Xu Cheng did not immediately chase after the fox girl, but looked back at Shen Tu, he was afraid that this was a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, Shen Tu's eyes moved, and countless fans behind him instantly wrapped the ice crystal coffin in it, Shen Tu carried the coffin behind him, and then said with a smile: "I want to see who it is?"

Xu Cheng nodded, turned around and went over there to kill.

The arrival of dawn will bring a little light to the outside, but the upper abdomen of this north is the interior of the mountain, and the light can only shine into a part, and the looming light will illuminate the game here colorful and muffled, and there is a sense of bizarreness.

Xu Cheng walked towards the front, silently, fell together, extremely fast, the little fox who hit his eighteen swords in a row turned pale, but he has always maintained this relationship with the propaganda, every time Xu Cheng can catch up, she just turns around and kills him, Xu Cheng understands that it is a phantom, when he broke the phantom, the fox girl is far away from Xu Cheng, and so on, over and over

Xu Cheng's face was calm, and it was not until he reached the deepest place, even the colorful colors were swallowed up by the darkness in the depths, that the fox girl stopped, looked at Xu Cheng, some of the taste of pity I saw, watermelon-like buckled under the hair, eyes are watery and cute.

"Do officials really want to chase after each other, and they must separate life and death from the slave family?" The voice is soft, the eyes are watery, if it is a mortal man and an ordinary monk, in such an official, almost the bone marrow will become soft, and kneel under the skirt of the fox

Xu Cheng was silent, and he drew his sword steadily, and his eyes did not waver at all.

In the distance, suddenly two black and white sword lights and sword qi flowed over, and with the movement of the knife, countless flames also suddenly turned into two fire dragons, with the dragon groan, and rushed towards Xu Cheng, when he raised his eyes again, the surroundings were already covered with black smoke, and the breath flowed, and the two breaths that came first had long since disappeared.

Xu Cheng closed his eyes and sat down, the fire dragon in the distance changed, and suddenly went straight into the nine heavens, and then fell down and turned into a long rope covered with blood-colored scales, strangled towards your head, Xu Cheng two fingers, gently buckled the rope, the rope was fixed, and the struggle continued.

The head of the rope turned into a hideous dragon head, with a mouth full of blood, it was swallowed towards him, Xu Cheng's two sword fingers, Rima turned into a palm, the whole palm, the light moved, a small water and fire bottle with a crack on it, and smashed it against the dragon head.

"Bang Bang"

Two sword qi and sword light burst out of thin air in the black smoke, with a sharp color, it looks like it has been prepared for a long time, and it is really a bit unguardable to break out at this moment.

Xu Cheng's arms and ribs were two deep wounds that could be seen in the bones, and they emerged in an instant, but one of his bottles did not hesitate at all, and when the bottle went down, the entire head of the dragon was instantly exploded, and it could no longer be solidified, but it turned into a headless dragon.

Xu Cheng covered the wound with his hand, and then took the bottle again, and smashed it at the dragon nine times in a row.

The whole place shook.

There was a low scolding sound around him, Xu Cheng ignored it, and in the sky, the dragon in the other fire cloud, looked at each other, and then drew his sword and stood up, went to the sky, slashed the dragon angrily, the sword qi was volleyed in the air, and two rays of light came out of Xu Cheng's back.

But when the dragon died, the array of eyes was lost, and without the accompanying black smoke, Xu Cheng's eyes became green, and then he looked at the two ropes he was holding and said, "Is this what you are preparing for?"

Xu Cheng's two fingers now only have white bones left, and the skin and flesh are almost leaking, that is because the scales on the dragon rope are constantly swimming on Xu Cheng's fingers like barbs, but Xu Cheng has no feeling anymore, grabbing the dragon rope, facing the three people in front of him, there is no sadness or joy.

All three of them looked hesitant.

Xu Cheng would not give them a chance to hesitate, a spiritual light appeared behind him, and then he held the dragon rope in his hand with one hand, and the sword in the other, and killed the three people in front of him

Sanskrit sounds, white clouds, dreams, heart marks, meditation, meditation, movement.

Although Shen Tu is not a member of the Buddhist family, looking at the face of Emperor Ying at this moment is also like meditation at this moment.

Live up to it.

Shen Tu knew that no one could help him, to be with a person, the only one who could help him was himself, and there was a three-inch fan between his fingers, when he entered the sect, Emperor Ying had already become the person at the top of the sect, and he could only stand in the shadows, staring blankly at this woman.

Chasing and waiting, today is the first time that Shentu is closest to Emperor Ying, so he wants to prove to the people of the world, at least to the people who come here, that he Shentu can protect a person, as for why he values this name so much, it is because Emperor Ying should be in the sect, and he should only remember one Shentu, not some messy Shentu sea, Shentu water, and Shentu wind

In the distance, wolves came from afar.

