Chapter 1541

The magic gun thrown by Mu Xue is similar to the magic gun of the old devil, but its power and breath are far from each other.

This gun is made by the old devil of the moon for Moxue. It must be much better than the ordinary top-level ancient treasure.

The old man with pockmarked face saw the magic gun flying with lightning and thunder. His face was a little ugly, and he immediately threw out a white Kampa.

The white brocade handkerchief rose to hundreds of meters in the face of the storm. It covered the magic gun with lightning and defended most of the impact.

"Hiss!"

However, the old man of pockmarked son underestimated the power of Moxue's life magic weapon. The brocade handkerchief was actually torn by the tip of the magic gun. The magic gun wrapped by the brocade handkerchief had the potential to rush out of the brocade handkerchief.

Seeing that his top ancient treasure "quanyuanpa" was torn by a magic gun, the old man of pockmarked son was frightened and hurt. He shouted at another old man with black face: "second brother, what are you still doing? Hurry up!"

"Got it, big brother!"

The old man with black face stared at the towering and white legs of Mu Xue's chest. He gave a dirty smile and offered an ancient treasure in the shape of a fan.

"Gold fan, on!"

The old man with black face made a low drink in his mouth and slowly opened the magic weapon of fan.

"Hoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo!"

All of a sudden, a large number of golden threads are like a huge net, covering the whole person of Mu Xue.

Mu Xue's pretty face changed color. Before she could react, she was tightly bound up and down with golden threads, unable to move, and even her mental power was seriously hindered.

Originally, the blood colored magic gun that was about to pierce the trapped yuanpa became less powerful and shaky after losing its power response.

"No!"

Mu Xue says in her heart that she is not good. She struggles hard, but she can't get rid of these golden threads.

"Ha ha, my second brother did a good job." The hemp son old man saw Mu Xue's delicate appearance tied up, rubbed his hands excitedly, and rushed to Mu Xuefei like a wolf.

"Big brother, we can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Let's take this woman away first."

The old man with a black face said this on his mouth, and he couldn't wait to rush over, ready to touch two more.

Seeing two wretched old men swooping over, the rest of the yuan infantile friars in the battlefield fell into each other's anxious battle, unable to help themselves.

Mu Xue's face is white and her body is trembling. She would rather die than be humiliated. She is preparing for the birth of Yuan Ying.

"Shua Shua Shua!"

In the distance, there were several golden sword lights of extreme sharpness, which cut off the golden thread tied on Mu Xue's body.

The gold fan in the hands of the old man with black face roared and cracked directly.

"No, my gold fan!" The old man with black face had a violent drink, showing his expression of flesh pain.

Mu Xue regained her mobility. Her white neck was dripping with sweat, and her heart was throbbing. It was too late to see who saved her. She cried out: "thank you so much for your help!"

"Who? How dare you destroy my good deeds and my ancient treasure! " The black faced old man was furious.

"Death!"

In response, a lightning storm like a wave hit the old man with a strange speed.

A closer look shows that the red and gold lightning storm is actually formed by a large amount of sword light.

"Second brother, be careful!"

The old man of pockmarked son had a violent drink, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

There was a thundering sound. The old man with black face was strangled by the lightning storm of Jiuli sword array, and his body collapsed into a blood mist.

The old man with black face was killed as soon as he saw him face to face. The old man with pockmarked face was scared to death.

Mu Xue's eyes widened, and her face was full of shock. In the current battlefield, even the most powerful xuanyuanhong is unable to kill the friars in the early days of Yuanying so easily, right?

Yuan Ying, the old man with black face, flew out and fled out in terror.

The old man of pockmarked son was about to run away. A young man dressed in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him, summoned 81 sword lights, and attacked the old man of pockmarked son directly.

"No!"

The old man of pockmarked son took a breath of cold air and immediately offered the damaged Quan Yuan PA to protect himself, trying to resist the attack of these strange sword lights.

Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel.

"Boom!"

Zhuoyuan PA was crushed into powder by a lot of sword light without supporting him for half a second.

Then, 81 sword light went to the old man of pockmarked son.

"Ah!!!"

The old pockmarked man had no resistance, so he was hanged by the sword.

After the young man in white killed them, he looked back at Mu Xue.

"It's you!" Mu Xuejiao's body trembled, frightened and angry.

Didn't Shen Lang disappear six years ago? Why does it suddenly appear? The cultivation has broken through the middle period of Yuanying!

This man did some things to himself at the beginning, Mu Xue can't forget, always think of it with shame and annoyance.

Shen Lang has saved the life of the old devil. Mu Xue's hatred for him is not so strong, but it can't be forgotten.

"Miss Mu Xue, today Shen saved you once, and we owe each other nothing." Said Shen Lang lightly.

"Bastard, it's different for you to save me and offend me. I won't admit it!" Mu Xuejiao shouted, her pretty face turned red, and her mood suddenly rose.

Shen Lang is a little speechless, and the woman is too eager. He did do something too much to Mu Xue, but Shen Lang thought he had made up for it.

Maybe for mu Xue, some things will never be compensated.

"Let's talk about it later. Shen will clean up these East neighbors first."

After that, Shen Lang rushed into the battle group and took the lead in flying towards Jiang Hai.

Jiang Haizheng is offering a magic weapon to fight with an old man with a scar on his face. The battle is fierce.

Although Jiang Hai's supernatural power is not inferior to that of the other side, he is over 930 years old. His physical and mental strength are not as strong as that of the other side.

Seeing that the situation of this elder martial brother is not good, Shen Lang rushes to the past quickly, extends his right palm, and an ice crystal Hill rotates at a high speed in his palm.

"Iceberg mountain, go!"

With a low voice, Shen Lang throws the icy Soul Mountain in his hand towards the friar who has a scar on his face in the early days of Yuanying, and plays a spiritual power.

"Hum!"

Ice Soul Mountain suddenly expanded into a thousand meter high ice crystal mountain, with cold light everywhere.

"Ice Iceberg mountain! "

Seeing the ice crystal giant mountain coming, the scar old man was scared to his scalp. The friar in the Yuanying period in the East naturally knew the ice Soul Mountain, one of the three greatest treasures in the East.

Scar old man had no time to think about why Bingpo mountain was in the hands of Yunjian people. In panic, he offered a magic weapon to resist the collision of Bingpo mountain.

However, there is no use for eggs. The huge icy mountain has not been shaken at all.

Then, the scar elder felt the terror power of Bingpo mountain from zero distance, and his body directly broke into ice slag.

Shen Lang took a sigh of relief and smiled at Jiang Hai not far away: "elder martial brother Jiang, long time no see."