Yang God

"Xiao Mu, holding the bow and guarding it at the door, if someone is close to two hundred steps, immediately kill it with a bow and arrow!" Hong Yi was sitting on the stool of the cave, closing his eyes and running the spirit, and commanding Xiao Mu at the door.

But without his command, Xiaomu's face stood solemnly at the door, and a sword was hanging around his waist. It was in the most convenient place and could be pulled out in an instant. On the other hand, he is holding a bow and arrow, and the whole person's spirit is converged into a group, and he is guarded by the guard.

Nowadays, Hong Yi has already cultivated Xiaocheng, and his soul is concise, and the Yin God is powerful. When he runs a little, he has already burst out of the shell. And when he violently jumped out of the head, there was a small gust of wind in the entire stone room.

This small smog, the dust on the ground has brought up a small whirlpool, very strange.

Xiao Mu, standing at the door, did not seem to expect the wind to blow up in the air, and he was stunned by a cleverness!

The yin wind is the Hong Yi Yin God jumping out of the body, and the invisible thoughts condense into the essence and bring up the air fluctuations. At the time of the outburst, there is a gust of wind, which is a phenomenon that is described by the Taoist people who have a proven cultivation!

After the smog was blown up, it gradually stopped, and the blood-stained steel needle suddenly slammed, and it flew spiritually, turning into a red line and flying out of the hole, going straight to the distance. The magical movements like Hong Yi have made Xiao Mu stunned.

Although I have seen the action of Hong Yi using a blood-stained needle, Xiao Mu never felt that this moment was so shocking. The yin wind starts, the blood needle moves, the red line turns, and the electricity is shot. The momentary movement completely made her feel dependent on Hong Yi.

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On the thatched road, the fighting is still going on.

Fight! A black man’s long knife slammed and slammed a warrior in front of Murong Yan! The long knives used by these black people are three fingers wide, five feet long, narrow and long, curved, blood trough, and the flicker of the water. It is a steel that has been folded and forged many times. This is the upper stream of the Dagan Chaojun. The "horizontal knife" that the martial artist is qualified to use, killing and cutting the head, opening the belly, it is called a fierce.

"Blast knife! God machine camp cold blood thirteen eagle, good, good, good!"

Murong Yan gritted her teeth, and the two warriors around her supported her, desperately ran to the mountain road, listening to the warriors after the break, one by one screaming, her heart was like a knife.

"Hey Hey!"

The last broken warrior was cut off the neck with a knife, lying on the ground with legs stretched out, eyes bulging, and before the death, he also pulled a black man's leg with his hand, trying to stop the pursuit of Murong Yan, but by this black The human leg shook and kicked it to the outside!

"Miss Murong, you can't run, you stop, let us take you to Xixi's command, as long as you are on the table, maybe you are happy, Xi Da is a happy leader, and you are dedicated to the Prince, you are flying." Waiting for Prince Edward, it’s much better than what you are in the Yunnan-Meng.

Thirteen black men suddenly surrounded Murong Yan, forming an encirclement, but they were no longer killed. The first leader, the knife, the blood, and the language, can scare the ghosts. Run away!

"The Royal Forest Army God Camp cold blood thirteen eagle, but this is not the case, if it is not for me to be rushed by you today, rely on your thirteen wastes, between my backhands, you can turn you into powder!" Murong Yan gritted his teeth The inside of the eyes shot the light of eating people. Originally, a face with good looks has now become distorted.

"Hey! When you die, you dare to say nothing! Believe it or not, I will lick your clothes now! Let your life be better than death! Your little evil law, we can’t help our brothers, our brothers are on the battlefield, the corpse The **** sea people rolled out of the middle of the meat, afraid of your magic?"

The black-eyed man in the lead took a look, and the more he smiled, the more he looked at Murong Yan, and his eyes were going to get rid of her clothes.

"Blood Eagle Big Brother, let's just enjoy this little girl. After the fine skin and tender meat, after enjoying it, cut her head down and teach the big commander. It is said to the great commander that she is stubbornly resistant and killed by us!"

The voice of a black man behind the blood eagle sounded.

This voice is dark and deep, and the toxic and unspeakable, Murong Yan’s face is pale and his forehead is slightly sweaty.

"You dare to come up to move a lady, I am changing my life!" Murong Yan, a warrior, suddenly shouted, holding an iron sword in his hand, Jianfeng had a lot of gaps, but his body was not injured, showing Exquisite martial arts.

At this time, Murong Yan had only two warriors around him. In the face of thirteen **** ghosts, there was no fear, and there was only a strong sense of death in the eyes.

"Amon, Akin, you kill me! Start with some, cut me into a few, don't let these **** ruin my body!" Murong Yan suddenly said to the two warriors around.

"Miss!"

The two warriors sang together.

"Hey, Miss Murong, even if you are dead, we have to enjoy it. Our brothers don't care about dead bodies and dead bodies. I heard that Miss Murong, your cultivation of the Xuantian Pavilion, can give you a yin, then you are dead. After that, we can see that our brothers enjoy your body well, and that taste is really delicious."

Another black man laughed with a sinister smile.

Hey!

Murong Yan spurted out a bit of blood, and his face became paler and paler.

"Get started!"

The leading blood eagle waved the knife and issued an order.

"what is that?"

Just at this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Suddenly, a red line flew from the horizon, and it was like a spring swallow. In the thunder of lightning, I pierced the heads of three black people!

The hard skull of man, in front of this red line, is as fragile as tofu! The moment the red line passes, there is no resistance at all!

"This is a flying needle assassination!"

The blood eagle screamed, and suddenly a knife was swept, and the smashing out of the knife, the knife took the arc, and actually blocked the route of the needle, with the knife face, blocking the needle tip! This hand effort immediately showed his superb knife.

Unfortunately, this is not an ordinary needle. Ordinary needles, even those with ice cracks, can't penetrate the blade of the horizontal knife. It must be stuck in the middle, but this is blood-stained steel!

The needle tip is still wearing the tofu, wearing the past, through his leather armor, shot through his heart!

Cold blood thirteen eagle, four dead in an instant!

"These martial arts are strong and strong. I am one-on-one with martial arts. One can't beat it, but now it's a way of doing it. How are they my opponents? Especially, they don't reach the innate realm, if they enter the innate realm When the boxing knife moves, the birds are difficult to fly, but they are ready to grasp the trajectory of the needle and make effective interception. Then I am even sharp and flexible, but also suffer losses!"

Hung Yi succeeded in this moment, urging the blood-stitched needles, flew up and down, these black people, there is no match, and three killed by the birth!

Kill between seven breaths! Seven masters who have experienced battles!

The power of the Taoist drive is completely revealed!