Chapter 690

The appearance of ghost crying rattan king is the same as ghost crying rattan.

But hundreds of times bigger.

It is 100 meters long and the thickness of a bucket is the same.

The whole body is glittering with green glow, and each vine leaf is crystal clear.

However, at the top of the vine, there is a huge mouth full of sharp teeth.

Because it swallowed many practitioners coated with poison.

At the moment, the blood vine king was paralyzed and paralyzed in the blood vine.

It looks like you can pick it.

"Good chance!"

Yang Xu's eyes lit up:

When will we wait if we don't hunt the blood vine king at this time?

Just half a meter, whoosh.

A figure in white stopped in front of him.

Yang Xu's eyes were cold:

"What do you mean? Don't delay me, go away!"

The rosefinch in red suddenly sank in his heart, and his beautiful eyes flashed a trace of anxiety.

But more accidents:

"Bu Jingyu, come back quickly. Now is not the time to challenge!"

However.

With the first refusal.

This time, bu Jingyu ignored her words directly.

He stood in front of Yang Xu and did not give in. He smiled and said:

"My name is bu Jingyu. I'm your competitor. You... Boom!"

Yang Xu blew over with a knife:

"I don't care what your mother's name is. Step startles feather and step startles hair! Stop me from doing things again and chop you alive!"

Boom!

The blood colored Sabre light cleaved to the step and startled the feather.

Poof!

Split it in two.

Yangxu blinked and flashed around the king of blood rattan.

Behind him, the step startled the feather, and a crystal clear little clock suddenly appeared in the body.

There is a Pisces rotation above the small clock:

Brush.

Step startled feather instantly restored to its original state.

Yang Xu's eyes were full of banter:

"The knife technique is pretty good. It's a pity it can't hurt me."

Hum.

He was wrapped in a crystal clock.

Over the crystal clock, a picture of Liangyi and Pisces slowly rotates and sprinkles divine light.

However.

Yangxu ignored him at all.

Eyes fixed on the ghost crying blood rattan King:

"System, how to charge this thing?"

[Ding!]

[if the spirit of the ghost crying rattan king is not destroyed, it will take ten minutes to collect it completely!]

"Ten minutes? So many people, whether they or the only one in heaven, will never let me touch it for ten minutes."

"What's more, whether its paralytic toxicity can last ten minutes is unknown."

At this point.

Dong!

Bu Jingyu, who was ignored by Yang Xu, was finally angered.

"Rosefinch doesn't look up to me. Even you dare to ignore me! Is my step startling feather so insignificant!"

A trace of anger flashed in Bu Jingyu's eyes, and the Liangyi crystal clock rotated rapidly:

Boom!

Two crystal bell phantoms kill Xiang Yangxu severely.

"Bu Jingyu is too anxious. The Liangyi crystal clock has not fully integrated with him. How can he be so impulsive!"

Rao is a rosefinch whose mind is very human. At the moment, he can't help worrying.

Vaguely disappointed.

"You fucking want to die!"

Yangxu is worried that Bu Jingyu will hurt the blood vine king, and the blood silence knife cuts twice.

Boom!

The phantom of the crystal clock burst.

Yang Xushan now steps in front of Jingyu:

"You want to fight, don't you? I'll help you!"

The blood silence Sabre's light flashes with different steps of startling feather reaction:

"Three knives" perfect magic, the first knife!

Thousands of knives!

Rolling blade shadow, chop left and right.

If a thousand knives are used up, ten knives are followed by ten knives.

A hundred knives followed by a hundred knives.

Bu Jingyu was wrapped by a heavy knife.

Dangdang!

His Liangyi crystal clock was attacked by thousands of knives in an instant.

Pop!

The Liangyi crystal clock broke.

Poof poof!

Bu Jingyu was beheaded, broken feet and cut hands.

Reduced to a lump of rotten meat.

But strangely enough.

The crystal clear little clock was suspended in the air.

The Pisces figure above rotates slowly and falls on the lump of flesh and blood, brushing and pulling.

Bu Jingyu recovers again!

"Is that all you can do? Don't fool me with the sword technique. Where are your other cards? Let me see their power."

Bu Jingyu looked flat.

The rosefinch at the moment, let alone disappointed:

When did Bu Jingyu become so impulsive?

"Hehe, is this the boy you like? Lack of spirit."

I don't know when an old man appeared quietly around the rosefinch.

White hair, white beard, holding eye bags in his mouth, a pair of bulging turbid eyes, squinting and looking at Bu Jingyu.

But more eyes fell on Yang Xu:

"This boy is the Yang Xu they like?"

The old man's eyes were very vague and glanced at the hot and full parts of the rosefinch.

"Old turtle, don't make trouble! Go and stop the boy!"

I don't know whether she wants Xuanwu to stop Yangxu or startle Yu.

"Don't worry. Let the boy suffer. He even gave him Liangyi crystal clock. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be able to stand your expectations for him."

Xuanwu took a mouthful of dry smoke. His turbid eyes stared at the rising sun and flashed over the fine awn slightly:

"It's the rising sun. It's commendable. In my opinion, he should learn the sabre technique soon. Although he is not proficient, every Sabre shows a momentum of courage!"

"Green dragon and white tiger, their eyes are really good."

At this point.

Xuanwu's eyes suddenly flashed:

Brush!

He looked in a certain direction.

The leader of flying eagle sect not far away also looks in the same direction if he feels it:

"Hmm? The boy of the Xiao family is coming so soon?"

The leader of Feiying sect glanced at Yang Xu. Bu Jingyu's brown sugar is still pestering Yang Xu.

"Flame fist!"

A fist shakes and flies out of the step, startling the feather.

Yang Xu flashed in front of the blood vine King:

"System, collect the blood rattan king immediately!"

Boom!

A green light burst.

The rising sun took three big steps back.

The dust and smoke dispersed, and the feather arrow with thick thumb was inserted in the center of the pit with a diameter of five meters, buzzing and trembling.

"Oh, Yangxu, you're a little anxious. The ghost crying king of blood vine is the prey I've been staring at for a long time, but I can't give it to you."

In mid air.

A pale young man, dressed in black and holding a black umbrella, stood in mid air.

"It's the little Lord!"

"Here comes the young master!"

All the practitioners of the Xiao family were overjoyed.

Some who recognized Xiao Qianxi's identity also changed slightly:

"It's the monster of the Xiao family!"

"Why did he come to guitengdaze again? He's been making trouble here for a while!"

"Be careful, everyone. The cultivator of Dragon Seal 9 is not Xiao Qianxi's opponent at all!"

"He is no longer the sick child before!"

The practitioners couldn't help sighing.

Looking at Xiao Qianxi's eyes, he was full of horror and fear.

It is conceivable that Xiao Qianxi brought them such a shock and awe on those previous occasions!

The Xiao family all showed pride.

The little Lord is powerful and frightening. They also have face.

But now they find out.

The young master is condescending and stares at Yangxu.

The hatred in the eyes overflowed like water.