ten years!

He secretly murmured, "How can the White Lady's UnionPay Flying Knife be in the hands of the Dark Crow Clan?"

It can be seen that the old man Hong knows the silver lotus flying knife and the white lady Bai Zhen, and thinks about it carefully. Doesn't this red old man also have 7,000 years of cultivation? The White Lady is also a 7,000-year-old cultivator, and Bai Dye is still in the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and has been called the invincible Fox King, and the White Emperor of the Demon Court who is even more powerful in the Three Realms.

With a blast, the palm of ten years had already shattered the barrier of the red elder, and the nine silver lotus flying knives were like fish in water, swishing...... Nine sounds of breaking the air flew towards the strong men who were pressing Yuan Miao. Resolute and resolute, it is no longer the same heavenly girl scattered flowers with tenderness.

The red sky took a leap, flew up, and collided with ten years with a palm and in the sky, the strong wind was everywhere, and it was mighty.

The Firefox clan is secretly sneaking around and raising the flag. Naturally, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for the righteousness they are pursuing.

When Hong Lao wanted to make a quick decision, a clever man suddenly turned his head and looked anxiously at his granddaughter Hongxi!

It was a dragon roar, a spear! A cold-faced and solemn person, with thunder and lightning dragon flames on top of the golden armor, had stabbed towards the terrified Red Sunset!

This person is none other than Nangong Han, who recognized Bai Ran as the master and responded to the Nangong Han who guarded Chen'er for the rest of his life!

"Bold and wicked, dare to assassinate the nephew of the White Emperor!

The old man is old, although he has 7,000 years of cultivation, but his reaction is more than a beat slower, which may also be related to his long-term inactivity and rusty body!

But why is it that Bai Zhen, who also has 7,000 years of cultivation, is so young that he looks younger, and I don't know how much difference there is? The corresponding mystery has not yet surfaced.

A palm burst out, but it was a little slower than Nangong Han! He secretly shouted, "Not good!" and looked a little panicked.

But at this moment, Nangong Han's eyes glared coldly behind him! It was a dark black streamer, and the aura on his body was very powerful, and even somewhat overwhelmed Ao Chen in Long Yin!

The old man was stunned, and couldn't help laughing, "Tianheng, it's time to come!"

This black streamer is none other than Mo Tianheng, the patriarch of the black fox clan in the dim room in the depths of the teahouse.

At this time, it seems that this is called secretly helping, and it is clearly blatant to be.

Nangong Han held the dragon chanting spear in his hand, and his front foot slammed to the ground, and his cold face did not become flustered because of the suddenness of the incident. The hands and abdomen are exerted at the same time, and the return of the pistol with one hand should be smoothly deployed by him in this urgency.

The spear was a little bit, and the dragon flame squirted away.

Mo Tianheng's figure had already appeared under the black streamer, although he had a gentle face as warm as jade, he did not relax his vigilance at this time because Nangong Han's cultivation was weaker than him.

Mo frowned, showing a solemn look. His right hand dragged behind him, and the dark demonic energy like ink converged on the palm of his hand, and he calmly swung out that palm, colliding with Nangong Hanlong Yin.

Nangong Han only felt that the dragon chant in his hand trembled, and the vigorous and vigorous energy seemed to shatter him.

Nangong Han knew that he was no match for him like this, and when he wanted to take back the dragon chant and dance, a dragon roar shook the sky!

The dragon has a spirit, and the spirit is a true dragon! Ao Chen spiraled out, and there was already a dragon flame pillar in the dragon's mouth, and the spiral-like fire dance whirlwind blew towards Mo Tianheng's face without hesitation.

Mo Tianheng was obviously stunned, but he was not in a hurry. He has served as the patriarch of the Black Fox lineage in Qingqiu for thousands of years, but he is not comparable to Huang Ziyuan, who is currently appointed as the left protector of the Heavenly Dome!

The right foot slammed into the ground, shaking out a cracked horizontal groove, and his hands gave the blessing of demonic energy, first slamming a palm on the fire dance whirlwind, and then his left foot lightly raised and kicked violently, and kicked Ao Chen's jaw with a kick!

Although Ao Chen is already a machine spirit, he is not a spirit at this time. But when he felt that Nangong Han was about to be in mortal danger, he turned his spirit into reality!

The price of doing this is that the strength is far less than itself.

Mo Tianheng didn't show any mercy at all at his feet, and when he was about to kick out again, Nangong Hanlong's dancing disrupted his pace.

Ao Chen also seemed to feel the pain, and let out a long roar. The rolling thunderclouds are densely covered from above, and this momentary dim weather is like the muffled thunderclouds in the middle of summer, before the sky suddenly pours down, and it can't help but make people think of the word wind and rain.

Mo Tianheng took a half step back, the demonic aura phantom knife, and the wind under his feet! There was a crackling sound of metal colliding with Nangong Han's dancing dragon roar, as well as the sound of demonic qi colliding with immortal qi.

Ao Chen and Nangong Han complemented each other, which made Mo Tianheng a little difficult, but in his opinion, it was obviously only a matter of time before he defeated them.

There was a loud bang on the other side, and after ten years and red sky exchanged palms, they were shocked back dozens of steps away by each other!

