Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The real Suzaku, is coming!

"Hey..."

Suzaku screamed and caught up with the Firebird Phoenix, flying together in the night sky, like two J-10 fighters, both shoulders, gliding in the air, diving, turning...

A suzaku, a phoenix.

A newly born rebirth, an enlightened enlightenment, are all Firebirds, and they have just realized the true meaning of flying. With their own comprehension, they will tell each other their feelings in this competition and competition. For them, it is the most Good communication and confirmation.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

The two birds yelled at each other and made two long arcs under the night, flying out of everyone's sight.

"It's so beautiful!" Sun Yingyue sighed and suddenly thought of something. His face turned black immediately. He turned to look at Wu Jiawei on the side. He said, "Is my husband running with someone, still... is it a man?"

Hey!

Ye Shaoyang ran into an invisible instinct. He only felt that there was a blank in his head. The man flew out and fell into a piece of sand.

Here is the desert, endless, nothing, this is the world created by Xingyue slaves, specially brought Ye Shaoyang to the desert here, suitable for duel.

The twelve disciples of the Valley of the Winds were all rolled in, and when they were outside, they were fighting very fiercely. The twelve disciples of the Valley of the Wind were killed one by one, leaving only one ancient evil spirit, which was killed not long ago.

Facing the strongest of the zodiac slaves, Ye Shaoyang felt the gap.

He forgot that he was knocked over to the ground on the first few times. Fortunately, it was sand, and it didn't hurt if he fell.

Xingyue slave did not seem to be anxious to kill, with a smile on his face, slowly coming over, watching him climb from the ground, slowly swallowing: "Ye Shaoyang, know why I didn't kill you right away?"

Ye Shaoyang spit on the ground with a spit of blood, ignored her.

Xingyue slave looked at his wolverine appearance, and his mouth smiled with a cruel smile. "Because this is my world, no one will come in. Therefore, no one will save you. I want you to feel death." Fear, because you are too annoying, a sword kills you, it is cheaper for you."

Ye Shaoyang looked at her with a squint and said, "I fear?"

Xingyue slaves held Xuanyuanjian and flew up. Ye Shaoyang had to pick up the seven-star Longquan sword to resist it. One round came down and was once again shaken to the ground.

What a special thing!

Ye Shaoyang gasped and thought. Saying that the moon and the slaves are not tormenting themselves, but pulling themselves to the place where the bird is not pulling, there is only sand in the air, nothing can be used, no place to hide, and his greatest specialty, It is the use of the environment, everything that can be used around, but now there is no one around.

I want to come to this 80% is the Xingyue slave deliberately arranged.

"Get up," Xingyue slave came over again and smiled. "You are not killing me, killing me, and avenging Daoyuan and Zhang Wusheng."

Ye Shaoyang sat on the ground with one hand on his chest and said, "I don't fight, kill me."

Xingyue slave expression did not change, put Xuanyuan sword on his chest, slide up a little, touched the chin, Ye Shaoyang had to lift his chin.

"Where is Shan Haiyin?"

"I know that you are for it, give you a mountain seal, can you let me go?"

"No."

Such a frank answer, let Ye Shaoyang a little surprised.

"But it can make you suffer less before you die."

Finished, a long sword, stabbed into his shoulder, blood spurted out, a **** fog on the sword front.

"Sure enough, it is a congenital spirit." Xingyue slaves felt up and thought of something. "I ask you, the so-called salvation four sons, who is the son of the heavenly election, who is the reincarnation ghost child?"

"You should ask Mu Han about this problem." Ye Shaoyang rubbed his wound and rubbed his teeth.

"That kid." Xingyue slave snorted, "However, you are definitely not the son of the election."

She sneered a sigh: "Because you are dying, the dead have no identity."

Ye Shaoyang took the time to adjust his interest, so he stopped the blood.

"Shan Haiyin?" Xingyue slave asked, the sword edge swayed, and he also made a hole on his right shoulder.

Ye Shaoyang fell to the ground again.

Now, he is simply the meat on the cutting board, and there is no chance of rebellion.

Looking at his wolverine appearance, Xingyue slave shook his head and sighed: "Ye Shaoyang, you are a dragon and a phoenix. If you don't break my good times repeatedly, I would like to accept you as an apprentice. Your upper limit is higher than them. ""

"I don't want you Master." Ye Shaoyang said coldly. "You don't smash it here. You have the ability to kill me!"

"I have time. I ask you again, it will hurt you once. I see when you can hold it, Shanhaiyin?"

After that, it was a sword stabbing his thigh.

Ye Shaoyang quickly sealed the veins to stop bleeding, and the teeth trembled.

"Shan Haiyin?" Xingyue slaves no longer talk nonsense, lifting the sword to his stomach, and Ye Shaoyang turned over and hid, saying: "Wait a minute!"

"I remembered?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at him with hatred, and he was unwilling to look at him with hesitation. He said: "Things are for you, you still want to kill me. Do you think I will give it to you?"

Xingyue slave flashed and said: "Well, I won't kill you."

"It’s just a promise. It’s time for you to give it to you. If you do it again, I have any way. According to your usual style, I can’t believe you.”

Xingyue slave roared: "What are you going to do?"

Ye Shaoyang was lying on the beach, thinking while looking up and down her, her eyes suddenly fell on the Xuanyuan sword in her hand, saying: "You give Xuanyuan sword to me!"

"Ha ha ha..."

Xingyue slaves laughed wildly. "Ye Shaoyang, are you not crazy, want to use Shanhaiyin to change my treasure of Xuanyuanshan Town?"

"Xuanyuan sword is no better, for you, it is just a icing on the cake, the role of Shanhaiyin, I don't say you know."

Xingyue slaves just want to open their mouths and refute, Ye Shaoyang waved. "I have a seven-star dragon spring sword. It is useless to ask you this Xuanyuan sword. It is a token. You have no it. If you really want to kill me, I have a chance to escape. ""

"it is good!"

Xingyue slave thought for a while, throwing the Xuanyuan sword toward his head, Ye Shaoyang rushed to dodge, Xuanyuan sword inserted into the sand.

"It’s almost a ghost!"

Ye Shaoyang glanced at her and pulled Xuanyuanjian down and looked at it carefully.

"This is the legendary Xuanyuan sword..."

"Shan Haiyin!" Xingyuenu urged.

Ye Shaoyang took out the mountain seal from her backpack and threw it to her.

Xingyue slaves trembled and reached for the hand.