To be honest, I really admire Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe’s mentality.

When is it time? They still have the heart to fight.

On the other hand, Lingxi and I never stopped looking at the third uncle.

The four clones transformed by the short old man were shattered by the storm of the three-brow eyes, and they were almost completely smashed without any chance of getting close.

Its original body hides again, without a trace.

The third uncle stopped with his sword and said sternly: "When can you hide when you are connected to the fortune of the Three Mountains?"

"I really think I can't find you?"

"It is hard to find the naked eye. The sword spirit has the intention. You are a spirit body, and the sword spirit is also a spirit body."

"If you want to play, so what if I play with you for a while."

“Buzz.”

The Taixuan Sword was thrown into the air by the third uncle, and he pinched his hands and calmed down.

After only four or five breaths, the Taixuan Sword pierced into a big tree on the right side of the mountain.

The figure of the short old man rushed out in a mess in the sky.

"Good come." San Bo let out a long roar, and eighteen black chess pieces flew out of his sleeves.

When it landed on the ground, it turned into eighteen small black flags.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle San ripped a small bunch of hair from his head and threw it on top of each small black flag.

It's strange that the hair has no weight at all, and it floats on the top of the small flag and is tightly wrapped like a root.

"Feng Ling."

The third uncle spanned his right leg and the yellow talisman in his palm was bounced into the center of the eighteen small flags.

The hair began to burn, and the flames were absorbed by the rotating flag.

The short old man who was about to land was about to land, saw that the situation was wrong and twisted his head and fled towards the waterfall.

"Taixuan Sword." San Bo pulled his right hand and the sword intention cut across the waterfall.

The short old man was forcibly blocked his direction and had to retreat.

At this moment, eighteen small black flags rose into the air, and tens of thousands of black silk threads emerged from them.

"Sleepy."

The third uncles faced the sky with his palms and quickly closed them.

The countless silk threads wrapped around the short old man, endless, and the thicker heavier he was.

With the actions of the third uncle, eighteen small flags were bound to the short old man, and the fire was surging.

"The small spiritual sealing formation also wants to trap me?" The short old man had a hideous face, and the black scales covering his body suddenly flipped up.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

The black line was cut by sharp scales, but soon, a new black line was added to the small flag.

The cycle continues and the birth is endless.

The third uncle sneered: "The spirit sealing formation will naturally not be enough to capture you, and I have no hope of defeating you with the formation."

"But as long as the spirit sealing array can hold you back for a moment, you will have no way to die."

"Once your luck is exhausted, all your reliance will be wiped out."

"Don't think about it." The short old man's narrow eyes were almost cracked, and his body expanded, trying to escape as quickly as possible.

The third uncle stopped talking nonsense, and took advantage of the short old man's temporary trapping, and stabbed in with a sword holding the Taixuan Sword.

"bite."
Chapter completed!