Fang Wenwen smiled and nodded.

Bai's eyes are a little strange, not looking at people with those eyes but staring at people with his eyes, and even making people involuntarily a little angry, such as a monk in front of him who created the Immortal Sect, is frowning, looking at this white, some feel very uncomfortable, yes, just uncomfortable.

Bai didn't move at the moment, looking at those people just looking like that, it was a very weird atmosphere.

The disciples of the Creation Immortal Sect are arrogant, and some proud, because among their elders there is a person named Tianyu Zhenren, and it is also because they are called the Creation Immortal Sect, and they are the top existence in the entire Immortal Sect.

Liu Pian looked at the disciple of the Immortal Sect, and also knew the bottom line of their glory,

These people can not move, they can be afraid of Bai who seems to be a killing machine, but as the people of the Creation Immortal Gate, they cannot not move, because they have their own bottom line, and the Creation Immortal Gate should not be taken lightly.

A huge whisk of dust with a lonely breath, along a misty trajectory, like three thousand green silk is very elegantly along the air, unfolding each whisker of dust is made of the coldest silk, so there is that kind of heartbreaking loneliness.

Thousands of dust, thousands of green silks, thousands of troubles.

A swordsman from Qingyunmen next to him also made a move at this moment, because he, or maybe they had also seen the previous few times, and knew that if they didn't make a move now, then they wouldn't even have the last chance, and the stepping stones would cut people.

He was a monk who cultivated the five internal organs, and with a wave of the sword finger in his hand, the sword light in the sky turned into a golden silk thread of the Dao, cutting through the void.

A person was a little lazy at this time, quietly took out a charm, gently thought, and transformed into a purple blue bird and flew towards the distance not only slowly.

Liu Pian followed Fang Wenwen, who was watching from the side, and said, "Let me tell you, that person was the first to lose."

Fang Wenwen said suspiciously, "What?"

Liu Pian said, "You can see it"

After a while, Fang Wenwen smiled.

Bai moved at this moment, and the shoes made of the weeds in the wilderness gently left his footprints on the largest platform in the Central Plains.

But they were broken by their feet, and their straw shoes were broken, but their bare feet were broken by their feet.

The body is extremely fast, like a gust of wind, rushing straight into the arms of the person who wants to preserve his strength, as if he is throwing himself into his arms.

In Fang Wenwen's opinion, this is even a bit despicable, but this is a real fight, not a fight as the core, but a conference on the Tao in the cloak of Taoism.

This demon clan has won attention with his fighting skills, and even he is barefoot. But Liu Pian shouted "yes" for him

The voice was very loud, but the white man didn't look at it at all, because he was stabbing the man in the stomach with his small sword, and then kicking it.

The man rolled into the abyss, and in the place where the action of the formation had been downloaded, he fainted and fell to the ground, and his intestines flowed out.

It made the person from the Fu Gong sect very angry, and the atmosphere was obviously a harmonious and friendly discussion, but it was so bloody.

Liu Pian thought of it, and when Bai was inserting it towards the person's heart, his fingers moved slightly.

Thousands of dusts have become, and it has become a life-chasing thing behind Bai.

A huge spider appeared behind Shiro, it was a person's spirit pet,

Bai was a strange rub of his body, and he drilled out under a person, and then went behind the person who carried the spirit pet, and hit it with his hand under the heart.

This kind of action made some people very disdainful, and even scolded, saying that this was an uneducated demon, and the face of some demon clans was also a little unbearable.

Liu Pian thought of "Demons are originally casual, who stipulates them, who gives them some rules and regulations, they don't have anything else" For Bai, Fang Wenwen didn't speak beside Liu Pian, and the fat man said a little obscenely, "This is really a cute demon"

Only when looking at this wolf from the wasteland will everyone involuntarily say that this demon is good or bad.

The thousands of dusts are still chasing, but there is no way to catch this demon and this wolf without harming their fellow Daoists.

A monk of the Yin Yang Demon Dao, with his fingers all over his body, shook his body and turned into a strange brown shadow, shaking beside Bai's body.

Bai didn't notice it, and ran towards a Taoist priest who was using a sword on the side, but the shadow of his body followed firmly, and then slowly melted into the white shadow.

Bai didn't notice it at all, or deliberately didn't notice it.

When the sword was constantly shaking, he stretched out his right hand and held it quickly, so that I could turn the body into it in the blood, and into the body of that person, the body slid slightly, and the eagle reached the back of the person, but there was an extra sword in his hand out of thin air, holding the sword in his hand, looking behind him, and going to make a stroke.

Whoa

A shadow appeared behind him, but he cut his shadow very much, and then turned around, and used his short sword to plunge the long sword man's heart again, and Liu Pian saw that the place was exactly the same as the person before him.

The dust finally came, and Bai's body was left with a lot of wounds at this moment, and even his clothes turned blood red.

Fang Wenwen only spoke at this time, "What will happen to you?"

Liu Pian said without thinking, "I will use my left hand"

Fang Wenwen was happy.

The shadow of the demon turned into foam and dissipated in the air at the moment when the dust swept by, and a faint person slowly withdrew from the field.

The man below his chest was also unable to hold the sword in his hand after a while.

Liu Pian looked at the wound, but knew that there was still a little bit of rich and pure demonic energy in it, constantly destroying the meridians and flesh, this was really a very interesting wolf cub.

The huge whisk of dust is like a sword with thousands of blades, and every silk thread of whisk is a sword.

What the dust needs is an incomparably powerful divine soul power, but this person is a very good opponent, Liu Pian knows that this person's ranking is the tenth heavenly machine list,

The whisk of dust was shaking and suddenly magnified in an instant, closing the disciple of the Creation Immortal Gate who was holding the whisk.

A low shout.

Liu Pian saw that there was a deep visible bone wound on the man's left arm, and blood was constantly retaining.

The white, but it was like a ray of white light, floated out softly, but it was hit by a huge bead that floated in, and it slowed down for a moment, but it turned around and took out a cyan stone on the ground, and quickly put it behind him, bang

The stone shattered, got entangled, and white left