Chapter Seventy-Nine: Illusion

Hearing this, Shen Xingluo snorted coldly, his cold voice was three points colder than ice and snow, and said, "It's up to you." ”

The other party is at least a monk in the foundation building period, as the saying goes, a Qi cultivation third layer may kill a Qi cultivation Great Perfection monk, but ten refining Great Perfection monks can't beat a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

It stands to reason that Shen Xingluo only has the seventh level of Qi training, and now he is alone, so it is very unwise to speak provocatively. However, since Zhao Chunyang didn't do anything, forcing her to take on the livelihood of the four people in the Lichen Palace with her immature shoulders, she always paid attention to her image, holding shelves everywhere, for fear of losing the face of the Lichen Palace, so her tone of voice couldn't help but be a little big.

Therefore, even if she knew that the situation was not good for her at the moment, she still refused to show weakness, she had a lot of magic weapons on her body, even if the monks of the Jindan period came, she could guarantee that she could save a small life from under the other party's hands.

Because Shen Xingluo's big sword can isolate the prying eyes of the divine sense, coupled with her arrogant and fearless tone, the other party couldn't figure out her details for a while, and was actually frightened by him, and was pulled by his companions, and didn't dare to say more, so he had to vent his anger on the snow wolf.

These people have a high level of cultivation, and their methods are cruel and vicious, even the snow wolf, who is not afraid of death, can't help but retreat. Taking advantage of the fact that the person fighting with it was blinded by the snowflakes, the leading Snow Wolf King quickly jumped up and kicked the man back two feet away, and he jumped under the nearest snow hill with his strength.

"Whew-" It glanced at Shen Xingluo deeply, then raised its head and let out a long roar, lowered its head and took a bite from the snow-white ground, quickly turned around, and ran towards the snow-white expanse without looking back.

Seeing this, the other snow wolves turned their heads and fled for their lives.

"It's not that easy to run. The monk who had eaten the Snow Wolf King's loss stepped on a round dice cup, and the cold murderous aura on his body split a path through the wind and snow in the sky, and flew in front of the Snow Wolf King with a "whoosh".

"Poof!" "Poof!" Two muffled sounds, the strong and huge Snow Wolf King's body shook, rushed forward a dozen steps, and fell down with a bang, bright red and dazzling blood flowed out from the two deep wounds on his neck and abdomen, turning red a large patch of snow under his body, and the things he was holding in his mouth also fell into the snow.

"Brother Guo, what a handsome skill. Su Yun caught up from behind, and just happened to see the scene of Guo Qitian killing the Snow Wolf King, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his cheeks were slightly red.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

The rest of the snow wolves were frightened because the head wolf was killed, and they fled in all directions with a wail.

"Brother Redon, quick, let's stop them. "The youngest monk was full of blood when he witnessed Guo Qitian kill the Snow Wolf King, and he was eager to try it when he watched the fleeing Snow Wolf.

Lei Dong is the monk who spoke disrespectfully to Shen Xingluo, he was unable to send out the evil fire in his stomach, and when he saw that the snow wolf was running away as if he was dying, the depression in his heart seemed to be relieved a little. Seeing that two snow wolves passed by Shen Xingluo when they were running away, his heart moved, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a bronze trident appeared in his hand, which seemed to stab at the two snow wolves, but in fact, the aura on the trident was wrapped in murderous aura and rushed straight towards Shen Xingluo.

Hmph, he wants to see how many pounds and taels she has, and dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of him.

"Ding!"

His trident failed to pierce the snow wolf's skin, and the aura and sword qi on the halberd failed to hurt Shen Xingluo in the slightest. An intricately carved silver ball the size of a fist blocked the tip of the trident.

What kind of thing is this? It's not like a magic weapon, it's like a hydrangea played by an ordinary lady from a big family.

Lei Dong snorted coldly, such a worthless tattered thing couldn't withstand his blow at all. He was very confident that as long as his aura was greatly increased, he would puncture the Linglong Silver Incense Ball and hurt Shen Xingluo.

"Huh. Shen Xingluo, who was hiding in the hood, laughed coldly twice, and a cluster of faint yellow flames lit up in the exquisite silver incense ball, the fire light was faint, and it was not very clear in this snow-white environment.

Lei Dong was in his hands to win, but the trident in his hand had not yet sent another point forward, and there was an abrupt change in front of him, the icy and snowy scenery was lost in the blink of an eye, replaced by a cloud-covered fairy mountain, and the lingering sound of the fairy bell came down from the mountain.

Magic!