The Immortal’s Poison

Although the disciples of Kunlun are exquisite, the number of people is more than several times that of ghosts, but they are still beaten miserably. Full \ this // small \ say // net

Ghosts are natural ghosts. Under the protection of ghosts, they do n’t understand fear at all, but they seem to be eager to be killed by enemies. Once the enemies in front of them are identified, they are endless. Some timid Kunlun Taoists have already been chased by ghosts. You have to run around.

Wen Leyang can do the same as everyone. When he sees a ghost, he can run and run. When he ca n’t hide, he fights back with his fists and feet. The poisonous dark tide and thunder heart dare dare not use them. These big killers reflect It's not a joke on yourself.

He repelled three or four ghosts, but he didn't know how many wrong punches in his body. Liu Zheng didn't discuss with his group of brothers and sisters, but jumped to Wen Leyang: "This is not a way to fight, what should I do! "

Wen Leyang was sorely beaten by himself. He looked at Liu Zheng angrily and was about to talk. He suddenly became energetic: "Aren't you able to hold your body?" A Kunlun Road holds a ghost and can be rich for more than three hundred people.

Liu Zheng was still stunned for a while: "You said it was Journey to the West!"

Not to mention, a large part of Wen Leyang's understanding of cultivation supernatural powers came from Journey to the West, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "That can only hope that your master will take the drought as soon as possible ..."

Before he had finished speaking, suddenly there was a dull and loud dull noise from the midair. Wen Leyang and the small head Liu Zheng raised their heads in horror. The airball was tightly trapped in the midair. The sword ball was rapidly expanding. Two giant scarlets, tied horizontally and vertically on the sword ball, were trembling violently, and a huge crack grew. It won't last long.

Tianshu was drunk, his face flushed as if he was about to bleed, and he shouted hoarsely: "Nine palaces and seventy-two swords. Yuxie

Yuxie'er is the Dao Dafa formation of Kunlun, and Tianshu himself can't suppress the fifth brother of the dry, so he greeted the disciples to sit down and help.

Seventy-two Jianzun's shoes that were chased by ghosts are now gone. Hearing the call of heaven, the answers are extremely chaotic, and people feel discouraged when they hear them. Liu Zheng shouted loudly at the other disciples to cover the seventy-two sword statues. It was only at this time that the real person of Tianshu appeared that the ghosts on the ground were raging, and the Kunlun ground formation was already dispersed. Shouted at Liu Zheng: "Stupid. Just hold them!"

Liu Zheng realized this suddenly. He hurriedly ordered: "Laws. Three people in a row. Hold these ghosts!" And he assuredly asked: "Just press and hold. Let them not move!"

The ghostly power is that others can't beat them. How hurt it is. People who hurt them will be reflected in the same way by ghosts. And once the ghost body broke. The soul can continue to hurt people. But pressing and holding should still work.

Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry. I am a fan of the authorities. I didn't expect it to be so simple. When the first figure shook. Twisted a ghost who was rushing past him. The power of life and death poison turned it and held it. At the same time, a force of the same pressure is also on himself. He was lying on the ground with the ghost.

The disciples of Kunlun also looked suddenly. Under the command of the master, every three people formed a formation. There is no magic sword without flying sword. Make it all brute force. Immediately with the ghost ...

Kunlun Road is one of the five main schools of the world. Behind there is the hidden world protecting the heaven and earth fairy sword.

A ghost is a rare ghost in the world.

They are now in a mess in the city **** temple, just like the kindergarten defending.

A good person is a good person, and the method is very good.

Seventy-two swordsmen from the nine palaces of Kunlun Mountain finally released their hands, and they all took a breath and jumped up onto the eaves, surrounding the sword ball that was getting more and more agitated.

From a bird's eye view of the sky, the seventy-two Kunlun masters on the ground formed a gossip array, steadily surrounding the huge sword ball

Liu Zheng directed the three disciples to hold the ghost under Wen Leyang, and Wen Leyang got up. The two young men stood side by side, squinting at the fighting in front of them.

Once the formation was set, a sword lord slowly opened his mouth and chanted the tactics of the formation. His voice was round and calm like flowing mercury: "Liu Jia and Nine Chapters, a round place!"

The tactics rolled and rolled, and the second Jianzun, who was still on the verge of death, immediately opened his mouth and said: "Four times and five elements, green, red, white and yellow!"

The voice of the third Jianzun was like Jiao Lei, and the sound was like a knife: "Taiyi is a teacher, and sun and moon are light!"

