Although today's events have been greatly unexpected, and the strength revealed by the dialect is no longer what they thought before, but at this moment, when they found that the aura of the ghost yin had disappeared, He Bailing was immediately shocked in his heart, and immediately remembered that the ghost yin mentioned the matter of the dialect killing Qiu Lanzi before, and that magic weapon was so strong? What kind of grade is it.

He Bailing was shocked by the strength of the dialect At the same time, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, he didn't have the heart to think about what the ghost yin son was, even if he wanted to rescue the ghost yin son, he had to defeat this dialect first.

"Hua Daoyou, don't spare any effort, you and I will join forces to bombard him, do you think he still has much spare strength. Suddenly, he noticed that the ancestor of the Hua family over there seemed to be a little retreat, and He Bailing immediately shouted, and as he spoke, the sword light in his hand urged again and again, slashing towards the dialect that had not yet turned back.

Indeed, as Crane Bailing sensed, the ancestor of the Hua family was really afraid and wanted to retreat, he was just a distraction early stage monk, and he had teamed up with Ghost Yin Zi Crane Bailing to hunt down dialects, on the one hand, he did not take dialects as a matter of course, on the other hand, he wanted to have a relationship with two famous distraction mid-stage monks, especially Ghost Yinzi, but he didn't want to fight, Dialect has not seen how it is, and the two disciples of Ghost Yin Zi were killed by Fang Yan under the protection of Ghost Yinzi, and that's it, but for a moment, even Ghost Yin Zi didn't know whether he was alive or dead, that was a mid-stage distraction monk whose reputation was comparable to Cangdao。

However, the moment he heard Crane Bailing's exclamation, the ancestor of the Hua family also woke up, no matter how strong the dialect is, he is still a distraction early stage monk like himself, fighting with the ghost yinzi, especially the rune power just now, if it is said that it is not damaged, the ancestor of the Hua family will not believe it, although there is no ghost yin at this moment, it is still two to one, and the strength of such a distracted mid-stage monk as He Bailing has not been damaged at all, in an instant, the ancestor of the Hua family flashed many thoughts, and then shouted: "Crane Daoyou rest assured." ”

With a shout, the ancestor of the Hua family also urged his supernatural means Wuhua Sword Light to attack and kill towards the dialect, and several Yuanying monks also shouted to take revenge and urged their respective exercises.

"The two Taoist friends really look up to Fang. Suddenly, the dialect that had been reciting itself turned around and shouted.

How is it possible? Even if the two ancestors of the Crane Bailing Hua family paused, the dialect looked a little damaged, but where was it as serious as they imagined, although the dialect was not full of energy at this moment, the aura shown was not much weak, it was some damage, and it must be a small injury that had nothing to do with the overall situation, it was more just a loss of some divine sense mana, but the mind that should have been greatly damaged was not a big problem.

Just when the two of them still felt that the dialect was not being strong, the killing blade power had already caged towards them, and others could hide and investigate, but this attacking and killing power could not hide people, and they faced this killing blade head-on, even if they realized that it contained the dialect's firm will to kill, it was very powerful, and the power of the Dao technique was fully displayed.

This time, not only the ancestor of the Hua family, but also the crane Bailing was also afraid, and had the idea of retreating, and was able to bombard the ghost yin to serious injury or even plunder, without much damage, what kind of strength is this, even if there is that gang thunder breath, it should not be so, how many means does the ghost yin itself have, and not to mention, it is his own sword light and the Hua family ancestor's Wuhua sword light that has just hit the other party more than once or twice in an instant, how can it be that there is only these slight damages, his defense is so strong? Or is his body so strong?

He Bailing didn't know that his random guesses at the moment were all guessed, the defense of the dialect was indeed not what they thought, and the few defenses outside the body were just eye-blocking exercises to cover the breath, and what the dialect really relied on was the high-grade spiritual weapon of the star burial robe, that is, there were a few sword lights that passed through the outer defenses, and it was difficult to break through the star burial robe urged by the Hu Dao people, and with a little impact force, it was difficult to get the body that was urged to the extreme by the Sanskrit Technique Body Forging Technique.

