The three hunting killers of "Kill-Breaking-Wolf" have always been a group of "Seven Hunter Stars". They advance and retreat together, and have already practiced the skills of splitting, advancing and combining attacks, and are extremely powerful. With a roar and howling sound, the left-sided star was the first to rush out, put on the black iron finger to enhance the killing power, and rush down from a high point, like a hungry wolf hunting, which is extremely fierce. The fairy Brahma's pretty voice was clear, and the willow waist was swaying, and he swung his body away with the wind, and his posture was like a fish swimming in the water that was elusive. The sword finger was elusive.

He did not hesitate and pointed at the flaw under the enemy's right waist. If this was the point, the Greedy Lang Star had no scars on its outside, but the kidneys were about to be pierced by the cold sword energy. Even if he was lucky enough to die, he would never think of leaving behind a bloodline descendant in his life. Unfortunately, at the critical moment, the sound of the golden blade slashed the wind suddenly, and the Seven Killing Star sternly shouted, and six swords flew together. The target was aiming at the beautiful pink neck of Fairy Fan, who was cruel and had no mercy on the slightest desire to cherish the fragrance and jade.

This is the unique skill of Qishen Star, Qiseven Blade. When she practiced to the highest depth, the seven swords rose and fell, and surrounded and suppressed the enemy from all directions. Qishen Star also had a knife in her hand, but at the same time there was no knife at every moment. She was dazzling and dazzling, and it was really hard to take refuge. But in the eyes of the descendants of Shi Jingzhai, it was only ordinary. She pinched a sword technique with her left hand, and swung her forearm circle for three weeks. The most yin and cold Kunyue Gong true energy in the world was swung in full swing, and the six snake-shaped curved swords were frozen in an instant. "Dingdang~" fell to the ground, and even half of the power could not be swayed. However, she was so slight.

God, the sword's finger of his right hand was half slower, and only the "swish" sound was heard. The cold sword energy passed by him. His clothes were cut open a large crack, and half of his body was covered with white frost. Greedy Wolf Star was shocked and sweated all over his body. He quickly bounced back with all his strength like a real beast. The three of them had the same intention and had a very tacit understanding. If you retreat, I will advance, and there will be no gap in the formation. Taking advantage of the time when Fan Qinghui's old power had disappeared, Pojunxing thunder blew up, and the giant knife weighing 100 pounds was cut off. It was his general's "military order like a mountain" of sword techniques.

The force of this attack was strong and powerful, and its momentum was even more powerful. Before the giant sword was slashed, the strong wind that was pulled was cut like a knife. In Cihang's sword script, there was no such trick of hitting force with force and head-on. Fan Qinghui frowned slightly, and the lotus steps slid to the right, and broke out from the attack circle of giant blades when he was incompatible. He also attacked the army star with a blow and attacked, and his sword pointed to pierced the eyes of the army star. This move changed strangely, and it was unexpected that it was even more unprepared for attacking the enemy, which was very difficult to avoid. Finally, the army star responded quickly, and the momentum of slashing in the critical moment increased, and he tried his best to cut the ground with one knife. In an instant, it was like a hundred kilograms of gunpowder exploded at the same time, mud, sand, soil and rocks were exploded by the explosion wind, and it splashed in all directions. The power of the stunning path was as strong as a strong bow and crossbow. It was not that some rocks were expected to hurt the enemy, but that it was with the recoil force of the slash to retreat.

Although Po Junxing's body is strong and the weight of the weapons he uses is extremely heavy, his body movement is far from ordinary people imagined. He jumped backwards to avoid Fan Qinghui's dazzling sword fingers, and turned around and rushed forward in a blink of an eye. He waved the knife with one hand and "raised the three armies together", and at the same time split into three routes. The giant sword weighing more than 100 kilograms was used in his hand, as light and agile as chopsticks. Fairy Fan took a step back and raised his hand lightly and raised his hand three times in a row. "Ding Ding Ding~" sound was exhausted, and each time it hit the point where the giant knife was weakest. Po Junxing's body shook violently, but he felt three wisps of cold and cold air coming from the hilt of the knife, which penetrated through the meridians of his arm. He was shocked and hurriedly stopped and retreated, and used his power to drive away the alien true qi that invaded his body.

