Murong Xihua has been treating the ice spirit cold poison in her body since Huangfu died, and she has successively opened up the second vein of Ren Du, stepped into the innate realm, and her skills have doubled, and it is reasonable to go to Ouyang Bo for revenge.

But she still underestimated Ouyang Old Demon's power, or rather, this Ouyang Bo's skill had already reached an extremely transcendent realm, and it was definitely not something that ordinary innate masters could deal with.

"Can she still be saved?" Huang Fu Yan calmed down and asked the Desert Divine Sword on the side.

The Desert Divine Knife's eyes shrank: "Do you know her......?" This...... I don't know!"

Huangfu's heart is like a knife, after the victory, where is he still unclear about Murong Xihua's friendship with him, his face is easy to be old, and some things are only missed to know the weight in his heart, and he would rather use his own physical pain to alleviate the emotional debt in his heart at this time.

The crescent moon hung in the west, the fox cried and the wolf howled, the emperor stumbled, and the stone stood firm.

The Great Desert Divine Sword hesitated for a moment and comforted, "At least she's alive now!"

"Yes, she's still alive!" Huangfu is a spirit, as long as he lives, he should not give up hope, although Ouyang Bo is unfathomable, he is by no means an ordinary person.

The young master of the white camel sneered: "Yes, she is just a living dead, you can call her the Frost Witch!"

"Her name is Murong Xihua!" Huangfu said coldly, his long sword pointed at him, and the killing intent was Ling Ran.

The skeleton monk's face changed greatly, obviously he had seen the sword light emitted by Huangfu Yan before, and said urgently: "Young master, be careful of this guy's swordsmanship!"

The young master of the white camel said disdainfully: "Although the Frost Witch is not as good as the Blood Demon Witch, it is still more than enough to deal with this kid, and the others will be handed over to you, this old and young man will not open their eyes, just look at me!"

Huangfu Yan was shocked in his heart, the power of White Camel Mountain was already strong enough, he couldn't imagine that there was a bloody witch who was stronger than Murong Xihua, how many such puppets were there under Ouyang Bo's seat, no wonder he wanted to complete the martial arts hegemony and be above all living beings.

The skeleton monk chuckled strangely and beckoned the people of Kuzen Temple to surround and kill the Holy Fire Sect. The young master of the White Camel Mountain had already taken off the jade flute hanging from his waist and began to play it.

The Desert Divine Knife's face changed: "Stop him from ......" said, and he had already rushed to kill the young master of the white camel.

The young master of the white camel let out a long roar, and the sound of the flute changed, and an invisible qi arose from the jade flute, blocking the sword qi of the desert divine sword. At the same time, Murong Xihua, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes, and he was covered in cold air, killing the emperor.

Huangfu Yan twisted his eyebrows and said: "This flute sound is a method to manipulate puppets......

The young master of the white camel laughed loudly: "It's so smart, this is called 'Tianxiao Demon Sound', it seems that the predecessors of the divine sword still have some impressions." "Ouyang Bo's Soul Refining True Scripture was originally snatched from the hands of the Desert Divine Sword, but back then, the Desert Divine Sword was only a quick glance, and the secret book was snatched, and in the end, it was even more desperate before fleeing back to the Uighurs, and once incognito.

Huangfu Yan avoided Murong Xihua's icy cold fingers, and his heart was full of suspense: "It seems that this mummy made of the Soul Refining True Scripture has not completely lost its mind, but its wisdom has become ignorant and has become like a ......tamed beast" Thinking like this, he tried to use the technique of the Eight Desolation Demon Sounds to let out a sound: "Lin!"

Murong Xihua's body was obviously stagnant, but as the sound of the white camel young master's flute continued, he still turned into a witch again.

Huangfu Yan jumped into the air, avoiding Murong Xihua's ice spirit, but from time to time he let out a strange scream, trying to disturb the control of the young master of the white camel.

The young master of the white camel didn't pay any attention to the Eight Desolations Demon Sound of Huangfu Death, and was obviously extremely confident in the Tianxiao Demon Sound. Looking at the wheezing Desert Divine Knife, he mocked: "It's not easy for you to live to this age, Ben Shao will let you make three more moves!"

The desert divine knife did not answer, and shook the broadsword in his hand, "Splitting Huashan", "Sweeping Thousands of Troops", "Pulling Out the Mountain", three moves in a row, the rolling knife momentum carried the strength of breaking the air, wave after wave, and the source covered the white camel young master.

