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The White Tiger Great Sage's chest was pierced by the spear, a bloody mouth was pierced, the tip of the spear was inserted into half of the spear head, and the remaining fine iron spear body was held and pinched by her tiger claws, shook into several pieces, and flew out of the heavy snow.

The great god general in front of him, standing in place, has become a "blood man".

It's just that the White Tiger Great Sage doesn't have the slightest sense of comfort.

She watched the "bloody man" in front of her explode with a bang, and it was not a big blood that splashed it, but a lot of snow.

The Nine Realms of the Terran Technique?

The art of string control?

No...... Not.

The White Tiger Great Sage narrowed his eyes, and instead of pulling out the half of the spear head, he lowered his head, and his two snow-white ears listened to the sounds around him.

The aura that overflowed was somewhat like the secret art of the Three Sects from a long time ago.

Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, she doesn't know this way, and she doesn't know which one of the techniques it is.

When Wang Luo became famous in Xining Dao, he had always relied on spearmanship, and the three teaching techniques were lost for a long time, and almost no one learned them whether they were Qi Liang or Northern Wei.

The White Tiger Great Sage didn't find the figure of the Wang Luo Great God General who should have appeared, this man, he actually disappeared out of thin air like this?

The White Tiger Great Sage sighed.

This sigh is not because he didn't kill Wang Luo.

It was the soles of her feet, and in the depths of the snow, a piece of dead wood was slowly sprouting, breaking through the dirt, and it was already silently wrapped around her feet.

She's landed, and she's got the fastest in the world.

It's a pity that it was left in the terracotta.

A green fire took the lead in rushing out of the heavy snow, faintly emerging, wing Shaoran toe to the ground, when he fell, he raised his arm and pointed out, Liutao's fire burst out, emptying a whole snow road, and surrounded the body of the White Tiger Great Sage, nailed to death.

The white tiger stomped his feet slightly, the dead wood on the soles of his feet suddenly scattered, the sawdust in the sky was burning with fire, and a miserable white figure rushed out of the Liutao fire circle, snorted, and ran on the snowfield with the Liutao sword qi firelight.

She swept suddenly in the direction of His Royal Highness, but the next moment she stopped abruptly.

The speed of the Tsing Yi Great God was actually three points faster than her, and he stopped in front of the White Tiger Great Sage.

And what stopped her was not this uncultivated physique, if she really collided with the opposite side, she would be torn apart by her own hands in three rounds at most.

Rather, it was the sword in front of him.

He is a sword cultivator.

The sword that is cultivated is the life of the whole family.

Liutao was suspended in the air, aimed at the White Tiger Great Sage.

Not a handle.

Instead, thousands of handles, densely packed, bees crowded together, heavy as a mountain above the head of the Tsing Yi Great God General, the snow surging wildly, and the next moment it was like a big avalanche, mixed with the vitality flames overwhelmingly smashed down towards the White Tiger Great Sage.

The White Tiger Great Sage let out a long roar miserably, continued to walk, one hand in front of his mask, and rushed into the tide of sword qi, countless Liutao phantoms inserted into her body.

Once in the Northern Plains Snow and Mist Forest, the Tsing Yi God General used this sword move to face Yan Xiaoqi.

At that time, His Royal Highness Sen Luodao was full of killing machines, and wanted to get close to the range of Yi Shaoran, tearing this Qi Liang No. 1 God General, but the more powerful the killing machine was, the more he was stabbed into the bone marrow by the blazing sword qi, and after Liutao entered the bone, it was no longer a phantom, but condensed into an entity.

Drill down to the bone.

The same is true of the White Tiger Great Sage.

She only brushed her face with one hand, slightly covered, and the rest of her body did not resist, and rushed straight into the sword tide, in order to get close to the Tsing Yi god general, she knew that she didn't have much time left, if she was dragged by Yi Shaoran again, when the dragon sparrow came, it would be really difficult to take Yi Xiao out of the terracotta.

The second tiger roared -

The momentum of the White Tiger Great Sage's forward rush has not stopped, but it is only the moment he rushes into the sword tide, his whole body is stained red with blood, and the dense sword qi phantom does not leave any gaps, inserted in front of her, piercing the tiger's Donkey Kong physique, the sword body enters the flesh for three points, the tip of the sword enters the bone for three points, and after condensing into an entity, the sword qi staggered and collides with each other, and the sound is piercing and seeping.

