The ancients said: The Qilin is the auspicious auspicious person of the sage king. If you have a single horn and carry meat, you will be equipped with weapons without harm, and you will definitely be able to surround the soil when you travel, and you will not walk on insects or suck grass. If you have a king, you will be a benevolent beast!

It was a huge lie and a huge stinky bullshit! In an instant, the three masters such as Mu Xinghe, Feng Yeyu, and Yan Wanggu changed their faces at the same time. They were already in their stomachs, and ancient literati such as Xu Shen, who wrote "Shuowen Jiezi" and Du Yu, who wrote "Chunqiu Zuo Zhuan Jijie" in their stomachs, cursed them bloodily. The fucking bullshit scholar talked about war on paper, and even said that Qilin was a Jiaruiren beast, and he gave his grandmother something to "equip martial arts without harming it"? It was just to deceive people to death and not lose their lives! The beast in front of him had sharp teeth, sharp claws, one horns, like a knife, etc., and it was also fierce and arrogant. He was ready to choose people at any time and at any time. How could he be at all kind?

The three masters have been in the world for half of their lives, and their reputation is by no means a lucky result. Life is a desperate battle with the enemy, not even a matter of half a time. But at this moment, when this divine beast that should have only existed in the legend really appeared in front of me, the fighting spirit that was determined to capture and kill the Qilin was immediately collapsed and disintegrated like a rolling soup and pouring snow. What was brought up was an emotion that had almost completely inseparable from them since they practiced martial arts - fear!

The divine beast was spiritual, and although he couldn't speak, the Fire Kirin seemed to be clear about the uninvited guests in front of him. He raised his hooves and dug the ground, and burning white air ejected from his nostrils, and immediately steamed out the boiling heat. The three masters looked like earth in an instant, and they all took a slight step back. The three super magic weapons of Soul-removing, Dragon Spin and Breaking Mirror were clamoring together, as if they were dissatisfied with the master's behavior of fearing the enemy to avoid battle. The Fire Kirin's red eyes flashed, and suddenly looked up and roared at the sky. Before the roar stopped, it had spread its body and rushed out like a rocket to attack the three masters. Wherever they passed, all the soil on the ground was melted into glass-like crystals.

As life and death broke out, fear, anxiety, hesitation, hesitation and other emotions were all suppressed by the most primitive and strongest will to survive. Feng Yeyu pinched the sword with his right hand and shouted loudly: "Hushen, get out of the sheath!" A dazzling red light shot from his back into the sky, like lightning to face the fire Qilin running towards him. The fierce beast could change direction in mid-air, and swung its waist quickly to avoid the soul-clearing interception. The eagle claws on the forelimbs carried the blazing fire and grabbed the Muxinghe River in front of him, but were blocked by Long Xuan. The head of the Dian Cang felt that his skin was baked and was burnt to pieces, and he rolled sideways away from the dangerous place without caring about the demeanor, shouting: "Master Yan Castle, break the mirror!"

Yan Wanggu did not fight against the monk Shouwang on the Five-Toothed Giant, and his condition was in the best state. He knew that life and death were at stake today, so he did not dare to keep it at all. The wooden box that was always holding in his hand was shaken by Yunjin, revealing a bronze mirror with a very strange shape. He grabbed the upper and lower ends of the bronze mirror with both hands, and opened the cover of the mirror and aimed at the fire Qilin that rushed over, shouting: "In ten steps, it is difficult to complete the broken mirror!"

The beast is definitely more sensitive to danger than anyone else. The broken mirror had just opened, and it pressed its claws on the ground, turned around and shook its tail to Feng Yeyu. The thick ox tail collided with the soul-to-returning back in time. Feng Yeyu's face turned pale, and he staggered back seven steps in a row, opening his mouth and spitting out the blood. The ground reflected by the broken mirror suddenly appeared, which was exactly the same as the broken mirror.

