Looking at the figure that came over, the lean demon Xiu frowned suddenly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's strange that the feeling of being tightly bound is exactly the meaning lock. Being in the body all the time, you have to get the Luck Law to arrive, and this feeling obviously makes you unable to move the Law at will.

I am not ashamed in my heart, I hit him before, this son fell into the disadvantage, this intention lock, someone must have secretly stepped in to help this kid, and I want to give this kid a chance to make a move? What is this doing, using myself to set up this kid? It's really dirty!

At this moment, seeing this kid holding a sword, he walked slowly, and suddenly woke up in his heart.

It's this kid's sword intent realm!

I can't help but cheer up the spirit. A guy who has cultivated so far from each other has failed to break it in one fell swoop!

I have experienced countless fighting methods outside, and I have never seen any kind of opponent. There are also some people who think they are outstanding, but they haven't done the same thing as the ghosts under my horn. To make a name for himself in the disorderly realm of scattered cultivation, and to respond to everyone's voice, it is not like in the background of the sect, relying on the secret backers and ladders to leave and right. That's all typed!

There are very few things that can make you jealous, even if they are of the same level. This kid actually made himself feel in danger!

You must know that this is a long-standing opposite school, and I have already felt the crisis in this valley before, so I have already reminded. Fang Cai took the lead and was broken, and he regarded this son as an opponent worthy of his own heart. Under such a cautious mind, he will actually be locked by this son's sword intent, and he will not be able to break it for a long time!

Tightening his mind, Huo Di raised his hand and summoned the long dark red horns. What if it can't be broken, it's a big deal to do it again as before. This time the blow is broken, and it can't leave you a chance to breathe! Raise your hand, and the long dark red horn "swishs" out!

There is no wind and no waves, all the mana is condensed a little, only a corner!

Volley ****, slowly rotating, as if powerless, castration, the sharp tip of the long horn is like a fire, a little bit, red, brighten.

In the middle of the valley, a dark invisible air flow condensed with the long horn that was struck, and it lasted for a long time!

......

What a fierce hand! The crowd watching the battle in the dark suddenly twitched their hearts, like cones thorning in their heads. This demon cultivator is by no means an ordinary guy!

The first shot, making such a big formation, as a side with a much higher cultivation, to destroy the opponent's mind, is understandable. Now that he was locked by Feibai's sword intent, he immediately took care of his mind and sent out such a condensed blow. This is a battle-hardened fighter!

looked at Li Feibai, who was carrying a sword in the valley, his walking was not chaotic, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and suppressed his thoughts of making a move. In the bottom of my heart, I naturally have something to look forward to.

Su Nannan, who was on the slope, grabbed Yun Shu's hand and tightened it, pinching Yun Shu so hard that she couldn't help but pull back, but she didn't break free. glanced at this distracted little girl, couldn't speak, and turned to quickly look at Henggu again, for fear of falling into something. Although there was no communication, there was also a common enemy, and at this moment, my heart was about to burst out! Li Feibai, be careful!

Xu Yi and Fang Ziwen secretly watched this blow, and they were both in the bottom of their hearts, dangerous! glanced at each other and looked closely at Li Feibai.

......

One person carries a sword and walks in his own painting.

The long horn on the opposite side came out again, very strong! Looking at the dark red magic weapon that was slowly striking in his intention, and the sharp sharp horns that gradually lit up, Li Feibai was still moving forward slowly.

Walking very slowly, very hard, as if on top of a rock. Sweat trickles down his cheeks and drips.

Suddenly, the thin drawing paper seemed to be swept away by the breeze in the valley, and there was a trace of fluctuation, trembling slightly.

Li Feibai's eyebrows tightened, and he paused slightly. This step is like being blocked by a thousand bulls, and it is difficult to step down!

The dark red horn in the painting, the trajectory of the shot is suddenly fast, and the sharp horn is suddenly bright!

