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The golden crow's wails were crushed by countless big white hands. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info only sporadic flames. Falling from between the fingers of the big white hand!

Jing Yue jumped up! stretched out his right hand high above his head! slashed down with all his might! slashed down with one hand, and endless flames flew out! Instantly turned into a huge golden crow in the air! Towards Shadow Ten!

Countless big white hands were piled up layer by layer! They were set up in front of the golden crow, forming a wide white wall! The golden crow was fiercely loaded on it! A huge deep pit was on the white wall, and the white wall was deeply recessed. The shape of a huge golden crow head also appeared on the white wall. But you can't break through this white wall!

Countless palms kept pulling and blocking the golden crow's progress. Soon. The Golden Crow lost momentum. They scattered into flames and fell from the sky!

Leng Jiu Ge slashed down from the sky, and the white palms that were blocking him fell to the ground one after another. Purple flames burned layer by layer. The white palm was engulfed in purple flames in an instant. And the flame also continued to burn in an instant.

But it didn't burn a few inches. Waves of qi came down the rope. Not only did the purple flames blow to the ground. And let the severed palm grow again!

Wulou held the hilt of his sword with one hand, and his index finger kept slapping on the hilt. As soon as he rushed into the crowd, his index finger was instantly resting on the hilt of his sword, and his right hand was also clenched on the hilt.

He muttered softly, "Yu!"

An invisible wave of qi emanated from him. An astonishing aura also instantly alarmed several nearby leaders! One of the leaders immediately greeted Wulou! and the surrounding environment. But like a picture, one by one appeared in Wulou's mind!

"Get the pen!!" The middle-aged master shook off the huge brush, and a huge drop of pitch-black ink appeared in the air in an instant. Blocking the way forward without a building.

Wulou's face was calm, but his right hand was quickly withdrawn. A huge slash slash was cut out in an instant. The ink drop was split in two, but the middle-aged master brush waved again. shouted: "Draw the ground as a prison!"

The drop of ink that was split in two by the building. But suddenly for a dark film. In the middle of the thunder, the building was wrapped inside!

"Town!" Wulou murmured. A huge "town" word. Shot out of his hand. But it's going straight behind you, not in front of you!

The word "town" smashed on the pitch-black film. The film was deformed by the tape. And countless pitch-black inks also quickly moved in the direction where the word "town" was.

"Soldiers on the battlefield!" The middle-aged head waved a big pen again. One by one, the soldiers who were as black as ink appeared on the ground in an instant!

"Heh!" Wulou sneered. Two random blows, slashed at the other two places of the film. Then Wulou jumped up and rushed his sword vertically into the sky!

"Poh...."

An inaudible voice rang out. Without a building, it broke through the painting ground as a prison. The seven-door Dao Palace that has traversed the rivers and lakes for countless generations. As long as it is a worldly martial arts! It is included in the Seven Dao Palaces! Each exercise is a number of ways to crack it! And it is the most time-saving and labor-saving kind!

The middle-aged head was shocked! Even if it's a first-class superior who is one level higher than himself. It can only be cracked by brute force. It takes a lot of time and internal strength! But I didn't expect it. This person. In a single breath, he cracked his own painting as a prison! It was unimaginable! This made the middle-aged head also have a sense of resignation!

But Wulou didn't give him the slightest chance! In an instant, he flashed from the sky! The ink soldiers waved their weapons one after another. But Wulou pinched a finger! A silk thread made of internal force came out from between Wulou, like a swimming snake! Exploded into a few coins and silks! Every silk thread was inserted three inches under the ribs of the ink soldier!

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

All the ink soldiers! In one night, they were cracked without a building! At this time, the middle-aged head also knew. Wulou can restrain the martial arts of his own sect! Although he still has a lot of martial arts that he has not yet shown. But at this time, he didn't want to gamble anymore! Hurriedly flashed to his friend! Wulou immediately chased after him!

Feng Qingyu, the sect leader of the Shenxing Sect, faced a big man with a knife! This big man was holding a big knife like a door panel in one hand! The muscles of his whole body were bulging! At first glance, he was a master who was not easy to mess with! But Feng Qingyu could slip away from him and there was no way to do it!

The wind is clear and the wind is under the feet. It seemed to move extremely fast! The big man just met and slashed out! Then a huge pit appeared on the ground. The dirt splashed! But Feng Qingyu easily dodged it! The thighs didn't move! But the knees and calves bent and popped out quickly! The internal strength was sent out one after another! The cyan internal force turned into an endless sphere!

The anti-knife man raised his big knife! The whole person hid behind the big knife!

"Bell, bell!"

The dense impact sound suddenly sounded! The anti-knife man gritted his teeth, and sweat continued to slide down his forehead! He held the hilt of the knife! Desperately carrying the continuous impact, but he was still kicked back a few meters by Feng Qingyu. The ground was also dragged out by the feet of the anti-knife man, and there were two deep marks! Now the soles are worn out!

The four elders left the river, but at this time, they did not have the handsomeness they had before! Because he was pressed very hard! A man in Tsing Yi! Holding a hole flute in his hand! Long sideburns covered the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi! His beard was unshaven. The gaze that vaguely shot out of the hair was a little seeping! It was like a poisonous snake staring at its prey!

The man in Tsing Yi holds a hole flute. But it's not used to blow! And it's used to hit people! The index and middle fingers are extremely flexible. The hole flute flew casually in his hand, and his feet were also stepping on the mysterious. It secretly coincides with the Big Dipper! It's unpredictable!

Leaving the foot of the river, a word flashed out. Then he faced the man in Tsing Yi, and drawing his sword was a slash! But the man in Tsing Yi casually turned the hole flute in his hand. When he got close to the river, it was a hole flute that smashed the white slash marks of the river! The hole flute sealed his throat! It went straight into the throat of the river!

(To be continued.) )