The magic weapon breaks the mirror, and it is difficult to reflect everything. Anything that is reflected by the magic weapon will be affected by the superpowers of the magic weapon, and the body is covered with cracks and then completely destroyed. In terms of power, it is the strangest and most powerful one among the three super magic weapons. However, the fire Qilin's movements are far more agile than ordinary martial arts masters. In addition, they are entangled and fought fiercely with Feng Yeyu Mu Xinghe. Yan Wanggu screamed in anger, but he was unable to successfully include this beast in the scope of the power of the magic mirror.

The roar was roaring all over the sky, sparks splashed, and the soul-clearing and dragon spinning slashed. In an instant, I didn't know how many times the fire Qilin had hit. However, the Qilin was full of armor and swords and guns, and with the protection of the fire, almost any offensive could not cause substantial damage to it. Even though Muxinghe and Fengyeyu had tried their best, the Fire Qilin was still only painful but not injured, but on the contrary, it stimulated its primitive wildness. The fury howling was deafening, and the fierce violence suddenly burst out with extinction flames. In an instant, the open space in front of the Lingyun Cave was completely shrouded and submerged by the sea of ​​fire. The scene in front of him was like a purgatory that appeared on earth!

Long Xuan's soul was completely shook back. Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu lost the protection of their magic weapons, but they could only slap their deep inner true energy to fight the fire. The owner of Yanjia Fort was lucky to have a broken mirror in his hand and could barely protect himself. Tang Jixue, who was three feet away, and the fake little prince behind him, was completely caught off guard, and was burned into two balls of coke in an instant. Tang Zhongqing, opposite the cliff, was stunned and shouted without thinking, and said with a heartbreaking crack: "Prince~~!" He was filled with tears and knelt down on the ground.

The Red Flame Hell lasted only a few seconds. After a moment, the fire was unsustainable and had slowly dissipated. The ground was melted and cemented. The half of the body of Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu were charred, and their appearance was so ferocious that it was like an evil ghost crawling out of the eighteenth level hell. On the contrary, Yang Zhao and Yang Xiu, who had fought each other before, were not affected by the fire because they were half lying in the big pit.

The two of them knew the situation was dangerous, both of them sat cross-legged and used their energy to heal their injuries in order to restore their combat effectiveness as soon as possible. Tang Zhongqing's whistle and whirlwind into their ears, and their uncles and nephews' eyelids twitched at the same time. Yang Xiu subconsciously replied: "Love..." As soon as he spoke, he suddenly heard Tang Zhongqing shouting: "Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao!" The voice cords were crying, and his anxious care was exposed. Yang Xiu immediately felt that the qi and blood were rushing against the rush, and stood up regardless of the injury, gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard, how dare you have an affair with her!?"

Yang Zhao opened his eyes and sneered: "I am a bastard, what are you? Don't forget, our surname is Yang."

Yang Xiu's eyes were covered with red silk, and humiliation and anger were intertwined, which made him throw away the fire Qilin outside the earth pit and shouted: "Little bastard, die!" He jumped over and wanted to give his nephew another big hand. Unfortunately, his injuries were too serious. As soon as he moved, he pulled his body inside. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily to the ground with a "smack" and couldn't stop breathing.

The smell of blood immediately attracted the attention of Fire Qilin. The fire sea hell just now consumed a lot of energy. Although this strange beast was still powerful, its expression was already slightly weak. He smelled the smell of blood. It was in his arms on the spot. It roared and twitched its nose twice, its eyes shone brightly, and turned toward the two uncles and nephews in the pit. The sticky saliva kept dripping from its sharp fangs to the ground, stimulating a "chi~chi~" sound.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Half of his body was burned into coke, and the head of Qingcheng, who knew that he would die today, tried his best to gather his remaining energy and shout. The soul-destroying "buzzing" was violently vibrating, and in an instant, it bounced up from the ground like a cardiotropic agent, carrying unparalleled violence to shoot at the Fire Kirin lightning. Regardless of speed and strength, it was at least three times stronger than before.

The ferocious and stubborn beast was as quick as the wind, and immediately jumped up to dodge. Unexpectedly, the four-ringed sword body of the soul suddenly opened and turned into a huge iron claw falling from top to bottom, nailing it to the ground firmly. The fire qilin roared and struggled hard. Feng Yeyu's eyes were radiant and bright, and the air flow behind it swirled. Dozens of figures appeared suddenly, with their voices so majestic and intimidating.

Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu have been with each other for many years. After seeing this, I knew that this old friend had really sacrificed everything. Once the soul was released, the sword was destroyed, and the person broke the soul. The whole body of the sword was destroyed will be squeezed into the purest energy for use by the divine weapon. Although the lethality increased sharply, in the end, even Feng Yeyu's own soul would be absorbed by the soul. And the shadows that appeared behind him were all formed by the overuse of the heads of the Qingcheng Sect - Sword Soul!

The injury of the leader Diancang is no less than that of his old friend. Since Feng Yeyu can fight to the death, what else is he worried about? He immediately shook the divine weapon and drove the dragon soul. The silent roar was like a typhoon passing through the border and swept the whole scene. The fire kirin was as if it was lightning, and immediately stood still. The black dragon shadow jumped up immediately, tied it up and fixed it tightly. The Muxinghe drums had all his strength and urged him to urge him: "Master Yan Castle~~"

At that time, the broken mirror burst out in a flash, and it would just cover the target without any bias. The fierce and stubborn beast in the mirror was printed with hundreds of cracks. In an instant, countless cracks appeared on the whole body of the beast. The scales of the divine weapons that were difficult to hurt in the body immediately burst and exploded on the spot. The Fire Kirin, who felt that his life was seriously threatened, wailed brute force and brute force erupted, and the two divine weapons were all shaken away. The blazing flames around it rose, condensed into a huge fireball floating in the air. When he shook his head, the fireball immediately roared at Yan Wanggu like a cannonball. With no choice, the master of the Yan family castle could only close the broken mirror to resist the attack, and "boom" and shoveled the ground into a pit, retreating seven or eight feet away.

After breaking away from the ban, the Fire Kirin became even more crazy. The two ups and downs reached Muxinghe and Feng Yeyu, and they opened their mouths and ate. Two strange sounds of "crack, crack", and the two masters' chests were bitten to pieces by strange beasts. The Fire Kirin chewed them twice, swallowing the belt bones. They were still not satisfied, and they suddenly jumped up, just falling into a pit, standing between Yang Zhao and Yang Xiu.

The two Great Sui princes, who also had the blood of the real dragon, were the most rare tonic for the Fire Qilin, whose scales were broken and severely injured.

The white shadow shook slightly, and the red light moved again. The super magic weapon that restored its original shape to its long sword was suddenly held firmly by one of the most beautiful and terrifying hands in the world. Fan Qinghui, the contemporary descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, took the magic weapon and pointed directly at the Fire Kirin, and shouted: "Are you still not retreating?" Wushuang's sword energy surged around, forming an invisible iron wall, making it difficult for this ferocious and stubborn beast to cross the line.

Huo Qilin's eyes contracted, his upper body lay on the ground, but his strong hind legs were ready to go. He couldn't help but growl "gurgling" in his throat, as if he was afraid but unwilling to retreat. He suddenly raised his head and raised two long howls one after another. The tone was full of cruel and violent aura, and it was not as if he wanted to stop the battle, but more like calling for his companions to help. Yang Zhao was surprised and muttered, "No way?" He couldn't help but look back at the entrance of Lingyun Cave. You Zike didn't look at it, but immediately felt like he was being poured down by the cold water of the large plate. His whole body was like falling into an ice cave.

It is not a rhetorical technique in any written sense, but it is truly falling into the ice cave. Because the figure that came out of the secret cave suddenly emitted a bitter cold air. Wherever it passed, the ground was frozen and covered with layers of white frost. Its dragon head, elf claws, wolf hooves, oxtail snake scales, and a one-horned forehead. Except for the size of half a circle smaller than that of the companion who confronted Fan Qinghui, it was still alive, another unicorn!

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The manuscript has been almost used to save it. I can only update it every day starting tomorrow, right?

After discussing with the editor, he suggested that I do this at 5k a day, 3k a.m. and 2k a.m.

I'll try my best. If you praise more and collect more and click on red tickets, the motivation for typing is more than enough. So 12 is really a shallow person... Tears T_T
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