The fourth Jianzun's indifferent expression suddenly became exaggerated, like a brown bear suddenly showing salmon, jumped up with his arms stretched out, and shouted in shock: "Oh ... "

Seventy-two Jianzong immediately shouted in unison: "Yu Xieer!"

Wen Leyang felt shocked and funny. He glanced sideways at the little head Liu Zheng at his side: "How do you sound like the two are like this?"

Liu Zheng smiled and said: "I also feel weird, otherwise I will not learn."

Although the tactics listened to the nondescript, it made people goose bumps, but as the drinking place fell, the long sword behind each sword statue was sheathed against the wind, trembling quickly, and the surrounding air was also slowed by the long sword Weng Ming And the turbulence began to fluctuate, first of all layers of ripples, and then into the air waves visible to the naked eye, the transparent sunlight was shaken by the air and stripped into seven colors, and the colorful glory overflowed for a time, gradually converging into a bold macro light In the middle of the formation, layers of layers are flowing, and waves like gentle tides slowly penetrate into the sword ball.

The originally restless sword ball quickly became quiet, but when Liu Zheng spit out the atmosphere, the sword ball suddenly began to violently tremble again, and the layers of metal impact sounded more violently, even a loud noise. Like hundreds of blacksmith shops opening at the same time in the ears of everyone!

The ghosts held on the ground by the disciples of Kunlun also began to struggle more violently.

In the center of Wanjian, the fifth brother of the dry spit twirled like a gyro, and layers of excaliburs were smashed by his reinforced iron bones. However, he couldn't break out of the cocoon, and Tianshu lived with the sword cage lock and the seventy-two sword statues. They are the world's top authentic Taoist magic circle, and the power is almost universal!

Wen Leyang couldn't understand the fame of the formation, but could really feel that the two forces were killing each other. Asked Liu Zheng in a low voice: "What is the origin of this corpse?" Tianshu Zhenren is the master of the hidden world protecting the heavens, but when dealing with the corpse, it is also necessary for the seventy-two swordsmen to help each other to get the upper hand. The strength of this corpse is too amazing.

Now that the fighting power between the corpse and Kunlun Dao has reached a critical moment, Liu Zhenghun transported Taoist magical powers all over him, but there is no way to intervene. The look on his face was anxious and concerned, and he didn't even hear his words. Wen Leyang was about to ask again. A faint voice. With a little fear and a little dread, he whispered in his ear: "I'm also surprised. He's really tight." The voice was familiar, and he was breathless. He blew his earlobe tickly.

Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness has been all around, and some people have come to him quietly. Not only was he unaware, the Taoist spirit of Liu Zheng, the young head, did not have anybody. The two brothers were like quails stepped on the ground by elephants.

Xiao Zheng, Liu Zhengren, was flying in the middle of the air, already protecting himself with a flying sword. When he was about to land, he suddenly had a fragrant wind in front of him. His protective flying sword had been taken away. The ground changed direction strangely, blocking Liu Zheng in front of him, yelling in his mouth: "Awl stop!"

The people who appeared suddenly were enchanted by Ying Tuo, who was resurrected in the golden nest, and resurrected in the golden nest.

Awl had reached out his hand and wanted to kill Liu Zheng. After listening to Wen Leyang's words, he quickly backed away. Like a little girl who did the wrong thing, she looked at Wen Leyang timidly and defended herself quietly: "It is him ... first When the flying sword came out, I thought he was going to kill me. "Then he quickly let go of the flying sword he was working hard on, and whispered to Liu Zheng's grievances," Sorry ... "

Wen Leyang asked her, "Why are you here?"

The surprise on the face of the awl seems to be flattered for Wen Leyangken to speak to her: "I am afraid that the surnamed Leyang will try to hurt me. After coming out of the Jinjin nest, I want to find them to explain things ..."

Wen Leyang shook his head with a cold tone: "Want to cut the grass?"

The awl was startled, and his eyes turned red: "How can you think of me like that!"

Liu Zheng swallowed hard, and couldn't help but say to Wen Leyang: "Yeah, how can you think so ..."

Wen Leyang glared at Liu Zheng, but the awl nodded hard at Liu Zheng. He smiled gratefully. The cold little hand held Wen Leyang hard and continued: "After arriving in this big city, I can't find Le Yang Wen. , I just felt that someone from the Black and White Island appeared, so I came. "

After the awl finished talking, a naughty look appeared on his face: "I came when the sky was broken, hee hee, but none of you know."

As soon as she finished speaking, a hoarse exclamation came from the sky, and the figure before him flickered, and the real person who hosted the sword array in mid-air had jumped in front of the awl.