The young master of the white camel didn't dare to be careless, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and his figure had already retreated, getting out of the dense curtain of the desert divine sword, and staring at Murong Xihua with a smile.

Huangfu Yan knew that something was wrong, and he saw that the sound of his flute suddenly changed, and it was Murong Xihua, who was chasing him, swept away, and had already reached the back of the Desert Divine Sword.

"Despicable!" Before the emperor could help, it was the desert divine sword that was angry and killed the young master of the white camel that had been covered by Murong Xihua.

The fatal palm of the innate master should not be underestimated. The back of the desert divine knife immediately froze and froze, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about it, and with the power of this palm, he pounced on the young master of the white camel, and the big knife in his hand drew a blue arc in the air, spiraling up and down, and directly attacking its upper, middle and lower roads, fierce and incoherent.

Before the young master of the white camel had time to appreciate his strategy of attacking the west, he felt that his hair was cold and upside down, knowing that the old man was desperate and careless.

As far as he could see, the knife of the Great Desert Divine Knife had already slashed through his face, pointing at the vital point of his chest. The young master of the white camel hurriedly sucked his abdomen, leaned back, avoided the blade, and cut the opponent's wrist vein with a move of "white camel sand drawing" with his left palm, and the two fingers of his right hand were one and a squirt, and the "long snake Turui" pointed at the lack of poverty in the opponent's left shoulder.

As soon as Huangfu Yan blocked Murong Xihua's pursuit, he saw that the desert divine sword move had made him old, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and his left hand was like a knife and slashed towards his right wrist vein, which was as fast as lightning.

The old man was also resolute, knowing that his knife could not hurt the other party, but the opponent's palm knife was less than five inches away from his wrist vein.

The speed of response is truly breathtaking.

Huangfu secretly praised, knowing that the old man was returning to the light and buying time for himself.

The young master of the white camel has such strength at a young age, and he can be a leader of the previous generation in the world, but unfortunately he is young and vigorous after all, and he lacks experience. Seeing that the Desert Divine Sword not only broke his moves, but also returned him two moves in an instant, he was already panicking.

At this time, the sound of the flute had stopped for a few breaths, and in the continuous interference of the Eight Desolations of the Emperor Fu's Demon Sound, the puppet Murong Xihua's reaction had become extremely sluggish, and the Emperor Fu Yan took the opportunity to stop it.

Over there, the Desert Divine Sword had already exhaled and opened its voice, and with all its strength, it fought with the young master of the white camel.

With a loud "bang", the sand and stones around the two of them walked away, and the true qi knocked out a deep pit the size of a millstone on the ground.

The Desert Divine Knife that tried its best was like a broken kite swaying in the air, flying more than three feet away, and after landing, he stepped back seven or eight steps before falling to the ground, his face was already pale and bloodless, and his throat squirmed, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Although the young master of the white camel seems to be calm, his messy clothes and undulating chest all indicate that this palm is not very easy.

When the skeleton monk found out about the movement here, he was shocked and inexplicable, and immediately abandoned his opponent and rushed over.

"Less...... Master, are you alright?"

"Kill, kill these two dog things for me!" said the young master of the white camel, and the churning blood in his body finally failed to suppress it, spraying the skeleton monk's face.

The skeleton monk's eyes shrank, and he had already found that Murong Xihua had been subdued, so he took a deep breath and nodded bitterly. Don't look at the fact that he just used his might and beat everyone in the Holy Fire Sect to the ground, but only he knows that compared to that Frost Witch, his own ability is not enough at all. The previous arrogance has long since disappeared, and whether he can leave alive is the focus of his attention at this time.

The casualties of the Kuzen Temple are even worse, although the Persian masters of the Holy Fire Sect were stopped by the skeleton monks, but there are no shortage of good hands left, their first master thousand-armed demon monk is injured at this time, the four great venerables have all been wasted most of their efforts, and even the presiding Zhang Su Living Buddha has been severely injured, a killing, at this time the living monks, almost all of them are injured.

There was silence for a while, Zhang Su looked at the emperor who was holding a sword, smiled bitterly, and sighed: "My Buddha is merciful!"

The thousand-armed demon monk said miserably: "Heaven is dead, I am in the same vein of the Bitter Zen Temple!"

The monks looked up to the heavens and recited the Buddha's name silently. (To be continued.) )