Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

The sword and the sword, the murderous, the pressure of the foundation monk surges with the battle, forming a low air pressure in the air, the fierce swordsmanship and the sharp knife refracted in the collision, causing embarrassing Collision sound.

The surrounding trees were cut off by the sword, and the liquid dripped out of the ground. As they fought fiercely, the **** smell of the silk also spread with the air.

"Hey! Hey!"

A late-stage repair of a building base slashed a sharp sword, and the inflated sword blade infused with the airflow visible to the naked eye, and the slamming sword slammed out at a speed that was too late to cover.劈向宋铭.

Feeling the crisis with the killing attack, Song Ming looked in that direction, this look, the heart mentioned, he couldn’t resist, he could only quickly rush to the side, but the other party’s speed is extremely fast, even though He avoided a fatal blow and was still kicked out by the powerful airflow and fell a few meters away.

"hiss!"

He took a sigh of relief and his body rolled over on the ground, and the pain in his body made him look down.

I saw that my body was drawn by countless or deep or shallow mouths. The blood oozing from the wound, slightly pulling, so that he opened his mouth and bit his teeth and stared at the contemptuous looking at him. Scattered.

"Hey!" He spit out the blood in his mouth, swiping his mouth and carrying the sword and going forward again: "Fortunately, I avoided it quickly, or else I really had to be split in two."

The pace of his sword is slow and fast, and his hand is slightly moving, just like something is in his arm. The suffocation of his body is provoked: "Look at your grandfather, I am bullying, right? After I kill you, You know that your grandfather is not a good bully!"

"Kid! Look for death!"

Another monk waved his sword forward, but, before he was close to Song Ming, he saw his left hand raise his hand, and a slamming sound, a cold and cold attack, was actually a sleeve arrow directly shot, piercing the monk The heart of the heart stabbed another person behind.

"Ok!"

The monk and the one behind did not expect to suddenly hit the arrow, the whole body was stiff, and the whole person fell backwards. At this moment, the sleeved arrow that shot at the back of the monk’s chest seemed to have spiritual power. In general, the slammed fly back and automatically posted back to Song Ming’s sleeve arrow.

"Rely! How do you have this baby not to use it earlier? You have to wait for someone to kill you, do you use it?" Ning Yu looked back and his strength was not as strong as a few, but he relied on his body. Killing people in dodge, and therefore, the lightest one is him.

"boom!"

When Luo Fei attacked a person and was flew out by another squat, after a few steps of stabilizing his footsteps, he snorted and screamed at the belly of his beggar, and his eyes narrowed with anger.

The heart is roaring: How many people are bullying us? it is good! Then don't blame me for being overcast.

He quickly retreated to Ning Yu, and shook a strange mask from the space and handed it to him: "Don't wear!"

Ning Yu took a look and asked, "What can this do? Prevent people from falling to the face?"

"Let you wear it, don't ask so much nonsense, anyway, it won't hurt you." Luo Fei didn't say anything good, and took out a few throws to Song Ming and Duan Ye, and finally he wore one. And picking up things from the space.

Not far away, I saw this scene of Feng Jiuguang’s fretting...