Chapter 4611

The bloody light in the two pupils flashed, and Luo Yunxiao's eyes showed a chill. A cloud of [Ming Yin Sheng Yan] sprang up abruptly. Boom! The flame collided with the machete. The machete was repulsed by the heat wave, and all the blood on Jingyuan's face faded away, and his body was about to fall. But it's like he doesn't feel the pain or the threat of death. Swallow the fishy sweetness in the mouth, the body shape suddenly rises, once again attacked luoyunxiao. And the eyes of kindness are swept by the Mu Yan who is closely protected by Luo Yun. It is said that Su Ti, who has been robbed by the world of mortals, has no heart, no love and no desire, and hates everything in the world. Luo Yunxiao can merge with the half soul of extermination. He will be more ruthless than the ordinary mortal body. But in front of him, he was protecting Jun Muyan. If the devil of extermination has something to protect, it means that the invincible devil has a fatal weakness. How interesting! Kindness's mouth slowly evokes a cold smile. His hands were sealed again, but this time he did not attack Luo Yunxiao. It's about targeting Moyan. Sure enough, the next moment, CI en saw Luo Yunxiao in front of Mu Yan. This time, the spell cage did not burn down, but fell on him. Rao is strong with Luo Yunxiao, and at this moment he can't hold on to spit out a mouthful of blood. And Jingyuan's XueYue machete, once again, cuts to Luo Yunxiao's head“ Little martial uncle Muyan turns into Qijue sword. As soon as his figure flashes, he will rush up to block Jingyuan's attack. But her movements suddenly stopped in the same place, her eyes slightly widened. The fire of red lotus blooms in the ruined palace. A flame in the air blooms the posture of a bird. The red flame of the long knife cut in the air, at the critical moment, blocked the Jingyuan curved knife. Red lotus soul snatching sword! Wushang flame formula! It was just an attack by a Xuanxian swordsman. But such a small attack was too heavy for him to resist. Jingyuan's body trembled violently, as if there was something in his eyes, which broke and overflowed. I can hardly hold the machete in my hand. He raised his blood red eyes and looked at the slowly falling figure in front of him. Hoarse voice overflowed from lips and teeth: "feather... Foam..." cold feather foam! Fourth elder martial sister Leng Yumo appeared at such a moment. Muyan's heart relaxed, his knees softened, and he almost fell down. She had just been rescued from her body, and she had exhausted all the immortal power in her body. Now she has the only divine power left, and she wants to keep it... Muyan looks coldly at the master tzu'en in front of her and flicks the strings with her fingertips. The gentle music in the hall is so hidden and quiet that few people notice it Leng Yumo's eyes are red. These days, she shuttles around the wasteland day and night, looking for the little monk's whereabouts. I don't know how many days I haven't had a good sleep. But even if he was haggard, it was far less than the net distance in front of him. Leng Yumo looks at the crazy, skinny man, who almost can't recognize that he is his own little monk“ Little monk, do you want to kill my little martial uncle The red lotus soul grabbing sword in Leng Yumo's hand hung down and said in a soft voice, "to avenge your master and elder martial brother?" Jingyuan lowered her eyebrows and did not speak. The machete has disappeared, and now his cassock is in tatters. His body was covered with Xueji, and the blood moon between his forehead was looming.