Tianshu was originally a sword immortal on the Black and White Island. Two thousand years ago, he and the same door chased and killed the raccoon because of the Tiancon break, and finally led to the extension, leading to the terrifying battle. As soon as the awl appeared, Tianshu relied on her aura Recognizing her, she left everything behind her for a time, and even forgot the large array of sword cages.

The sword formation in mid-air became even more irritable, but the real person of Tianshu didn't care, and he looked directly at the awl: "You ... you are still alive!" In a few words, the tone changed from doubt to almost hysterical. Ecstasy!

The awl released Wen Leyang, and took a few steps gently, his weak eyes looked at Tianshu softly.

Tianshu's face was filled with almost crazy joy, his lips were trembling, and his throat rolled up and down but he couldn't say a word.

Awl frowned, and a layer of doubt appeared on his face: "Why are you here, Tiange and Tianhua?"

Tianshu ’s voice was mechanical and slow, as if he had n’t passed his brain at all, and he replied completely by instinct: “Tiange ’s spirit element was scattered after chasing and killing the cat demon, and he has n’t replied yet. It was also seriously injured by the drought. "

In the awl's eyes, the eternal unchanging is always full of pitiful pity. At this moment, there was a fierce murderousness, and he raised his hand and pointed the sword in the air in the air: "I was awake two thousand years ago. I don't know what happened. Just listening to you, this drunk is Liu Xiang's party. Has Liu Xiang escaped? "

Tianshu nodded and shook his head: "This drunk has been helping Liu Xiang collect demon yuan for two thousand years ..."

Liu Zheng, the little master, watched that the sword ball that locked the dry monk was about to burst, but his master only focused on chatting with old acquaintances, and could not help it anymore, whispered to remind: "Master, the dry monk is about to break out. Out! "

Tianshu is now distracted, but after all, it is a sword fairy who protects the heavens from the hidden world. After a little stunned, he had recovered his sobriety, and Canghuangli couldn't care more to say anything. Leaving two words in front of the awl: "Help me!" Then he squeezed the law with his hands.

Awl showed a smile. The right answer: "It's a bad person, you are a good person!" The figure flashed right behind Tianshu. Su-hand flipped and snapped. A huge ice icicle appeared without any warning in the magic circle of the Seventh Sword Sword Sovereign!

Tianshu was full of excitement, and suddenly exclaimed: "What are you doing!"

Bing Ling is like a sharp cone. But majesticly inserted into the eyes of Yuxie'er array, the power of the colorful Yuanlings in the huge gossip array was immediately scattered after a meal, just like a big river that was rushing in, was blocked by a The mountain truncated violently!

The heavenly book was frightened and angry, and more often it was unbelievable. He pointed at the awl and asked hoarsely, "You ..." Just said a word, and the sound of the sky crashed loudly, ruining all the land. sound! The two blood symbols that wrapped the sword ball horizontally and vertically and the huge sword ball shattered at the same time, Wan Jian wailed through the world, and in the roaring waves of the dragon, the fifth brother of the dry scream screamed and broke out of the cocoon. !

The Yuxieer formation was broken by the ice of the awl, and the heart of the heavenly book could no longer hold the sword cage. The sword formation with mighty power collapsed like a mountain. Ten thousand of the remaining swords were rejected by the unwilling howl. The tremendous strength of the horses was scattered.

As soon as the drought came out of the trap, his body flashed faster than ghosts, and he punched the book of Zhen Ezhong in a punch! Immediately, his arm flicked, and he threw the heavily wounded book onto the ground.

The awl didn't seem to expect the drought to be so violent, nor did he think that Tianshu was like a clay sculpture hiding or being seriously injured by the drought, and the pretty face was immediately covered with a layer of frost like coldness, screaming sternly, hands Waving again and again, one after another a huge and sharp ice slanting sideways, spurting towards the dry ruth mercilessly.

The fifth brother interrupted several ice cones, and was shocked. He knew how powerful the cone was, and he dared not fight again. The long and staggered continuous screams made a few jumps, and his body jumped in a blink of an eye. Disappeared.

The ghost held by the Kunlun disciple on the ground has been struggling continuously. After hearing the scream of the fifth brother, the body shook violently a few times, and the strength of the struggle was getting smaller and smaller.

Everyone was stunned by the events in front of him. Wen Leyang knew that the awl would not return to the Black and White Island, but at least he would not collude with Liu Xiang. She just appeared in the Chenghuang Temple. Wen Leyang thought she was thinking of her old friend. With Tianshu governing the fifth elder brother, he didn't expect Acon to destroy the seventy-two Sword Sovereign's evil evil magic circle, but Apricot immediately became furious when he saw that Tianshu was seriously injured, and attacked like a wild mania.