The True Sutra of Wuzi - Yuanshi Chapter, records the creation rules of the era of nothingness, the harmony of yin and yang, and then the beginning of chaos. Ganyang Gong practices the strong sun true fire of the ultimate yang, and Kunyue Gong is the strongest yin and softest Taiyin true water. Although Fan Qinghui only practiced the eighth level of the heart method and was not perfect, but combined with the inner elixir of the Bingpo Qilin, the yin and cold of the true qi is ten times better than the Bing Xuan Jin of Yuwen Valve. Although Pojunxing uses his power to dispel the cold energy in a timely manner , but after all, it cannot be resolved cleanly. A layer of white frost was hanging on his head and eyebrows, and his whole body was stiff in an instant. Even the big sword in his palm fell to his feet "ding" and the flaws were broken. The sky gate road was full of flaws. Seeing this, Tianlangxing and Qi Shaxing were shocked and shouted in unison: "Lao Liu!" They rushed forward and used their unique skills to attack Fan Qinghui. The one who used the trick of surrounding Wei to save Zhao, and vowed to stop her from taking the opportunity to kill Pojunxing.

Fairy Fan raised his sword finger across his chest and sighed softly. In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth was gathered with her sword fingers as a bridge. The frost sword energy immediately pointed at it, and countless shattered ice crystals crisscrossed in the air, woven into a curved and irregular net, covering the sky and covering the sky and the Qisha Star. The two of them had already tasted great things before, so how could they dare to be fire-fighting moths? They screamed in unison and leaped back and forth.

"Kill-Bor-Wolf" three people rushed forward and then kicked the iron plate. The two sides took several attacks and defenses. Although the process was complicated, the actual attack was almost lightning. From beginning to end, it was only a matter of a few seconds. The cultivation of the Three Killing Star was so high that the tacit understanding was so deep that it was beyond the expectation of Fairy Fan. She couldn't help but whisper a low voice in her mouth. However, compared to her surprise, "Kill-Bor-Wolf" was simply shocked in her heart!

In this operation, I thought that one of the two targets was seriously injured but not healed, and the other was a weak woman. The man on his side was strong and he would definitely be able to capture it. Unexpectedly, when he took action, the three big men could not catch the little woman, but were pressed and beaten by the other party, completely at a disadvantage. The hunting clan in the secret realm all lived by being a killer and earned rewards, and "Kill-Bao-Wolf" was even more a killer among the killers. To become an excellent killer, the real focus was not on how high the martial arts were, but only on whether he knew how to judge the situation. Seeing that he would be defeated after fighting, the three of them winked each other, turned around and ran away. The young Taoist boy Shouke, who was protected by Yang Zhao, cried out in time: "Master! They captured Master." Tears were flowing in tears, so pitiful.

Yang Zhao was slightly shocked, but he had no time to think carefully at this moment. He sang: "Sister, it's important to save people. Go quickly." Fan Qinghui was a little hesitant, but he thought that although the little prince's injury had not healed, he only needed a tiger soul in his hand. Even if a few more killers with similar cultivation as "Kill-Po Wolf" had a great kindness to him, he could not save him. He said: "Okay. But you should be careful." He used his light skills and chased him with the wind. The martial arts of the three "Kill-Po Wolf" were not as good as Fan Qinghui's martial arts, but they were really as if Feng Chi and Die. In addition, they took advantage of the first start, and instantly threw Fairy Fan down a lot. The four of them chased each other, but they had only a few ups and downs, and their figures disappeared from the eaves of the Taoist temple and could never be seen again.

There were no enemies around, and Yang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes swept over Zhou Ying, who was tragically dead, shook his head, turned around and asked Shouke with a pleasant look: "Little Taoist, what happened? Why did someone bribe the killer to harm Taoist Master Thunder Quanzi for no reason?"

Shouke's eyes were dumbfounded, as if he was already shocked. He said, "I...I don't know. Early this morning, those...who broke the door and broke in, without asking...there were no doubts, and they would kill people when they saw them. Everyone fought in fear and ran away desperately. However, when they ran to the Sanqing Palace, they were still caught up. Wuwu, Uncle Fan, Uncle Kong, and Aunt Zhang...they...wuwu~" Before they finished speaking, they couldn't help crying again.

Although this Taoist temple is not large in scale, it is actually quite a lot. In addition to the three disciples of Thieves Quanzi, there are also seven or eight firework Taoists and rough servants. Yang Zhao has also been taken care of by him in the past few days. He heard that they were all killed, so he couldn't help but be very angry. But he still had a lucky chance and said, "Shouke, take me to see it. Maybe... maybe there are still people who are not dead, but are just injured."

