Chapter 318

"Baizi painting, hand over the Liuguang piano, I can play it long and leave a way to live."

Looking at the Baizi painting in front of him, Chen Xiaoming is really lazy to kill him. All he wants is a Liuguang Qin.

"Whew."

Just as Chen Xiaoming was pressing step by step, Hua qiangu couldn't stand it anymore and flew up directly.

"Master, don't kill again."

The tears in her eyes are constantly dripping, and huaqiangu has cried into a tearful person.

In a moment, so many people died, which had a great impact on her heart.

Moreover, these people are still because of her.

If she didn't show her accomplishments, Mo Yan wouldn't do it, Mo Yan wouldn't do it, and Chen Xiaoming wouldn't do it, then these people wouldn't die.

"Little bone, you don't understand. Xiuxian is like this. He intrigues against each other. Either you kill or someone kills......"

"Master!"

Chen Xiaoming's words didn't finish. He couldn't help but soften his eyes.

Alas, foolish and cute disciples have bad times. It seems that they will come step by step.

With a sigh in his heart, Chen Xiaoming didn't have the heart to tell her the cruelty of cultivating immortals now.

"Just, you won, little bone."

Shaking his head, Chen Xiaoming turned his hand and flew back to Hua qiangu's hand.

"Baizi painting, hand over the streamer piano!"

The Baizi painting in front of him has been injured and can't pose a threat to himself. Chen Xiaoming would have done it if he hadn't considered that the Liuguang Qin was in his hands and was afraid of fleeing from the market tripod.

"Yes."

With a faint response, Bai Zihua leaned slowly towards Chen Xiaoming with a streamer piano in his hand.

After only a few steps, Chen Xiaoming frowned.

"Whew."

In an instant, I saw that the Baizi painting suddenly ran away, waved the streamer piano in my hand, and a streamer went straight to Hua qiangu.

"Baizi painting, you want to die!"

Chen Xiaoming was furious in an instant and understood the intention of Baizi painting. The spiritual power was constantly surging, forming a layer of spiritual protection in front of Hua qiangu.

"Bang!"

When the streamer hit, Hua qiangu was at a loss. He just had no way to attack shangbaizi painting.

Just when he was stunned, the streamer directly hit the mental protection.

The streamer dissipated and the attack was resisted, but Chen Xiaoming's face was also ugly for a moment, and his breath withered.

Mental protection was hit by streamer, which had a great impact on Chen Xiaoming's spiritual body.

Just now, in a hurry, what I mobilized was my own spiritual strength, which was equivalent to being seriously attacked by Baizi painting.

"Damn it!"

With an angry scold in his mouth, he kept his pace and went straight away with thousands of bones.

He was careless. He underestimated the determination of Baizi painting and thought that Baizi painting was a proud man who would rather die than surrender.

Absolutely not to innocent flower thousand bones.

But reality hit him hard! In order to break through the ten heavy days, Baizi painting directly prepared to kill huaqiangu.

"Whew, whew, whew..."

Several more attacks were launched, also aimed at Hua qiangu. As soon as Chen Xiaoming gritted his teeth, he put up his mental protection again.

"Bang, bang, bang............"

The attack was blocked by all, but Chen Xiaoming had an unstoppable momentum, but now he is a little depressed.

"Damn it, Baizi painting. You deserve to be called a fairy when you fight innocent people!"

He scolded angrily. Chen Xiaoming moved and finally came to Hua qiangu before Baizi painting.

"Little bone, are you okay?"

Looking at the flowers behind him, Chen Xiaoming asked a little uneasily.

I just saved baizihua's life, and turned to baizihua to kill him.

Chen Xiaoming was afraid of spending thousands of bones and couldn't understand the key, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again.

He can be cruel to the enemy, but for his own people, Chen Xiaoming thinks he should stop stimulating her.

"I just want to kill you."

The words full of killing intention, with endless cold, arrogance has been abandoned by him, and there is no vitality in his eyes.

Zixun died to save herself, and Moyan and others died for themselves.

But in a moment, all the people around Baizi painting left.

The road is ruthless and the will of heaven is like a knife!

The Baizi painting, which was originally at the bottleneck of the ten heavy sky, half stepped in in in an instant.

And the other half of the foot, as long as you kill Huaqian bone, you can also step in.

Whether it's to avenge Zixun and others, or for the common people in the world, baizihua will kill Chen Xiaoming.

By all means, until death!

"Hum, kill me, dream!"

Chen Xiaoming's cold eyes on shangbaizi painting were dignified, although he disdained the cold drink.

The breath of Baizi painting has improved, but the attack he just blocked is a little weaker.

This ebbs and flows, Chen Xiaoming has to be serious, not as calm as before.

"Whew."

The streamer flies, and the Baizi painting is silent. He starts directly, caresses the streamer piano in his hand, and the sound waves attack him heavily.

"Here comes the sword."

Starting with thousands of blazing fireflies, Chen Xiaoming's spiritual power condenses and cuts out with one sword. Thousands of swords fly away to resist the attack of sound waves.

"Hmm? Cultivation has been improved!"

Just a touch, Chen Xiaoming found an exception, and the cultivation of Baizi painting suddenly improved.

Looking up and down at the Baizi painting, compared with before, the Baizi painting at the moment is a little more ruthless.

"There should be no breakthrough, half a step into the realm of God?"

After feeling it carefully, Chen Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't break through the ten heavens. He just became a God.

His mental strength is damaged. If Baizi painting becomes God again, he will be planted here today.

"Come on, Baizi painting, let me see how you kill me!"

Half a step and ten times become gods. Such cultivation aroused Chen Xiaoming's fighting spirit.

The extinguished flame in the eyes burned again, and the thousands of glowing fireflies in the hands flickered, slowly condensing the attack.

"Hum."

Bai Zihua drank coldly, the breaking mana in his body condensed, and the sound of the piano suddenly increased.

The terrible sound of the piano spread around. When Chen Xiaoming saw it, he had to pull out the sword in advance.

When a sword is wielded, the bright light of the sword will seize the world and directly cut through the sound wave.

But the Baizi painting turned a deaf ear to it and still stroked the Liuguang piano. The continuous transmission of sound waves gradually disappeared the sword.

"Master, be careful."

When the sound wave hit, Hua qiangu came back to his mind. He couldn't help reminding him eagerly. At the same time, he had a sense of regret in his heart. Maybe we shouldn't have saved them just now.

What Hua qiangu thinks in his heart, Chen Xiaoming doesn't know. He only knows now that he is in trouble.

Looking at his cold face, Chen Xiaoming could not see any angry Baizi painting. Chen Xiaoming looked more and more serious.