Suddenly, He Bailing suddenly noticed that the array flag he was still holding in his hand emitted a trace of fluctuations, and he Bailing, who was aware of this fluctuation, urged the sword light to meet the blade of Shangyan Killing, and at the same time, he swept his divine consciousness through the communication jade talisman in his body, and in an instant, his face changed greatly, and the divine sense mark of the ghost yin was instantly darkened, and the ghost yin was not taken captive, but was directly bombarded, and the reason why it was not completely dimmed was because the ghost yin still had a doppelganger body, but the ghost yin who had lost the body of the doppelganger still existed, and it was difficult to return to the previous realm, His courage had been frightened, and he glanced at the Hua family ancestor over there who didn't seem to have noticed this, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Still urging the sword light, He Bailing began to scan the surroundings from time to time, and suddenly, there was a pause in the continuous offensive of the dialect, and He Bailing did not hesitate at all, and immediately flashed backwards, getting rid of the power of the killing blade of the dialect, and did not forget to send a divine sense message to the ancestor of the Hua family: "Hua Daoyou, you support for a while, and the crane will come immediately." ”

Hearing He Bailing's almost shameless words, the ancestor of the Hua family almost spurted blood, when he was about to retreat before, he was left behind, the situation was not good at the moment, but he had the intention of retreating, flashed out, as for the words that came immediately after a moment, the ghosts and ghosts would not believe it.

The ancestor of the Hua family, who was suffocated for a while, had no chance to refute it, after He Bailing got out, the dialect seemed to be a little more angry, and all the power came towards the ancestor of the Hua family, the two of them were just holding each other before, and at this moment, with a one-on-one fair fight, the ancestor of the Hua family knew the gap between himself and the dialect, regardless of the other, just the killing blade was enough for the ancestor of the Hua family to use all his attention to deal with it, but his Wuhua sword light was difficult to hurt the other party.

Look at the same frightened junior Hua Langshan behind him, look at the fierce bombardment method in front of him, and then look at the crane Bailing who has stood far away, the ancestor of the Hua family couldn't help but let out a long howl, at this moment, the ancestor of the Hua family had remorse in his heart, regret should not be because of hatred and resentment, because of greed, he went to provoke this monk of the same level who had crossed the level and killed Qiu Lanzi, but at this moment, the ancestor of the Hua family hated the most He Bailing who was in the distance, Crane Bailing broke away from the battle circle, but did not go far, obviously wanted to see the final battle situation here before making a decision, perhaps thinking about the loss of both sides and the benefit of the fisherman。

"Fellow dialects, I admit defeat. Under the continuous bombardment of one after another drastic methods, the ancestor of the Hua family finally couldn't stand it, and felt that if it went on like this, maybe it would really fall again, even the distracted monk couldn't care about his face, and said the words of admitting defeat.

"Admit defeat? Heh, Hua Daoyou laughed. Hearing the dialect of the Hua family ancestor's words, he let out a chuckle, and the killing blade in his hand immediately became a little more powerful.

The ancestor of the Hua family thought that he had lowered his identity, but he forgot that not long ago, Fang Yan killed Qiu Lanzi, or if the ancestor of the Hua family found out that the ghost yin zi also fell to the body a moment ago, the ancestor of the Hua family would not have the idea of admitting defeat.

Sensing Fang Yan's ruthless actions, the ancestor of the Hua family shouted angrily: "Fang Yan, even if you are strong, it is just the early stage of distraction, if you force me to be anxious, it will be a big deal." ”

"There are means to use it. Another cold voice sounded in Fang Yan, and there was no mention of the threatening words of the Hua family ancestor in his tone.

"Good, good, good. The ancestor of the Hua family was furious, but he shouted three times, and in an instant, a dim sword shadow flashed in front of him, and with the flash of this sword shadow, the many sword lights that were originally bombarded with the dialect killing blade suddenly became much happier and more powerful, and for a while there was a faint meaning of suppressing the killing blade.

"Ancestor can't. ”

The ancestor of the Hua family had just urged this lightless sword shadow out, and Hua Langshan, who had been behind him, let out an exclamation.

"Hugh has to talk about it again, after I go back, I will retreat and cultivate, and you will have to take on the Hua family in the future. The ancestor of the Hua family did not move at all, and sent back a divine sense message and scolded, but the movements in his hand did not pause at all, and the figure of the Wuhua sword shadow gradually became clear.

(When you read this chapter, Baisha was already on the way, I wish you another happy holiday)