But it didn’t take long for him to look a little frowns, stand up and listen carefully.
He seemed to hear a familiar sound during the fight.
After a little hesitation, Su Mo changed direction and ran away toward the southwest battlefield.
……
Poof!
A big head was cut with a knife, and blood flowed like a spring.
A seven-pulse building foundation is encouraging spiritual power to control a long and narrow spiritual knife. The four monks fought fiercely together.
There are several bodies lying on the ground, and the blood is still lingering. It’s not long since the fall.
Next to this battlefield, there is a girl who is pretty and smiling in her eyes wearing a pink skirt and veiled, clapping her hands and saying, "Taoist friends are so powerful that another bad guy has died!" "
"Girl, you can rest assured that Ding Hongxuan will protect you!"
Battlefield that one enemy 47 pulse preconditions turned his head and shouted at the pink skirt girl.
"Ding Hongxuan are you crazy!"
A man opposite shouted, "That’s a witch behind you. Don’t be tempted by her and lose yourself!"
"Brother Ding, we must fight. It’s not too late to stop this peerless creature and enjoy it!" Another monk stopped Ding Hongxuan ling Dao and said breathlessly
"Needless to say, she has been completely lost her mind by the witch charm. Don’t hesitate to give me a dead hand!" One of the four older monks sank and said
Hearing these words, the four people are also malicious characters, and they are extremely decisive in killing Ding Hongxuan on the spot!
The elder monk turned around and walked towards the girl in pink skirt, and said with an undisguised lewd smile, "Don’t worry, witch, I will take good care of you when it falls into my hands!"
The girl in pink skirt doesn’t retreat in the delicate and touching eyes, and she turns tender as water, and passes over the faces of four people and says tearfully, "But there is one person in the nu house, and you have four …"
"Really?"
The elder monk looked cold and said, "Then I will kill them all!"
The elder monk was about to turn around and poof his chest when he suddenly revealed a swinging sword tip with blood dripping from it.
In an instant, the color in the elder brother’s face faded, but it was too late to recover in his eyes.
"Brother Liu, you still want to eat alone!"
Behind the elder monk, a young monk holds a sword and his eyes are full of crazy faces. "This woman is mine. Don’t rob me!" "
"Crazy! You are crazy!"
Another monk stared at his eyes and said coldly, "You have ignored the love of a woman! In this case, I will clean the door today! "
When! When! When!
Poof! Poof!
The remaining three monks have lost themselves in a scuffle.
Soon they fell in a pool of blood until they died, but they could not come.
One person left had a nervous breakdown and committed suicide on the spot.
In a blink of an eye, four monks have fallen!
And the pink skirt girl didn’t even move her fingers, and she looked on coldly from beginning to end with a faint mockery in her eyes.
This is the real bloodless blade!
"Amitabha"
A Buddha’s name comes not far away.
"patroness, your heart is so vicious that sooner or later you will fall into ten levels of hell and suffer the consequences. If you put a butcher knife to convert to my Buddha now, there may be a glimmer of hope!"
Chapter four hundred and thirty-three Life hangs by a thread
Hearing the sound, the girl in pink skirt frowned and looked around.
Not far away, I saw a huge monster beast with a height of tens of feet walking slowly. The face of the tiger and the claws were sharp, and Kyubi no Youko’s eyes were fierce and he smelled of terror and cruelty!
"Huh?"
The pink skirt girl veil covers her face and slightly changes color. The lips gently open and spit out two words "Lu Wu!"
Lu Wu pure blood fierce beast looks like a tiger, with fierce temperament and great strength.
Behind Lu Wu, Kyubi no Youko hung a series of bloody bodies, and the blood was filled with terror and infiltration.
Some of them have been dried for a long time, but they still stink.
Some blood is still dripping and falling to the ground.
Kyubi no Youko’s body is decorated with about a thousand people, obviously from different clan forces.
Lu Wu shakes Kyubi no Youko. Thousands of bodies shake in the middle, giving off a strong smell of carrion. It’s disgusting!
The pink skirt girl’s eyes welled up in the depths of a bit of disgust, which passed.
In the ancient battlefield, even pure blood fierce beasts dare not condense Dan’s nature, and it is impossible to spit people out.
Someone else spoke just now!
At the top of Lu Wu’s head sat a figure, bald and barefoot, dressed in a golden robe, and blazing with anger’s face shone brightly.