It can be seen that the red sky has naturally been pressed for ten years!

But!

At the corner of Ten Years' mouth, the upward arc that seemed to have succeeded in something, behind the red sky, a fierce man held a thick stick gathered by wind and thunder, and hammered down towards his heavenly spirit as if he had been holding a grudge for a long time.

"You dare to slap my ears! Look at me if you don't beat your teeth all over the ground!"

Hongkong was stunned violently, and secretly screamed, "Not good!"

Just as he was about to blast out the palm that had gathered his demonic energy, the nine-point cold light appeared in nine different directions of his body like nine silver snakes.

There are two temples in the face, one in front of the heart, and six at the main joints of the hands and feet! If Hongkong struck this palm on Yuan Miao's body, then he would definitely be pierced through his body by these nine flying knives, and his life would not be long!

But if he slammed this palm elsewhere, not to mention that the tendons and tendons of the feet would be broken, just to say that he naturally had this heartache that was indispensable, it would be enough for him to drink a pot at present!

How should we make a decision!? I am a fire fox that has been cultivated in Qingqiu for 1,400 years, and I will be so embarrassed by the same demon boy who has been quenched for 2,000 years! Isn't this a big joke when this is spread!?

At this critical moment, he closed his eyes slightly! his mouth covered in stubble opened suddenly, and a fiery red bead was coming out of his body in a raging flame.

When you look closely, there are four marks on the bead. This is undoubtedly the Demon Pill of the Red Sky! The four imprints are the four calamity marks that he has not obtained any additional encounters! There are three heavenly thunder and one heavenly fire!

As soon as this demon pill came out, the demonic energy in Hongkong's whole body skyrocketed!

Nine flying knives had arrived in front of him, and the sticks above the heavenly spirit roared like wind and thunder. But in the next moment, there was no bloodstain, and a demonic barrier that was not strong enough for them to break through instantly enveloped the red sky!

The nine crisp sounds and the muffled thunderous sound were the sounds of the Silver Lotus Flying Knife, the Wind Thunder Stick and the Demon Qi Barrier.

As soon as this demon pill appeared, it was the rhythm of going all out! A blood-red short knife appeared out of thin air in Shi Shi's hand, and without hesitation, he cut his wrist, and blood flowed out. The demonic qi and palm of his hand were fused with the blood, and after they were fused, they burst out with even more powerful power.

However, with the strength, ten years did not seem easy, but it seemed to be a little difficult to control this power, frowning and shouting categorically, "Monkey head, Hugh is going to hinder the master's moves!"

Yuan Miao responded with strength, flipped in the air and fell towards his feet. Hundreds of Firefox people had already rubbed shoulders and sharpened their palms, and at his feet they had lit up sickles, sticks, or sharpened fences, waiting for Yuan Miao.

"Dark blood, Zhu Dan burst!"

Ten years over there was a burst of applause, the body turned into a dark red streamer, and the light on the palm of the hand was magnificent, and the ten years at this time were like a meteorite falling from the sky, with an unstoppable and powerful power.

Hongkong let out a loud shout, and his eyes opened suddenly! As his pupils shrank, the demonic energy on his hands converged and transformed into raging flames. He quickly drew left and right, as if he was accumulating strength, and as if he was sucking the aura of heaven and earth around him!

Ten years have passed, the red void void stomped violently, and a layer of fiery ripples shook under his feet, and his body swooped through the sky.

After shouting "Huoyun Palm!", it collided with Ten Years. The wind howled, spreading rapidly from the colliding interlayer.

Hong Lao has been paying attention to the battle situation on both sides, and Hong Xi is holding Chen'er in his arms at this time, standing beside Hong Lao, well avoiding the strength of the two places.

Yuan Miao fell to the ground, looking at the hundreds of Firefox clansmen who were swarming towards him with a ferocious abnormality, he was very serious!

The wind and thunder stick was raised and pointed to the place where the old man was located, "This is what you said that the big water washed the Dragon King Temple!?"

Hongxi didn't dare to look at him from the side, turned her head and looked away. Elder Hong looked at the sky at the Fox Palace in the Sky Dome with his hands on his back, and said leisurely, "This big water has nothing to do with you, and this Dragon King Temple is not you. Not all the big water washed the Dragon King Temple, and they had to stop......"

Yuan Miao naturally didn't know if he heard this, because he had already been drowned out by the noisy shouts in the hundreds of demons, and he was wielding the wind and thunder stick, and was engaged in a vigorous fight with them.

There was a muffled sound, a dragon wail, and a figure was knocked out like an arrow, crashing into the layers of iron fences in front of the entrance of the trapped demon prison, and the fences were broken, but the figure gritted his teeth and clutched the spear in his hand!

Mo Tianheng put one hand behind his back, stroked the two-inch-long ink-colored beard at his chin, and looked indifferently at the young man who was knocked out by himself, he really didn't know whether to admire him or be amazed by him.

Mo Tianheng was just about to turn around and talk to Hong Lao, but the two of them suddenly stared at each other, and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Dome Fox Palace as if they were terrified, where there were already two white streamers rushing towards this side.

PS: Today's coffee try to do double more, there was something to delay the code word last night, and I have to go to class during the day, don't blame you, I try my best to produce, it may be late~ Sorry