Yi Shaoran's face was solemn, his hands clenched the Liutao deity, his feet kept retreating, the soles of his feet took root, and he swept backwards with the heavy snow.

His gaze remained in front of the extremely fast White Tiger Great Sage.

Through the countless sword shadows, he could see clearly the mask that turned white and crimson.

Behind that mask, there seemed to be a pair of extremely fierce eyes, staring at him.

Yi Shaoran's lips twitched slightly, and Liutao's sword intent was sheng.

This place is different from Tangjiabao in the Snow Mist Forest, there are no 1,000 mortal lives behind him, and there is no circle demarcated.

He kept floating and swept back, nailing into the tiger's body with his sword qi, and only needed to consume all her energy and emaciation, so that this great demon of the Western Regions could obediently ambush him.

This tiger has used a lot of means, and now it has run out of oil, and it is trying its best to get close to itself, if he is careless and underestimates the enemy, he is really stuck within three feet of her, it is a tragic scene.

The god of Tsing Yi kept floating his sideburns and long hair by the qi engine, and the momentum of the whole person continued to rise and rise again to deal with the opponent's rising murderous aura and offensive!

The tiger was murderous and wanton, and strode forward ten feet.

So the wing was less and then swept ten feet.

Then his pupils contracted suddenly, and he realized something.

He made a big mistake.

This tiger did not continue to advance against the sword tide after withstanding the dense sword qi and advancing a distance of ten zhang with difficulty.

Not far from her toes, there was an unconscious figure in lotus clothes.

The White Tiger Great Sage's toes shook slightly, shaking the snow continuously, and this skillful power was transmitted to His Royal Highness, and then she pulled it slightly with one hand.

Yi Shaoran hurriedly retracted his sword.

The White Tiger Great Sage shook his body, and countless sword weapons inserted into his body burst out, and the sword qi bullfight, but the bright red in the white clothes was forcefully pressed down by her, and it was as white as ever, and the incisions in the skin were tightly squeezed, and not even a trace of blood oozed out.

Dressed in white and wearing a blood-red mask.

Her white clothes and big sleeves wrapped around the body of His Royal Highness, and the wind on the soles of her feet swept the two of them together.

Yi Shaoran suddenly moved forward, wanting to stop this Great Sage of the Western Regions, and a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in his mind.

The tiger threw out His Highness again, leaving his hands free.

Back to the carbine.

Without hesitation, she crashed into the Tsing Yi Great Divine General beside her, and slapped her hands at Yi Shaoran's Heavenly Spirit Gai with a killing momentum.

Abandon the son and kill the child.

The god of Tsing Yi snorted, and at the cost of Liutao inserting into the big snowfield, he forcibly suppressed his forward momentum.

The white tiger burst out of its chest with a third tiger roar almost with all its might.

Turning around again, he picked up His Royal Highness's body with incredible tenacity and ran towards the terracotta in the distance.

The slightest mistake is a thousand miles.

Yi Shaoran took Liutao, his face was ugly, and he looked at the empty snowfield in the distance.

The tiger urged the Great Demon of the Western Regions to press the bottom of the box, I am afraid that he used the essence blood of his whole body, and he was hit by so much Liutao sword qi, and he carried it, and his speed did not decrease but increased.

She's not very lethal, but she's extremely smart.

Not like a warrior, but like a wise man.

Now that the tiger is out of the mountain, he has not stopped it, I am afraid that he will ......

With a long groan, Wei Lingshan landed beside the Tsing Yi Great God General, his eyes were just a glance, without saying a word, without stopping for a moment, he exerted force on his toes, and his huge wings pierced the sky, and continued to rush towards the big snowfield in the distance.

After half a column of incense.

Wei Lingshan went and returned.

The county lord's face was pale, and there was deep tiredness in his eyes.

She didn't say a word, just stared at Yi Shaoran.

The lips of the great god general in Tsing Yi trembled a little.

He lowered his head, covering his blood-soaked lips, his voice hoarse.

"I, I...... Couldn't stop the tiger. ”