The drone fled so fast that he disappeared in a blink of an eye, but the awl didn't rush to chase. The slender figure swayed, leaning over and copying the dying divine book.

Liu Zheng's eyes broke, and his own flying sword screamed and rushed towards the awl. Wen Leyang was like a cheetah, driving the flow to chase the awl. The two men rushed to the awl almost at the same time, and their bodies stiffened, even Without knowing what happened, he was frozen in place and turned into two icicles.

Wen Leyang's life was frozen for the first time. In addition to not being able to move a little, he didn't feel cold, and the sound outside could be heard clearly.

It was not just the two of them who were frozen, but everyone in the city **** temple! Seventy-two Sword Sovereigns who were seriously injured and fell after Kunlun disciples, ghosts, and formations were broken ...

Awl element turned over, a layer of frost immediately appeared on Tianshu's body, and sealed the pair of chests, and then took a breath out of relief: "Fortunately, I escaped the heart, and I can't die with your cultivation. . You ... why not hide? "

Tianshu didn't put his wounds on his heart at all, his eyes fixed on the awl, and his eyes couldn't hide the deep sorrow, and even despair: "Why let go of the drought. You are the body of heaven and earth condensing the five elements and the true water, how can you and Liu Xiang ’s monster is the same ... the same! The flow! He! The dirty! "

Tianshu was seriously injured, his right chest was dug by a dry hole, but he talked full of breath, without any pause. The last four words were a word, and he almost broke his teeth to be reconciled.

Awl's eyes are like a frightened deer, full of fear and impetuosity: "I just want to let go of the drought, I didn't expect him to hurt you, why didn't you hide!" Said the last voice also cried.

The eyes of the real person of Tianshu were full of bloodshot eyes, and they asked loudly, "Why?"

Awl reached out his hand and flicked back and forth across the wound of Tianshu, but his mouth diverged, and the tone was quiet without traces: "I will not go back to the black and white island, nor will I be the sky cone of the demon, the same as heaven and earth. Shou, you ca n’t think about what you mean by being unable to move. ”

Tianshu's body shuddered, and his complexion instantly turned into a dull, dull face. The anger on his face turned into daze and confusion.

Wen Leyang's brain cramped again. It must have something to do with the awl's failure to return to the Black and White Island, but she has nothing to do with it. He can't understand the specifics. The things I experienced today have long been a mess of twine, especially the last awl. The appearance was equivalent to pouring a pot of super glue into the paste pot, and now it is completely messed up.

Awl puts Tianshu's body flat, and his temperament is restored to the original charming and delicate: "The drought hurts you and I was unexpected, but this hatred will definitely reward you. You ... don't die." He stood up and walked to the ice sculpture Wen Leyang again. His face was apologetic and reluctant: "I originally wanted to accompany you more, but now I'm going to kill the drought, and I will come to you after I help Tianshu to take revenge."

Wen Leyang really wanted to ask: "What are you doing with me?"

After the awl finished chasing, he sighed sadly, and the fragrance disappeared before Wen Leyang's eyes.

Bing Ling, who trapped everyone, also instantly shattered, and Liu Zheng, the head of the small group, immediately grabbed the real person of Tianshu and carefully lifted up the master. Wen Leyang also came along.

Liu Zheng, the little master, hurriedly fed Master the medicine to bandage the wound, and Tianshu explained: "I want to do the healing, I can't move a little within the three incense sticks, be careful of the ghosts!" Then I sat up strenuously. Keep your eyes closed.

Wen Leyang couldn't help a little, and stood beside him foolishly. After a while, the sunlight in front of him dimmed, and several Kunlun disciples gathered around. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

Liu Zheng was stunned and frowned and asked other disciples: "What about those ghosts?"

These Kunlun disciples should have been in groups of three, responsible for holding ghosts.

A middle-aged disciple hurriedly replied: "As soon as the drought ran, those things turned back into dead bodies. We examined them carefully. I personally cut off the head of a corpse, and it's fine now. What. "

Liu Zheng frowned, and he was not at ease. He ordered the disciples of the Kunlun Dao: "Go to look after the seventy-two sword revered masters, and we will leave here immediately after Master Healing. Be careful of the dead bodies."

The talking Kunlun disciple nodded and didn't speak, his head suddenly rolled off his neck, and a blood spattered wildly!

His head fell to the ground, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Immediately, the screams and exclamations of the disciples of Kunlun became one piece!

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