Chapter 1457

But what Su Chan never expected was that the long knife was nearly three meters long. With a wave forward, she dragged garlic under her feet, stumbled and ran for a few meters, and the blade screamed and split towards the ground.

At this time, Li Yundong was discussing with Ziyuan and preparing to sit up. They were panting on the ground for a long time. One conductor and the other cooperated. Li Yundong was preparing to sit up, but he saw a white light flash and a steel knife fiercely chop at their celestial cover.

Li Yundong was shocked. He clapped his hands up and clamped the fallen steel knife with his hands.

Ziyuan didn't know what had happened because she was facing Su Chan with her back. She subconsciously looked up and suddenly took a breath of cold air. She saw a sharp steel knife hovering on her forehead. The blade was so cold that it seemed to break. Rao Shiyuan was calm and couldn't help sweating.

Li Yundong held a steel knife in his hands. It was a fear in his heart. He was sweating on his back. He raised his head and prolonged his voice angrily: "Su... Cicada!"

Su Chan held the steel knife in both hands. She heard Li Yundong shouting to herself and said with a dry smile: "sorry, miss, miss!"

Li Yun's head was as big as a fight and said frantically, "if you didn't miss it? Did I get split in half? Even if I didn't split in half, you see, you see, if this knife comes another inch, I can go to practice the sunflower Scripture, and you'll be a widow!"

Su Chan puffed her mouth and quickly threw the green dragon Yanyue knife in her hand to the ground. She rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands. She looked at Li Yundong pitifully and muttered, "I just want to help you open the rope..."

Li Yundong also threw the other side of the knife on the ground with both hands. He said silently, "you're helping, don't you know?"

Su Chan's head was getting lower and lower, and her chin almost stuck to her chest. Her face was wronged. Her lips wriggled and whispered: "it's you who asked me to help, and it's you who said I helped..."

Li Yundong laughed angrily. He stared at Su Chan and said, "forget it, go to the door and see what's going on on on the field. Don't rush in suddenly. It'll be a lot of fun!"

Su Chan gave a cry and hurriedly jumped to the door and looked out from the crack in the door.

She only saw that the practitioners on the field were fighting in a melee. Zhang Ling's hands were burning with a blazing flame. The red and gold flame was burning, but it did not burn her sleeves and hair at all. But as soon as the flame broke away from the palm of her hand, it could immediately burn the stones into mud!

Wan Zhenyuan is sitting on a lotus Dharma altar made of purple gas. The ruler in his hand has been thrown into the air and is slowly rotating on the lotus platform. It vaguely shows a pattern of Tai Chi and eight trigrams. The pattern looks weak and seems to be broken in a poke, but purple ripples are constantly distributed in the center of the eight trigrams array, spreading out layer by layer, Like an invisible wall.