Sun Bojin's cultivation is unique, and there are differences between good and evil, and he is unique. In addition, there is an extremely loyal old servant who is always with him, and his cultivation is even more bottomless.

Every time, it is a matter of brushing off the clothes, hiding the merit and fame.

It's hard to find, let alone hurt him. However, this Sun Bojin is not without shortcomings.

His lifeline is Lingyun Zimei Xuan's water and ice!

It's a long story.

At that time, the two were in the prime of life, the age of dry firewood, you are unmarried and I am unmarried, it is the time of Shaohua.

But it's a pity that both of them are stubborn. Because of a misunderstanding, they don't give in to each other.

For the business of two people, one person always needs to turn around first. At the same time, the consequence of stubbornness is to pass by the person in your life.

Shui Yibing has been looking forward to it, and Sun Bojin has also been pursuing it hard.

However, there are always regrets in God, they are destined to be fateful, and in the end it is such an ending.

This is the eternal pain in the heart of the head of Shui Da, and it is also Sun Bojin's biggest weakness, every time he hears the name Shui Yibing, he can retreat thirty miles. If nothing else, I really feel shameless.

In the middle of the battlefield, blood is everywhere.

A person of the Demon Sect who protected the Dharma was standing opposite, his gaze followed Fan Baili rising, and saw an ancient flying knife pointing at him, and then a three-colored light bloomed in the air.

His defenses were torn apart by the force of the impact, and blood flashed across his face and chest. Then it took on a charred black color, as if it had been baked.

Fan Baili rolled over in the air, unloaded the force of his own bursting recoil, and then fell to the ground.

The moment on the huge battlefield was silent, and the surviving Demon Cult warriors were all afraid.

Originally, he was caught off guard by a wave of surprise attacks by the righteous path, and the damage was half-slack, and then the leader of the warband challenged the other party.

The beginning went well, and the cultivation of the Demon Sect was significantly higher than half a notch, and he had more experience.

However, the good times did not last long, and a person who had been fighting all the time took advantage of the time for the two to rest temporarily. just stepped in, and the situation immediately changed.

Fan Baili was right in front of them, and under the strong fire, he killed the leader of the partial generals lightly. How could this make those ordinary warriors not frightened?!

After Fan Baili killed a Dharma protector, he suddenly felt something in his heart and turned his head to look. I saw that another Dharma protector had just stepped a hundred feet away, and under the support of dozens of sturdy people, he had set up a complex eight-bull crossbow, and the black and heavy spear head was pointing at Fan Baili.

"Be careful, that's one of the Demon Cult's Bottom Treasure Pills, which specializes in dealing with the Dark Arrow of a mid-level monk. In terms of power, it is more powerful than the Chongyang Iron Flying Knife in your hand. Fortunately, he can't add the magic trick that must be hit, otherwise, he will basically catch one and destroy the other. ”

"Such an exaggerated baby, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"In the past, this thing was used to protect the city and defend the country, who would have thought that this would be used as an offensive weapon, the key is to use it on you. ”

"Shouldn't I be honored?"

"Perhaps, it should be. ”

Fan Baili saw that Zhang Tianyu still had the heart to talk and laugh with him, and knew that this thing was not so terrifying to him.

Fan Baili pulled out Wushuang with his backhand, and at the same time stretched out his foot to pick it up, and a cold iron battle axe for the assault soldiers of the Demon Sect Army flew up from the ground and fell into his right hand. With an axe in one hand and a knife in the other, he strode forward and faced the army of demons.

Every time he took a step, the remnants of the soldiers took a step back, until they retreated, and no one dared to charge at him! Not even a mid-level monk dared.

The heavy cold iron battle axe still needed to be held with all hands in the hands of the wrestlers, but this battle axe was as light as a feather in Fan Baili's hands, and they had no doubt that the first one to rush forward would be cut into two pieces by the battle axe.

Reinforcements from afar rushed one after another, and in a few moments hundreds of people were gathered. However, the absolute superiority in numbers did not give the soldiers more confidence, and the soldiers who had lost their command were still forced to retreat step by step by him. Heavy footsteps, each striking on their hearts, the man seemed to be from hell, not at all like a normal righteous monk.

The newly arrived soldiers also did not dare to advance, because they saw that the commander standing on the hill was shaking at this moment holding the hand of the Dark Holy Arrow.

This is a scene not seen in many years, and a forward battalion lieutenant who has rushed to hear the news howls and rushes out of the crowd.

He will use his bravery. Come and step the road of iron and blood ahead!

But before he could swing the battle axe in his hand, Fan Baili's axe blade swept across his neck first, and a human head flew high, blood gushing like a spring, splashing on the surrounding warriors.

The morale of the Demon Cult finally collapsed, and they turned and began to flee, the chaotic crowd scattering their own battle lines behind them. Then it was like an avalanche.

The battlefield was not large, and a partial collapse soon affected the entire battle situation. The experienced guards of the righteous commander immediately began to attack, and under their leadership, the young warriors all rushed out and charged the enemy in every place and corner.

The Dharma protector struggled for a long time, and finally sent out the arrow.

"Hum~"

The huge arrow feathers drove the air and made a deafening muffled sound, and some people even wondered, is this still an eight-ox crossbow? The sound was no worse than that of a gunpowder weapon in the right way.

I saw a black light crashing towards Fan Baili, and the black gas was filled, and even a huge skeleton, a black skeleton, was formed.

In Fan Baili's eyes, the black skeleton gradually expanded, from a black dot to a life-size one.

However, there was no fear in his heart, but a kind of expectation.

It seemed as if a voice was shouting, "Come on, I'm a mouth-watering treasure!"

Indeed, in the eyes of others, it was a terrifying cold and dark power, but in the eyes of Fan Baili, who had practiced the Blood Mystic Method, it was a treasure that was extremely pure, saving him a little bit of treasure.

Bang bang bang!

The five layers of ice shields pierced through one after another, and the speed of the black arrows slowly slowed down.

Click, click!

The two crisp sounds were the sound of the spiritual shield shattering.

Penetrating the seven defenses at once, it is really not something that ordinary monks can block. According to Zhang Dazhao's current strength, he only has five equivalent shields at most.

In a dumbfounded gaze, the dark arrow qi slowly dissipated, leaving only a quaint arrow that fell to the ground.

A desolate horn finally sounded in the distance, it was a signal for the Demon Cult army to retreat, and this time the attack finally failed.

Fan Baili and Zhang Tianyu blinked, that was the excitement after their harvest.

Sure enough, the Dark Sacred Arrow did not have any additional damage to him who had practiced the Blood Mystic Method. According to the original description, it was the Chongyang Iron Flying Knife that strengthened No. 1. It will also explode at the moment when it is close to the breath of the righteous path, casting the dark power contained in it.