dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Yan Bihua couldn't be polite anymore, and used his eyes to prevent Baye Chang from wanting to show his body and carry him on his back.

Sitting cross-legged in the air, the Mengqin was also suspended in front of him.

Gently pluck the strings, and the sound of gold and iron horses rippling everywhere.

Hua Jiunan sang softly to the sound of the piano.

"Even if there is a dragon rising to the sea, it is difficult to sacrifice to Wutai with pride. The evil slaves will bark at Yao and Shun, and all the people will sigh in unison..."

Every time he sang a poem, a sword flew out from behind him and slashed at King Fudong.

The magnificent Chaoyang Sword with Shenguang, the tender Biqin Sword around the fingers... When the last two sentences were spoken, Nanlu Sword and Yan Ning Sword flew together.

Hua Jiunan privately thought that if the two swords were slashed together, it should be considered a move, right?

With the status of a senior like Fu Dong Tianwang, I shouldn't mind it... probably won't mind...

The current Fudong Tianwang didn't have time to protest even if he wanted to mind.

From the moment the piano sounded, he had already realized that it was broken!

Are you being careless? !

The sound of the gold and iron horse actually seemed to be real, and he was firmly surrounded by it.

Not only myself, but also Multi-eyed boy.

Under the "surrounding" of the sound of the piano, the thousand-year-old wraith doesn't even have the ability to "parry", and is being kicked in a circle by the little baldheads.

He was even crushed back and forth by crab chariots.

When Fudong Tianwang wanted to help, Shenguang's mighty Chaoyang Sword had already arrived.

Feeling the scorching burning sensation, Fudong Tianwang became more sure that he underestimated the enemy.

The kid surnamed Hua in front of him is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

Not daring to be careless, he hurriedly took off a piece of armor on his shoulder and threw it, turning into a thick black mist to block the mighty rising sun.

However, before Fudong Tianwang could catch his breath, Biqin sword came to kill him again.

Biqin is leisurely, as soft as wrapping around your fingers.

After deftly bypassing the black mist, he was already less than one meter away from the little black face of Fudong Tianwang.

Fudong Tianwang immediately opened his mouth without hesitation, and spurted out a bright red bead.

This is exactly his "divine core", which is similar to the existence of the divine fire on Hua Jiunan's head.

It's just a low-end version...

Seeing that the God Nucleus held out the Biqin Sword, Fudong Tianwang finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Nan Lu and Yan Ning's swords flying towards him.

The southern dew is like fog, and the condensed smoke is like water.

Under the blend of water and mist, they are almost indistinguishable from each other.

Although "gentle" is everywhere, there is also boundless murderous intent everywhere.

The big thing is not good!

At this time, King Fudong has fully confirmed that the boy in front of him is a rising star, and he is clearly an "immortal" like himself!

And judging by the sword intent full of vicissitudes, it is even older than myself!

"Despicable step!"

Helping Dong Tianwang yelled at him while wielding a large iron stick in a hurry.

The phantom of the big stick was almost connected together, blocking him in all directions.

However, is the "water mist" so easy to block?

Amid the crackling rain hitting the plantains, the armor on Fudong Tianwang's body seemed to be corroded by strong acid-a little bit withered and peeled off.

Not only the armor, but the pony under him even fell to the ground with a whine.

It disappeared in an instant.

"Moisturizing things" is silent...

Just when Fudong Tianwang was about to go crazy, Hua Jiunan's "three tricks" finally ended and he stood up.

After listening to Mengqin and Bajian, he clasped his fists and saluted Fudong Tianwang.

"Senior is indeed a master of Taoism, junior three strikes can't hurt you at all."

Hearing Hua Jiunan's words, Fudong Tianwang almost laughed angrily.

Didn't hurt me a bit?Isn't this pointing at the monk and scolding the bald man? !

Not to mention that the war horse was killed by you, the armor on this king's body has also been corroded.

Now there is only a green loincloth left on the whole body!

In fact, it was difficult for Hua Jiu to finish, and he himself realized that something was wrong.

Fudong Tianwang, who ran naked to the extreme, is now a black boy with a bare buttocks and a sad and angry face.

That way, he looked very much like a Tu Xingsun whose clothes were stripped, tied up and thrown on the ground.

It's just that his Tu Xingsun is much whiter than him...

"Cough cough!"

Hua Jiunan hurriedly coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and at the same time spoke again.

"Heavenly King can change his clothes first, and we will fight to the death later."

Xianghuo Shen changes clothes, unlike us ordinary people who really change clothes.

You only need to condense the power of the incense again, and condense one more on the body surface.

It's just that the "quality" of the newly condensed armor is far inferior to the original armor that has been refined for thousands of years...