Authentic Magic Gate

"What do I want to do?" Xueyi raised his hand and saw that his fingers were stained with Nvxiu's brains.

Looking at the clean fingers again, the snow-clad monk used it to point to the dragon tree and said: "Although the poor monk is not a lecher, he is only so beautiful, saying that he must not break the ring once."

Gu Jue's body trembled, and the snow monk was poisonous. As a sword cultivator, you can't lift your sword and cut your chest, and the sword heart will eventually be damaged. The four brothers were all saved by Dragon Tree, how could they stand by and watch.

It's just that his four brothers still have to protect Uncle Li, and they dare not move.

Snow-dressed monks are not allowed to deal directly with sword runestones, which can damage their brother's sword heart. The long sword shook in his hand, seeming to be angry and resentful of the master's cowardice.

Jianxiu's combat power is of course overbearing, but it is very easy to fold, and sometimes there is no retreat.

The snow-clothed monk no longer ignored Gu Jue. He looked at the dragon tree again, and an uncontrollable desire emerged in his heart. In the face of the four juniors, it's a real pleasure to destroy this flower-like nun!

The snow monk became more excited as he thought about it, and his hand at the dragon tree shivered.

"Broken ring? Master, what does that mean?" Long Shu got up slowly and turned back.

The snowman's trembling hand was stiff in front of him, and he saw the folds piled up on the dragon's extremely old face, just like a ten thousand year old bark. Her eyes were drooping, her pupils were cloudy, her eyes were yellow and white, and there were dark brown spots between her bloodshot eyes. Between the lips that can hardly be closed, the teeth are staggered, ranging from black to yellow.

He is a evil-door evildoer, not a **** and hungry man. Seeing this face, he felt as if he was stuffed with a fly into his throat, and the fly was still waving his paw desperately, and the fluff was scraped on his throat, itchy and he wanted to vomit.

Longshu's movements looked extremely slow. After she turned around, she twisted her body, her dress fluttered, and the green light around her fingertips flashed, hitting on Blood Qilin's nose.

Blood Qilin roared, jumped suddenly, his body twisted in pain, the snow monk stepped out in one step, regardless of the mount, the foot of the landing made a loud noise, the thigh muscles tightened, and a powerful force broke out in an instant, rushing to the dragon tree in one step .

In the heart of the snow monk, good people are going to kill, and those who are disgusting than me are even more dead!

The blood unicorn fell and stood up after rolling on the ground, but it had no courage to follow the master to deal with the dragon tree. The emerald green arrow folded in the air, the green light stretched and stretched, as if a silkworm was twirling in the space.

Dragon tree short spear hugged in his arms, recoiled sideways.

Jianxiu can't be forced to make a shot, this is human nature. Like yourself, can you really sacrifice for Young Master Ye? Longshu thought in his heart, but a sideways thorn was absolutely inevitable.

The two sides approached, and the snow-clad monk hit back and forth in front of the dragon tree, and honestly hit eight punches.

Three punches backward, five punches forward. Every punch is as fast as lightning, and the arm carries a residual image. The afterimage is not scattered, and all the illusory arms become real.

After the eight fists, the snow monk had eight arms. Under his snow-white monk's clothing, a purple-red blood glowed, and it was very smelly, and the man was sick.

The three fists in the back were combed, and the emerald green arrow was flicked out, twisting and falling to the ground, like an earthworm that was cut into two sections, and desperately drilled into the ground. The five punches in front were all hitting the dragon tree short spear.

The spearpoint of the dragon tree shattered, and flew out, and a blood of demon sprayed on the face of the snow monk. The snow-clad monk's laughter came to an abrupt end, and the blood of the demon burned unreasonably. This flame dissolved the skin and bones and was extremely domineering. The snow-clad monk was furious, and his eight arms slammed inward at the same time.

Bang, Bang, Bang, Puff ...

Dragon tree's body hit the sword gas barrier and slowly slid down. She saw the snow-clad monk's head deformed under her fist, her bones shattered, and the demon fire extinguished. The turbidity in her eyes was gone, like a broken piece of colorful glaze, and her pupils had turned back, and she had recovered her youthful appearance.

Lost a bit of his life and blood, and was unable to maintain his old state. This change fell on the eyes of Xue Yi, and he shouted vaguely: "You are a demon!"

The dragon tree was weak. After the feet fell to the ground, following the guidance of the small emerald green arrow, he dived directly into the earth. Her ignited vital blood, even the infant monk can be burned to death, but it is a pity to face this monk alone.

The snow-clothed monk was determined to the extreme. As long as he hesitated for a moment, he was burned to death by the dragon tree. His eight punches smashed all his skulls, which completely wiped out the demon fire. A purple-gold breath was sprayed from both of his nostrils at the same time, coiling around his head, barely maintaining it, and not letting the injury worsen.

Wait for the snow monk to gasp, Gu Jue rushed out of the protected area of ​​the sword rune stone without warning. He was tall, like a demon under the black cloud, and the blood in his eyes exploded, which was really bleeding, and turned into a red mist under the urge of sword gas.

The snow-clad monk was frightened and then angry, and he did not notice that he was affected by the dragon tree. This emotional ups and downs were too frequent.