There was a handsome and cold man next to the wolf, walking slowly behind the wolf at the moment, walking in this dark place like rain, very elegant, and when he arrived at the place, he looked at Shen Tu who was carrying the coffin and said: "But Emperor Ying, how did he become such a dog?"

Shen Tu's eyes raised, he has thousands of languages, what kind of wolf, speechless, but he doesn't want this, because the most powerful words should not be here, so he used force, the deeper his anger, the calmer he is, the calmer he is, the more calm he is, the more serious the depression in the air is

The fan was pulled out of the back, Shen Tu slid towards the front, his feet rubbed on the ground, and the blood-colored lines were engraved, but the speed was extremely fast, the speed of lightning and fire, the fan blades of the fan, turned into a small sharp blade, and touched the neck of the wolf that day, the fan did not arrive, and the sharpness of the fan had already broken the illusory shadow of the wolf walking in front of him.

Ye Tianwolf, this is an extremely ordinary name, but the meaning on his body is different, stretching out his hand, two white jade fingers, pinching the rotating fan, a blue-eyed wolf appeared from behind, and then disappeared into the moonlight, yes, moonlight, when this sky wolf appeared, there was moonlight in this cave, and under the moonlight, the wolf and the moonlight were not separated from each other

Ye Tianwolf suddenly frowned, retreated to the back, and with two white jade-like fingers, he crushed the fan, and then the wolf in the moonlight also whined his tail between his legs, turned around and ran back, evacuating the moonlight like water.

Not because of anything else, just because they saw countless fans.

Shen Tu stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of moonlight and said: "Everyone in the world knows that I am cultivating the ancient painting road, and I only have three fans, but I don't know that after I condense the road, I have already cultivated the painting heart, and my heart is swimming, how many fans there are, then how many fans will there be!!"

"Are you crazy?"

Ye Tianwolf, retreat, can't retreat, hide, can't hide.

Shen Tu said: "How do you know that under what kind of circumstances a person is in, his mental power is endless?"

The wolf was silent, and said in a low voice: "Let me go, you can not blame the past." ”

A blue-eyed wolf behind him was already covered with sharp fan traces all over his body at this moment, but in the sky, it was like a fan rain, dense, there was no magic channel, no peerless magic weapon, only this slowly obliterating everything in front of him.

The angry Shen Tu is particularly terrifying

Xu Cheng was chasing three people, holding a sword and carrying a tortoise shell, he saw the bloodstained fox, the fox suddenly looked at the nineteen people in front of him and smiled charmingly, he glanced at Xu Cheng, and stopped.

The black fog and the white ghost also paused.

The dozen or so people in front of him turned out to be disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Xu Cheng stood in front of them, they were forcing Xu Cheng to leave, he suddenly tilted his head, glanced at the somewhat triumphant fox, and took out his sword, looking at these dozen core disciples of the Hehuan Sect as if they were nothing, you must know that the core of the Hehuan Sect, although the white ghost, the black fog and the watermelon that came out of nowhere, but these people are not all straw bales.

Xu Cheng took out his sword and angered them, but Xu Cheng's current speed was extremely fast in the moment when the watermelon was relaxed, and it had turned into a sword, a green jade sword, and a murderous sword.

When they saw Xu Cheng's movements clearly, the watermelon was already dead, and there was a thin sword mark on his chest, and Xu Cheng was behind the watermelon, looking at the small and delicate ears, which were very cute, and then slowly cut it off with a sword, and turned around, Xu Cheng's eyes were green and looked at the people who surrounded him: "Are your ears also beautiful?"

It was originally a joke, but at this moment, everyone's aura was wrapped tightly in an instant, Xu Cheng cut off the ear little by little under the gaze of these people, and then looked at a disciple in front of him, the disciple was also staring at Xu Cheng, he had his own wisdom, he wanted to kill Xu Cheng, if he could descend to kill Xu Cheng under such conditions, then among the three sects, there would be his fame.

He drew his sword.

Xu Cheng didn't move, the hilt of the green jade sword, upside down, from the hilt, shook, it turned into a sword blade, and then in a trance, the head fell to the ground, and the two ears also fell to the ground and made a lonely sound, like the feeling that after the stream dried up, there was only this drop of rain floating from the leaves on the other side of the mountain.

Xu Cheng turned around again and looked at the other man.

The man turned sideways, Xu Cheng silently walked to the front, walked to the white ghost and the black fog and smiled, drew his sword, the two were already seriously injured, at this moment he was not happy to use the sword, but it was decisive enough, the two retreated back, and he killed again