Shouke raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears and snot on his face, nodded vigorously, and said, "Yeah!" He led the way first. Yang Zhao followed with the crutch. Soon after, he walked to the gate of the main hall of the Longyang Taoist Temple. Zhou Ying could no longer move with horror. He just hid behind the little prince and grabbed his arm. Yang Zhao had already smelled the strong bloody smell from the hall, and his heart sank. He gently pulled Shouke's hand and whispered: "Stand here and don't move, I'll go in and take a look." He stepped across the threshold and walked into the Sanqing Hall.

Although this hall is spacious, it lacks lighting. Although it is daylight, it still looks gloomy inside. Looking up, three clay puppets such as Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang Laojun, Lingbao Daojun and other three clay puppets were high above their faces. The part above their heads and necks were hidden in the darkness. Not only was there no trace of solemnity and sacredness, but it was gloomy and ferocious, as if it was eating a human demon. Looking down, you saw that the floor, beams, pillars, tribute tables, walls and other places were covered with blood. Seven or eight corpses were lying on their backs or lying down, either intact or broken, without any vitality. You listened carefully. Apart from the little prince's own heartbeat and breathing, there was only a dead silence in the hall.

As such a scene came into view, Yang Zhao knew that it was impossible to find a survivor from it. However, he could not just leave it alone. So he stepped forward and picked up a corpse and pulled it out of the hall to arrange it. Then there was the second and third ones. He was about to dig a hole to bury them all. When he pulled the fourth person, he saw that Aunt Wang was responsible for cooking under the kitchen. Although he was only a country woman, he was the hottest. In the past few days, Yang Zhao was recuperating in the temple and was taken care of by her a lot. At that moment, Yang Zhao sighed regretfully, bent down and reached out to grab the body's shoulders.

His fingers were only three inches away from the corpse, and his strange change suddenly became widespread! The corpse, which had clearly become completely cold, suddenly opened its eyes, and the ice blue light burst into his pupils raised his arms and slapped them quickly. The transformation was in a hurry, and Yang Zhao didn't even have time to dodge. He saw the opportunity and saw that the enemy was out of his palm in an instant, and he was lucky in his chest, and was hit hard by the opponent. The muffled sound of "pa~" passed, and the two figures flew away and retreated. The king of Henan was shocked and angry, and cursed in a deep voice: "

Despicable thief..." Before he finished his scolding, the cool and fierce sun was suddenly coming from behind. It turned out that among the bodies he had dragged out of the hall, there was also a killer lurking! The killer disguised as "Aunt Wang" cooperated with him and snatched up again. The palm wind was rushing towards him, which increased more than twice the power of the previous sneak attack. In an instant, Yang Zhao's front and behind were invaded with cold and hot, one side was as hot as a furnace, and the other side was colder than ice and snow. It was really uncomfortable.

If his physical condition is complete, Yang Zhao will never be afraid of the two of them joining hands. But his injuries have not healed now. Even though the Ganyang true energy in his body is still strong, the right half of his body cannot use any strength, and he can only wield four successful forces at most. In a critical moment, he suddenly snorted coldly, and moved the tiger soul held in his right hand to his left hand, swung his body and slashed out the authentic Six Divine Arts "Vajra Armor" of the authentic Six Divine Arts. The peerless fierce sword is extremely red, and the guard is hidden and attacks are slashing. Those two The famous killers are all naked, so how dare they fight against Hu Po? Before they meet, they hurriedly retreated and the attack collapsed before they could get out. Seeing that they could not gain any advantage, the killer who cultivated Pure Yang's internal strength rushed back and grabbed Shou Ke in his hand. Then they moved and jumped, and joined the killer who cultivated Pure Yin's internal strength and stood shoulder to shoulder, shouting in a low voice: "Give up the weapon and surrender, otherwise, you will be the one who killed this little bastard!"

"Shameless!" Yang Zhao turned around and spat hard, but his five fingers still held the hilt of the tiger soul knife tightly, without any sign of letting go. Of course, people need to be saved, but he is not so naive yet. He will believe that as long as he surrenders, the other party will be able to keep his promise. The King of Henan took a deep breath and secretly activated the "Great Successfulness" mental method to make his spiritual platform clear and calm, and his mood was as calm as the moon in the well. He said in a voice: "Hidden his head and tail, and only knows the rats who sneak attack and hurt people! Are you also the hunting clan in the secret realm? Report the name to avoid becoming an unknown ghost under the tiger soul knife."
Chapter completed!