His surprise was wrong to think that Gu Jue released the Qiqi Thunder, and then became angry because he knew that he had been deceived, and no matter how brave Xiaozhuji Jianxiu was, he could not release Jianqi Thunder. But he was fooled and frightened, so the snow-clad monk made eight fists in anger, and the first punch smashed Gu Jue's giant sword.

"You're looking for death!" Snow monk stepped on the sound of gang thunder, every punch was in the same position.

Gu Jue appeared a round through the wound between the chest and abdomen, the size of watermelon. An undetectable sword light spewed out of his mouth, hitting the snow-clothed monk's head. The two purple qi guarding the head of the Xueyi monk disappeared instantly, the sword light dissipated, and a rusty sword pill fell to the ground.

The snow monk screamed halfway, losing his purple gas support, and his face couldn't keep falling. The whole bald head is like a piece of mushroom, with a pestle on his neck.

The snow-clothed monk couldn't help but be crazy, and his eight arms grabbed Gu Jue's body while exerting force. Poor Gu Jue's body was torn by Xueyi monk. The corpse was thrown by Xueyi monk towards the sword rune stone tablet, exploded in place, and the bones were as thin as blades.

"Brother!" The three sword repairs exclaimed, their eyes split.

Xueyi was angry, his head was completely deformed, one eye barely supported his eyelids, and stared at three sword repairs. His four arms were raised, holding his own head, and Jian Wan crushed his delusion supernatural powers, and the injury was a bit too heavy.

Vented his anger and failed to destroy Wang Lieyang's sword rune stele. The monk Xueyi forbeared with resentment and turned to the crack in the cliff. Blood Unicorn finally recovered at this time, lowering his head to follow the snow-clothed monk, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

"Go and watch the waste, if they escape when I come out ..."

The snow monk didn't finish talking, then the blood unicorn turned and rushed to the sword rune stele, stopped at twenty feet, staring fiercely, staring at the three sword repairs.

The snow monk took a volume of scripture, which was written on a long roll of white cloth, and the color was bright red. He straightened his head, wrapped it up layer by layer, wrapped his head, leaving a gap between his eyes.

After was bandaged, the snow-clad monk looked up to see the Jianqi barrier on the cliff. The crack was blocked by the pale silver sword gas barrier, like a wound in the night, straight down from the sky.

The dragon tree hides underground and turns into a piece of dead wood, almost comatose. She could feel what the snow monk was about to do, but she had no power to stop it.

The Dragon Tree barely sank down, and stopped more than 400 feet from the ground.

Mr. Ye, you can only rely on yourself ......

The dragon tree fell into a deep sleep, the three Jianji Jianxiu did not dare to drop Li Zhenyi, and could only watch the snow monk throwing the beads on his neck in the sword gas barrier, and opened a passage with a diameter of a few.

The spirit of heaven and earth spun out seven feet away in front of the snow monk, and the eight arms of the snow monk took weapons and stepped into the crack. The figure of the snow-clad monk disappeared, and the three sword repairs looked sad. Long Shu saved their lives, as did Ye Ting.

Stand by with arms folded, sword heart broken.

Thirty miles away is like a walk in the court for the Dharma King. The eight Horcruxes in the hands of the snow-clad monk can be said to be unscrupulous, all made of souls of strangers. When he saw the corpse from a distance, he stopped 150 feet from the corpse.

The eyes of the snow-clothed monk showed a greedy light, it was really a beast-like breath, UU reading www.uukanshu.com uncovered.

A corpse weakened to the extreme? Moon Sword Sect is really stupid, this thing is in his hands, the value is comparable to the existence of Taoism!

A bowl in the snow monk's hand flew up, and the blood pouring from the bowl fell on the chest of the corpse demon. The golden armor seemed to not exist. The snow monk was painful and happy, and this made the Horcrux consume a lot, but the corpse demon was unable to resist, and he could slowly figure it out!

If the Horcrux is destroyed, it can be refinished. If the corpse demon misses it, it is impossible to allocate such loot to him in the position of Tennoji. Eight arms and eight Horcruxes, the snow-clothed monks sacrificed all without hesitation.

Ye Ting was relieved, and the ten-party purgatory space extracted the source of the corpse demon, which had already achieved little. The second purgatory was about to form a prototype. Suddenly a person came to attack the corpse demons, sharing most of Ye Ting's pressure. The corpse demonic was in distress, temporarily gave up attacking Ye Ting, and moved step by step to the snow monk.

Ye Ting carefully controlled the star demarcation lock, the corpse demon moved very slowly, and it took a few tens of hours to take a step. One end of the star demarcation lock enters his body, and Ye Ting itself becomes the coordinate controlling the corpse demon. Ye Ting relaxes control, and the corpse demon can now shoot the snow-clad monk.

The corpse moved forward, and the snow-clad monk was nervous. Ye Ting, who was hiding behind the corpse, was not found. Ye Ting couldn't help but release a demon eye over the corpse demon's head, and then he saw the person who helped.

This is not an individual, but an ugly monster!

The monster's head was wrapped with **** cloth strips, revealing only two narrowed eyes, like a deformed water sac. The monster has a thick upper body, eight arms, and a thin, disproportionate lower body.

Ye Ting's deepest impression of this monster is that it has a pair of greedy eyes.