Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in brocade decisively used his killer move, intending to cut the two beauties into pieces. As he slashed out with a knife, the violent murderous intent instantly swept across the inn, scaring the shopkeepers who were hiding in the corner and peeping.

past.

The guards in Qingyi looked frenzy and couldn't help but cheer.

At the critical moment, the wind was heard loudly, and dozens of fingers shot at each other almost without any distinction, colliding with the blazing sword energy, desperately reducing the power of the Demon-Swallowing Soul-Chasing Sword.

It is the formless God Finger!

Shen Kong's eyes were clear and quiet, his fingers were swiftly bouncing, and he chanted the scriptures softly, and the Sanskrit sound echoed, and a fearless mood of sacrificing oneself to become a Buddha suddenly rose. How could a Buddhist disciple watch the devil commit another murder? He was wholeheartedly

To prevent the enemy from committing crimes, we will naturally enter the state of selflessness. The formless god refers to the mutual generation of nothingness and changes with the same wishes, which is the nemesis of the magic skill.

The man in brocade almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. What kind of world is this? The young monk who has not even grown all his hair is enlightened in the face of the battle? Could it be that the master is teasing himself? He is secretly urging his true energy to cut off the heavy bonds of the finger wind.

The sword energy still hit Hu Feng, Yin Lianlian.

Boom! Hissing! Slap!

The terrifying sword energy was dissolved by the Wuxiang Divine Finger for nearly half. The momentum slowed down, giving the two girls a precious opportunity to respond. They quickly avoided the frontal key points and used their own methods to block the impact of the sword energy, but were shocked to the point of being shocked.

Flying several feet away.

The man in brocade originally wanted to kill someone to establish his authority, but he was disturbed by the little monk and ended up with a loud thunder and raindrops, which was far from the expected effect. He felt that his heart and lungs were storming, and he roared and swept his head towards the gods.

After slashing two swords in one go, the thick bloody evil spirit turned into two roaring dragons - since you are ungrateful, go to hell first!

Suddenly, a sword light flashed in the air, and the head of a dragon broke and turned into nothingness in an instant.

The sword suddenly rose and the sword was closed without trace. No one could see clearly what happened at this moment except the man in brocade clothes.

The sword light had not disappeared yet, Tuoba Jian pursed his lips and strode towards him. The Bloodthirsty Demon Sword seemed to break free from the constraints of his palms. He snorted and couldn't wait to stab the demon king's throat.

The sword style of this sword is simple and clear, straightforward and without any change, but the sword speed is too fast, as if the magic sword is moving, the pure sword energy has crossed the space, and is close to you - no matter if you are the devil king, ghost king, demon king, sword

Next, I only ask about life and death, not anything else!

The cold and ruthless murderous intent, the determination to ignore all things, and the momentum that moves forward, even the man in a brocade-like manner feels palpitations.

Terrible swordsman! Terrible magic sword!

The man in brocade tilted back quickly, his palms closed, and his sword energy condensed like a substance, hitting the flying phantom of the magic sword. The sword energy clashed and slammed, and there were countless sounds in the air, as if there were countless people.

Cut the tiny swords against each other and then annihilate them.

Tuoba Jian kept taking the sole of his feet, stepped into the shock position with one step slanted, his wrist slightly closed and trembled again, and the third sword stabbed upwards, aiming at the enemy's temple, and one sword was stronger than the other!

The man in brocade recognized the power of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, especially the sword had a psychic image. Once he got caught in the sword, his soul would be affected by its erosion. He suffered a loss because he did not have a weapon to help, so he did not dare to use his flesh palm to resist it.

He forced himself to lift his anger and retreated suddenly, and he was really frustrated and wanted to die of depression.

Brush! The sword light flashed like lightning, and a strand of hair broke and fluttered.

I saw a shallow scar about an inch long on the forehead of the man in brocade clothes, and blood gushed out along one cheek, like a reptile squirming slowly, very dazzling.

The eyes of the guards in the blue-clothed clothes were as bulging as dead fish, and their chins were almost dislocated - no? The high-ranking Demon King was not only forced to retreat, but also injured? No, this is not true!

The man in brocade was both angry and glad. If Tuoba Jian had a little more predictive power and his sword energy would have shifted by two inches, half of his head would have been lifted.

Unexpectedly, Tuoba Jian did not take advantage of the victory to stab the fourth sword. He paused his feet and raised his magic sword to protect his chest. It turned out that every sword he had just stabbed out was filled with energy and energy, and even the strength to feed his breasts was used.

He was afraid that if he was holding back, he would be killed by the devil. After the three swords, the true energy in his body was exhausted, and there was a dizzy illusion in front of him. He had to pause the attack and quickly adjust his breathing and return to his strength.

The sword light suddenly condensed, and the murderous aura did not diminish.

The man in brocade wiping his forehead with his back hand. When he saw the handful of blood, he was extremely embarrassed and jumped up and shouted: "Damn bastard, I want to eat you raw!"

Before he finished speaking, a strong wind blew and the roof tiles flew and cracked again.

An unprecedented terrifying pressure enveloped the entire inn, making people almost suffocated.

Everyone raised their heads in shock, and saw a black shadow falling from the sky, like a meteorite outside the sky getting faster and faster. It was Fu Jingtao! At this moment, the night was as bright as ink, and the lightning flashed among the dark clouds, and the high speed on his head and feet were

Falling, the eyes behind the mask are as cold as ice and as strong as a knife. Their fists are set up to aim at the man in brocade on the ground, and their unyielding fighting spirit is burning like a torch.

If everyone hadn't witnessed him flying into the sky with their own eyes, they would have thought that the demon had come to the world.

A strong sign of crisis hit my heart, and the man in Jinyi, who was furious, was shocked. Could it be that this kid still hides his strength? He no longer dared to relax. His magic skills were activated, and his palms were filled with blood and red light, like two magic swords.

The slash of the sky!

Fu Jingtao's thoughts moved slightly, and the intention of destruction penetrated the fist. His arms were lit up, and a fist that destroyed the world locked onto the strong enemy below. The wind and thunder sounded muffled, and the sand and stones flew.

This is the confidence and domineeringness of despising everything and killing everything!

No matter what tricks the opponent uses, he just crushes over it!

Boom! The iron fist fell and the sword shattered one after another, hitting the clutches like a tyrant. The violent hurricane swept across all directions, and countless gravels and broken wood sprayed out of the inn, and people were on their backs and horses were overturned.

The man in brocade clothes made a tower-shaped body with his palms facing the sky, bent his knees and squatted slightly, and directed the huge anti-shock force into the earth. He immediately stepped on a pit of more than meter in radius under his feet, with cracks tightly spreading and twisting.

The eyes were facing each other, and the light crackled.

Fu Jingtao's eyes suddenly changed for some reason, showing a little ridicule and a little ridicule. The fist power was reclaimed, and suddenly it flew high again like a giant eagle.

He was actually looked down upon by a junior?! The man in brocade almost exploded with his chest, his mind fluctuated, and his eyes couldn't help but chased towards the flying figure.

At this moment, the sword flashed and a flying knife pierced into his heart.

The flying knife has a beautiful and unique shape, with a sharp blade, and it almost silently when gliding in the air, as if it was flying out of the underworld, with a bone-broken coldness, and I was intimidated.

After all, the Demon King is the Demon King, not the cat and dog on the roadside, and you can let you kill him. Only by attacking him by surprise can he give him a fatal blow. If the Demon King dies, the killing plan set up by Jiuyou Valley will collapse immediately.
Chapter completed!