"Dead !!"

The finch drank delicately, regardless of it, and slashed it with one palm.

The world is big, and the son is the biggest,

The rules of the royal court are no bigger than the will of the prince!

"Junior!"

Bota can't let something happen to Tumuhan no matter what, this is one of the inheritors of their tribe!

"Girl, isn't it just to tease, and I didn't sleep with you, why do you want to kill people?"

Porta resisted the attack of the finch, hoping to calm the matter, after all, what kind of virtue is the son-in-law of his patriarch's family, he himself knows in his heart,

Now that everyone is watching, it is not good to be partial,

The most important thing is to put this matter on the surface,

But in private, when I'm free,

If you catch these two female dolls again, you will definitely please your son.

"Don't you know that within the limits of the royal court, monks are forbidden to attack mortals?

Botta's hands shook and knocked the finch back, but his hands were inadvertently covered with frost,

It was the farrow's Xuanbing aura, which unknowingly invaded Porta's hand meridians.

With a sneer, the finch would not answer any of his questions,

Tumuhan, you must die today!

"Boom!"

At the order of the finch, Porta's hands exploded with blood.

"Ahh

Porta cried out in pain,

His hands were instantly bloody, and Porta looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief,

inadvertently, she let her hands be filled with her special spiritual power.

This person is not simple!

"Get out of the way, or die!"

The eyes of the finches are cold, and the hearts of people are frozen.

Porta slowly felt that his scalp began to tingle,

Is this still a monk of the Three Upper Realms? He can go head-to-head with himself without being defeated, and even seriously injure his hands!!

Porta mobilized the spiritual energy in his body to try to repair the damaged body and veins, but he was eroded by the alien spiritual power remaining in his arm, and for a while, there was no way.

The repair was ineffective, looking at the bloody hands, Porta's anger surged to the tip of his heart,

"Slut, you're looking for !! death"

Porta roared angrily, his momentum rising steadily, and he soon reached the limit, this is a great cultivator of the Feather Realm.

Tumuhan, who was hiding behind him, stretched out his little head, looked at the finches on the other side, and hurriedly grabbed the corner of Porta's clothes,

Tumuhan said nervously: "Porta, don't slap your face!"

Porta's eyes were full of anger, and he responded viciously: "Don't worry, the young master, it's just a citizen of the mainland." I will make him submit to the young master's crotch!"

The temperature between the fields gradually dropped, from the subtle at the beginning, to the blink of an eye,

Frost covered the streets, ice climbed the eaves, and snowflakes fell from the sky.

The snowflakes are flying, Porta doesn't use all his strength, why does the finch use all the hole cards?

The monk's ears were deaf and clear-sighted, and the two of them saw that the unconcealed words fell into the ears of the finch and Hua Qinxue word for word, which was really unscrupulous!

"It turns out that you are in a group, I thought you were a monk who enforces the law impartially!"

Hua Qinxue said lightly and sneered.

Que'er's strength has already surprised her, and sure enough, none of the people around Xianggong are ordinary.

I don't know where the limits of the finches are,

Hua Qinxue pressed the impulse to do it, left the opportunity to the finch, and also made an assessment of the finch's strength.

In the past, it was rare to see a finch move.

The environment is slowly assimilated, and the icy and snowy Far North scene appears in the desert.

This is the practice of the Cold Heaven Supreme.

"You, find, die!"

The finch was furious, frantically urging his special bloodline, and the power of the blessed exercises was greatly increased.

The visible ice covers the lines of the earth,

This small piece of sky has become the home of the birds.

"Die!"

The finch struck out with a palm, and her posture was like a shock, and she slapped on Porta's body in an instant.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and Porta's life-guarding magic weapon shattered.

Another palm, striking on top of Porta's opposing hands, freezing it, with a little force,

His arms turned into ice crystals in the sky, turning into ice dust.

This is already a practice close to supernatural powers, and it is a brand-new exercise formed by combining the exercises of the Cold Heaven Supreme and its own special bloodline under the teaching of An Bai day and night, regardless of the occasion.

"No !!"

Porta couldn't believe it, obviously his realm was better, his cultivation was stronger, why did he lose, his arms turned into ice crystals in the sky, and he was out of his body forever!

Porta felt fear, in such a strange environment, he didn't even feel pain and cold, it seemed that this extreme low temperature had made him feel hallucinations - from extreme cold to heat,

The bowl is large, the broken arm wound, and you can see the boiling blood flowing out, but I don't feel anything.

This loss of sensation due to the extreme cold brought Porta to the brink of collapse.

"Hurry up and !! young master"

Seeing that things could not be said, Porta immediately made a decision and urged Tumuhan to flee quickly, as long as he fled back to the Golden Lamb tribe and had a true immortal in charge, what if the person in front of him could defeat him even if he could leapfrog the level?

"Young master, let's go!!"

Porta turned around and made up his mind to delay for the young master, loyally wanting to help the young master escape.

It's just that

Without waiting for Bota to speak, Tumuhan had already fled without greeting Bota when his hands were shattered and turned into ice and dust, and at this moment, only his vague shadow could be seen in the distance.

"This ......"

Porta looked at the young master in the distance, and his heart was not happy.

"Hmph! you have the courage to go to the Golden Lamb Tribe, little doll, the world is very big, don't think how great you are!"

Porta remained silent and slowly retreated, trying to get out of the battlefield.

The finch is in the air, grasping with five fingers,

"Condensation!"

There was a muffled sound, and Tumuhan in the distance only felt cold, his head was black, and he seemed to be out of breath.

With a pop, Tumuhan fell to the ground, his calf pulled out for a while, and then stopped moving.

This is when he fought with Porta again, the diffuse cold air invaded Tumuhan's body, and at this moment it was detonated by the finch.

The blood in Tumuhan's body instantly had countless ice crystals, and as the blood went straight into the brain, the major internal organs in the body,

Although Tumuhan has cultivation, he is not a high-level monk, so he naturally can't resist the magical means of the finches, and he dies in an instant.

From beginning to end, Tumuhan was a monk with low cultivation, and it was precisely because of this that he simply pretended to be a mortal who had not cultivated, and let his own law enforcers stay in charge for a long time.

Porta stared blankly at the dead Tumuhan, his eyes were distracted, and he muttered:

"You've got into trouble...... He's the heir to the Golden Lamb tribe!"

Looking at his broken arms, looking at the body of the fallen young master in the distance,

Porta felt fear,

The exercises of the person in front of him are arrogant and domineering,

But

The Golden Lamb Tribe will definitely avenge themselves and others!!