Sweat, gushing out, holding the hand of the dragon's teeth, the green tendons jumped violently, trembling slightly.

Can this be broken? This is my painting, I paint, I should be the master!

In the bottom of my heart, there was a fierce shock. The person in the painting seems to tremble, pause in his footsteps, and fall to the ground fiercely.

Draw a shock, move forward, and still continue. The corners of Li Feibai's mouth silently overflowed with a wisp of blood. Didn't bother, just move forward!

The painting in the wind suddenly stood up, and then stood quietly and became a tree.

......

The lean demon cultivator was shocked in his heart and sighed secretly. Alas, seeing that this guy couldn't hold on, as soon as this situation was broken, he immediately handed over his life. I was still resisted by him, but it's a pity!

As soon as the mana is sent, the castration of the dark red horn is even more aggressive.

It's just that in the painting, it is still back to the beginning, moving forward little by little. It was a suffocating, heart-wrenching punch.

......

It's just a momentary blow, and the two in the painting have been gone for an unknown amount of time.

Finally, it's close!

Li Feibai took a deep breath and stared at the long horn near in front of him, and the sharp stinging sensation penetrated deep into his heart. Let's, I'm going to let it pass.

However, this way, how can it be so easy to avoid! The sword intent locks this good fighting demon cultivator who is much higher than himself, how can this intention be able to follow his own mind and do whatever he wants! I don't have that kind of ability...... Alas.

Raising the sword, the dragon's teeth were like a thousand hammers, slowly rising, slowly, on the pointed tip of the long horn, dialing.

It's like a mayfly shaking a tree! Move a little, and then dial ...... It's not enough, it's too late! The long crimson horn travels slowly, but this plucking is even slower!

Suddenly, sweat runs down my back. This demon cultivator's blow is so strong!

I turned it sideways, and the painting in the valley trembled again.

Li Feibai's moving figure moved slightly to the side...... Slow, so slow, alas......

Li Feibai couldn't help but sigh lightly. Right now, the long dark red horn is close, just like that, it hits his side ribs and stabs into it little by little!

Staring at a sharp handful, stabbing on, going deep, blood coming out...... This feeling makes people throb deeply.

The painting in the valley is shaking for a while!

Behind him, the long dark red horns with dripping blood, followed the previous trajectory, still walking.

Li Feibai's face turned white in an instant. The severe pain invaded, and the mind was in a trance.

The bottom of my heart suddenly straightened, I couldn't retreat! I couldn't fall! I couldn't go forward, I continued! Blood, dripping down the side of my body, and on the ground, there were blood-stained footprints.

The thin demon cultivator in front of him widened his eyes and was shocked!

This kid, with a hole in his body, doesn't fall! He's still coming!

Go, retreat. His heart turned, and he hurriedly raised his steps, but at this time, there was a heartbreak and a thrill. As Li Feibai got closer and closer, I don't know when, he couldn't move!

No, it can move, but this movement is simply not as good as a snail!

In the painting, a half-bloodstained person holds a sword in his hand, slowly walks in front of the demon cultivator who is standing there motionless, raises his hand, and the sword falls.

In a trance, the paintings in the valley dispersed with the wind.

......

The lean demon cultivator "plopped" and withered and died. Li Feibai hurriedly cast a spell to stop the blood on his body, and then took out the pill again, and stuffed a few pills into his mouth before he breathed a sigh of relief.

A burst of prostration.

After standing still for a while, he reached out, turned the demon cultivator's body upside down, and collected the storage bag. Lao Ren's green jade tortoise shell is still in the hands of this guy, and it can't be left behind. Turning around, he looked at the bloody horns that fell in the distance. This is not a mortal thing. Raising his hand, the strings rolled in a flash, and he took it back, looking at the magic weapon stained with his own blood, as if he was shivering, and put it in his bag.

After doing this, I returned to Lao Ren's side and sat cross-legged. (To be continued.) )