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"Oh? Is this the super master you're talking about?"

An uncle with a sword on his back rushed over, casually threw a ferocious head to Mo Buyu.

Mo Buyu held the dead head in his arms in a daze, as if he didn't quite believe it, rubbed his eyes, and carefully identified it over and over again, hoping that he had made a mistake...

how is this possible! ! ! !

He is a half-step Royal Dao-level Master Ah Mo! He also has a 梼杌 sword!

How could it be impossible to beat a Huamanlou? ! !

Could it be that Huamanlou is a land fairy?

Thinking of this, the three of them instantly became ashen-faced, and they all sat on the ground slumped, as if they wanted to kill or cut into pieces.

Now that the situation on my side is gone, the Lingnan Dynasty has obviously arranged for a backup, and it is estimated that the other brothers are also in danger...

For Baixi Temple, no matter how big their family is, the loss this time is unbearable. The most important thing is that the three of them don't know where the Wuwu Sword is now...

"Three? Do you choose to die now, or go back with me?"

Follow Hua ManLou back?

Is that a good deal?

But if you don't go back, you have to die now...

No one who has reached this level is willing to risk his life, and everything else can be discussed later. If life is gone, nothing will be lost.

But if he goes back, he will definitely be tortured by Lingnan to extract a confession. Even if he can really return to Baixi Temple alive, what will the leader think?

Just when the three of them are now in a dilemma and don't know how to decide

"Huamanlou! I think you're trying to fart!"

A weak female figure gradually appeared in the field from imaginary to real.

What followed was a huge sense of oppression, and the aura of a king who was above ten thousand people was even worse than the half-baked Wang Teng.

"Hand over the 梼杌, and I'll let you go, or you'll all die here today."

threaten?

If all the players in the field heard correctly, this delicate woman's tone is threatening...

What's the background? How dare he threaten seven Lingnan masters at the same time...

Among them are Zhang Wuji, who is half a step away from the royal way, Tang Hao, who dares to exchange one with the immortal, not to mention Huamanlou who doesn't know the depth...

"Annie Buddha..."

Following the sound of the Buddha's name, the Shaolin floor sweeping monk brought the little monk Mo Wen over.

"Amitabha, Master Baixi, please don't mistake yourself, you should not be able to take these three people away today!"

search dead...

It turns out that this soft and weak girl in front of me is actually the leader of Baixi Temple!

No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, you can't judge people by their appearances.

Xiao Yu, who had been binge eating cakes by the side, suddenly stopped at this moment, looking at the leader of Baixi Temple curiously, knowing that she has never been interested in fighting.

Ok?

Master Baixi seemed to have sensed something, looked back at Mu Xiaoyu, and nodded meaningfully.

Hua Beichen also saw the small movements of the leader of Baixi, and couldn't help snorting:

"Master Wu, look at other people, they are also pure-hearted, why do you do all kinds of bad things..."

"I have done all the bad things? It's a big joke! Future generations will judge who is right and what is wrong, and it's not up to you, a little flower man, to tell me what to do! Give me the 梼杌, and I will spare you today!"

Different road non-phase plan!

Shaolin Sandu has already formed the vajra subduing demon circle. He said that even if the Buddha came today, he would have to peel off his skin, he would have to peel off his skin!

Zhang Wuji turned into a little sun again, soaring into the sky, staring at Master Baixi indifferently.

Zhou Zhiruo held the Yitian sword in her right hand, closed and opened her eyes, and had already entered the state of the unity of human and sword.

Tang Hao squeezed his right hand out of thin air, and an invisible gun was about to burst out from his hand.

The floor-sweeping monk sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the scriptures. Waves of invisible fluctuations radiated out, making Lingnan's master's momentum even higher...

"Oh, just because you stinky fish and rotten shrimps are worthy of my attack? Letting Wang Teng and that Zhang Sanfeng get out is about the same as me doing two tricks."

"clang"

Surprisingly, Yitian was out of the sheath!

A beautiful sword light rippled out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The ancient sword is cold and gloomy, and it has been forged for thousands of years.

The white light embraces the sun and the moon, and the purple air moves the bullfight.

The ancients are sincere and do not deceive me!