The murderous aura on the little fox's body became stronger and stronger, reflecting the lonely sunset. With that cold question, people felt cold from the toes to the heart.
Who should be buried in Baiyun Mountain?
The little fox's eyes narrowed slightly to cover up the bloodthirsty cold light inside, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, so dangerous that no one dared to look closely.
The coldness of those eyes did not show any trace of panic due to the stares from the hundreds of people in black from the Bloodthirsty Palace in the outer circle. Those sharp beautiful eyes swept slowly, as if they were looking at a bunch of dead people...
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Things are a little tricky. No one expected that this young man in white would be the closed disciple of old man Wushuang, and the 'Mr. Biyue' standing not far away with an indifferent expression.
The howling wind lifted up the jet-black hair, adding a touch of cold charm before night fell...
Yan Jinghong took a step forward, and a layer of silver light was reflected from the silver mask, "His life was sacrificed for more than thirty lives of my Bloodthirsty Palace. It seems a little unworthy!"
As soon as Yan Jinghong finished speaking, Xiaohu's eyes narrowed hard, "Yan Jinghong, are you sure you won't let me go?"
Xiao Hu's voice was as cold as the cold snow of the twelfth lunar month, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more condensed.
"Haha...!" Yan Jinghong lowered his head and smiled, as gracefully as a cloud in the sky. His eyes swept across Qing Yi's pale and bloody face, and he took a step forward, "How about I trade him for the red gauze on your hair?"
ah……
Yan Jinghong's words successfully focused everyone's attention on the little fox's hair. The red gauze was bright, with a sadistic and murderous color, indicating the little fox's desire to kill at this time.
Little Fox raised his eyebrows, as if he was extremely amused by the question raised by Yan Jinghong. Colorful Lingsha recognized its owner, and it was a treasure in Little Fox's hands. If it were given to Yan Jinghong now, it would be worthless...
"You want 'Ling'?"
Xiaohu's voice had a strange tone, and the sound of 'Ling' was like a bomb dropped on the ground...
In an instant, there was a sound of gasping...
Oh my god, the ‘Ling’ that tops the list of magical weapons and is supported by the most mysterious force has appeared. Oh my god...
In front of me, everyone who saw it had their eyes shining, staring closely at the red gauze floating in the sunset...
Beauty, seductive beauty, bloodthirsty beauty...
Xiaohu glanced at Yan Jinghong, who was narrowing his eyes uncontrollably, and Qing Yi, who was holding on, and snorted coldly, then yelled violently, "Do it!"
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Damn, monster, little pervert...
She did it just as she said... first distract everyone, and then do it unexpectedly, it would be too insidious... Everyone is still in the shock of seeing that 'Ling'...
With that violent roar, Yan Jinghong narrowed his eyes, and the purple blood sword on his waist shot cold light, suddenly exposed to everyone's eyes...
"Oh my god, the Purple Blood Sword is the Purple Blood Sword!"
The Bloodthirsty Palace is really powerful. The fourth and fifth ranked weapons on the list of divine weapons are in their hands. Their eyes are red when they see it. The leader of the Ghost Sect is also very powerful. Even the top ranked caltrops fall into her hands.
At this time, there is no need for people to doubt whether this is really 'Ling'. It has basically been confirmed. In this way, it is reasonable to say that it is protected by a mythical beast...
Damn, it's so perverted, so fatal... Ling...
Yan Jinghong was angry in his heart. Is this 'Ghost Sect Master', still called Mu Xiaohu, an abnormal type of thinker? A violent person, who can do whatever he wants to do, or catch someone unawares...
However, Xiaohu didn't reveal his weapon at all. As soon as the figure retreated, Ye Xi came to her left side with a quick step...
Everyone felt a flash of green light in front of their eyes, and the young man in black who had been standing quietly rose into the air instantly. His mask cracked, and a cold but extremely handsome face appeared in front of everyone's eyes...
But this is not the point. The point is in his hand...a short Xiaoxiao that is crystal clear and glows with a faint green light...
"Woo...! Ming..."
The sound of the flute sounded instantly, and the innocent souls, carrying the evil ghosts from hell seeking their lives, whined and remembered...
The head seems to be split in an instant. People with higher internal strength can barely hold on, while those with lower martial arts just lie on the ground and roll...
"Ah...it hurts!"
"Oh my god, help...!"
The wailing sound resounded in the empty mountains, and the 'Soul-eating Spectrum' Ye Xi only exerted three levels...deterrence!
In an instant, the sound of "swishing" sounded, the terrifying ghostly howling had stopped, and oncoming were countless invisible sharp blades, attacking the men in black on the periphery in various tricky corners...
In the inner circle, those who had just been shocked and whose heads ached, stood up from the ground with twitching lips, terrified by the strange flute sound just now, such a strong mental attack, while in the outer circle, those who were so cold-hearted
The unpopular man in black instantly jumped up, waving the sword in his hand, dodging the invisible sound blade, attacking from all directions and various angles. If he was not careful, he would get a long gash on his body...
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The soul-eating spectrum that does not include mental attacks is the Xiaozhiblade with the most practical attacks...strong, so strong...
Outside the encirclement, there was chaos...
The sound of the flute was thick with the sound of drums, and the sound was full of murderous intent. People found that the young man's face was tense, his eyes were blood red, and he was filled with hatred...
"Qing Yuexiao...!"
This exclamation was made by Shen Lianshuang. One of her eyes was fixed on the green touch on Ye Xi's lips. Such a powerful attack power was not 'Qing Yuexiao'...
Oh my god, is the world going to change color...
Today's experience is definitely more exciting than every day of your life...
They all appeared in the same place, Baiyun Mountain Peak, and there was also a mythical beast...
Ahhhh...
"Bang!" Shen Lianshuang flew up, swung her long whip, and directly attacked Ye Xi's face. Ye Xi snorted coldly, and with a turn of the flute, all the sharp blades directly met Shen Lianshuang's long whip, creating a wall of white air.
Formed between the two of them, the wind was strong and the hair was flying...
Just listen to a "bump", the air wall shatters, sand and rocks fly...
Both Poison Whip and ‘Qing Yue Xiao’ are suitable for long-range attacks. One of their strengths lies in the fact that the whip hits a person’s body, ripping open the skin and cutting into the heart, while Qing Yue Xiao’s terrifying mental attack and the physical attack of Xiao Zhi’s Sound Blade...
And Xiaohu already knew it in his heart. The moment he handed the Soul-Eating Book and Qing Yuexiao into Ye Xi's hands, Ye Xi's road to becoming stronger began step by step...
Poison? Poison whip...
As if he suddenly thought of something, Xiaohu's eyes turned cold and he instantly looked at Qing Yi who was being restrained. Sure enough, he saw the gray color on Qing Yi's lips besides being pale...
Xiao Hu was startled, and then said, "Ye Xi is back!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiaohu finished speaking, a scorching flame suddenly fell from the sky...
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