Celestial Master [entertainment circle]

Surrounding in all directions, a killing formation is slowly taking shape.

"drink!"

It's just that the ancestor of Heishan also used silk thread tricks.

Just when the red line killing array was only one step away from completion, a sinister smile flashed in the eyes of the Black Mountain Lord, and he struck out a black palm.

Luo Shifang's fist collided with the opponent's black palm abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, the Black Mountain Lord himself was split into two and struck from the side and rear.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were three muffled sounds in succession.

Luo Shifang flew upside down like a broken doll, and there was a palm print depression on his chest.

"Well……"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, fell powerlessly to the ground, supported his arms, and the aura of the red thread dimmed instantly.

The Lord of Heishan slapped Luo Shifang on the forehead, obviously wanting to take the opportunity to kill him.

During the battle, the Lord of Montenegro knew that this son was too powerful and talented. If he continued to fight and his spiritual power was exhausted to a certain extent, the opponent, as a physical trainer, would turn defeat into victory!

Such a powerful threat, rather than keeping it all the time, it is better to kill it first, and keep the whole body well, and Lord Yaolong will not dislike it by then!

In Luo Shifang's field of vision, the Black Mountain Lord's skinny black claws clawed at his face.

The red thread in his hand suddenly shone brightly, like a red dragon intending to wrap around the foot of the Mountain Lord of Black Mountain.

——Just a little bit, just a little bit!

Suddenly, the Mountain Master of Montenegro glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a man in a black cloak and mask in the distance.

The opponent waved his hands, and the trajectory of the air flow changed accordingly.

Missing an inch is a thousand miles away!

The sinister and cruel smile of the Mountain Lord of Montenegro still lingered on his face, and after a short period of stagnation, his figure was tightly entangled by the red thread.

"Whoosh-"

Luo Shifang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression became a bit cruel and ferocious due to the force.

A fist with Xingyue's spiritual power hovering like a shooting star, in turn smashed into the Heavenly Spirit Cap of the Lord of Montenegro!