The little pink flashed and flashed, but there was no movement.

For Xuanming Daoist, it is the first time that the baby is disobedient. The smile on his face froze, he was stunned, and said softly like a three-year-old doll: "Baby, don't be naughty, send people up." ”

The little pink flashed and flashed, and this time there was a reaction. The end that was originally raised up, limp and numb, lying on Shen Yun's bun. The other end on Shen Yun's left shoulder was like a fishtail, swinging mischievously and gently.

That's right, it's "naughty"! Shen Yun came back to his senses and couldn't help but shudder.

"Damn!" Xuan Ming finally realized that his baby was out of control this time. In an instant, the face of the fairy wind and fairy spirit darkened. His eyes were gloomy, his left hand was pinched into a finger, and he was gesturing at Shen Yun's fast air, while chanting words in his mouth.

And Shen Yun had just finished shivering, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the mysterious power that had previously restrained his spiritual power had disappeared.

As soon as his mind moved, Qingshuang was in his hand, and he jumped up decisively and struck with all his strength.

"White rainbow through the sun!"

Qinghong was like lightning, with a dazzling light, breaking through the sky.

Daoist Xuanming never dreamed that the person who was bound by the forbidden spirit rope would be able to fight back.

This move coerced the momentum of thunder and lightning, lighting up the night sky on this side. Under the bright light, his face was as white as a ghost, and there was no trace of blood.

He didn't believe that this stinky hairy boy under his feet could resist the forbidden spirit rope.

There must be something wrong with the Forbidden Spirit Rope. This little thing is usually like a two- or three-year-old doll, and it is all coaxed. It's hard to guarantee that there won't be a problem.

Therefore, he decisively cast a spell to force the forbidden spirit rope to obey the order.

Now, he still thinks so. He knew that he should ignore the other party's move and quickly cast a spell. Because after the spell is completed, with the power of the forbidden spirit rope, if it wants to use a move with a little spiritual power, it can smash it with a slight flick.

However, at this juncture, he was stunned to find that his spiritual power was banned!

If you don't have spiritual power, you can cast a fart spell!

At this time, he realized that the end of the forbidden spirit rope just now was gently patted towards him, and it turned out that he was the first to attack and forbid his spiritual power.

How so!

How did the forbidden spirit rope suddenly turn back!

Didn't we make an agreement in the first place?

Shen Yun's moves have always been fast and ruthless.

This trick is no exception.

When he was dumbfounded, Qinghong had already arrived, and he was about to stab him in the center of his eyebrows.

Between the lightning and the fire, the full moon-like light behind him burst out with dazzling white light, forming a blinding light shield that covered his entire face.

"Dang!"

Qinghong stabbed heavily on the light mask, and the sparks splashed in all directions, making a sound of gold and stone colliding!

The force instantly backlashed back. Shen Yun only felt that the tiger's mouth hurt, and his entire arm was numb. Because when you fly, you leap up, and your feet are empty. At this time, there was no focus point, and his body was immediately on the verge of losing control.

Fortunately, he had already refined the flying sword.

"Flying Sword is coming!"

Before the words fell, the flying sword flashed out of the treasure bag and caught the person.

Shen Yun's sword sank slightly, dissipating his strength and stabilizing his body.

On the other side, Daoist Xuan Ming also received the same strength.

However, his next game is not as solid as Shen Yun's. With a muffled snort, the whole person flew backwards.

Fortunately, not far behind him is the front lawn of the three-star view.

In the blink of an eye, he landed heavily on the ground, retreating a dozen steps in succession, kicking up half-human-high dust to stabilize his body.

At this time, Shen Yun had already taken the sword and chased after him from the slope.

Xuanming Daoist "phew" spit out a mouthful of dusty thick phlegm, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were blood-red.

He made a move just now, but he suffered a big loss. In order to protect him, the divine light behind him was lost by nearly two percent. He didn't need to look at it, he also knew that the divine light must have become much smaller.

Is it easy for him to use a drop of heart and blood every day to nourish this divine light? After losing so much at once, how much heart and blood does it take to raise it back!

"Little bunny cub who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

It's good, the dead boy managed to him off. Therefore, he decided, just to be a medicine man, it is really cheap for this kid. After he turned into a medicine man, he regenerated the three souls and six souls of this kid and refined them into a living medicine corpse!

The boy's desperate and terrifying screams seemed to have sounded in his ears, and his red eyes stood up, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He cast another spell, summoning the Forbidden Rope.

Sure enough, this guy has fallen into the devil! Shen Yun took a deep breath, didn't say a word, carried Qingshuang, and rushed up in the air.

Brush Brush Brush ......

Chop chop!

The sword move in his hand is like the water of the great river, surging endlessly, and one sword is faster than the other. The sword slashed at the round light cluster behind the demon - this round light ball just now was simply perfect to protect this guy. So, as long as this thing is there, he can't think of hurting this guy in the slightest. Fortunately, after blocking a move just now, this thing has obviously become a lot smaller. Let him have the inference that it will become smaller with each move. So, he'll chop it up first, and then clean up the devil.

"Dangdangdang......"

It's like driving an iron stake. Mars are flying around.

At this time, the gap between cultivation and skill is fully reflected. With such a ruthless chop on the head and face, where can Xuan Ming Dao Chang hide?

And Shen Yun was a good person, and when he made a move on the hillside below just now, he learned a lesson. Therefore, this time, he moved straight down, chopping wood and chopping meat.

Sure enough, as he expected, the divine light blocked Shen Yun's crazy attacks again and again. And Xuan Ming Dao Chang was attacked by the strength of the Dao, and was firmly nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yun chopped several times.

The divine light had become only one-third of its size. Although it still perfectly blocked every attack, Shen Yun could clearly feel that as its size became smaller, the power of the Xuanming Dao Chief's backlash became greater.

This guy just had his calf sunk into the ground. After he slashed two more moves in succession, the guy was waist-high in the ground.

Very good!

Shen Yun became more and more courageous the more he fought, and he made three moves in a row.

"Dangchang!"

In the third move, he seemed to have smashed on a glazed brick.

The divine light behind Xuanming Dao Chang shattered in response, turning into a circle of white light, like water ripples, and quickly spread out to all sides. Between breaths, it completely disappears into nothingness.

"Poof!" At the same time, a bloody hole was smashed out of Daoist Xuanming's forehead, revealing white bones. Dark red blood gushed out from within.

Daoist Xuan Ming didn't even snort, his eyes rolled, and his head hung down weakly.