Chapter 1611

Bang, bang, Bang... Claw shadows grabbed and hit the green tripod one after another. Xiang Kuang's body shook inside, and his chest was as uncomfortable as being hit by a big stone. At this time, a green rope came around from under Xiang Kuang. When the ice soul ghost corpse attacked Xiang Kuang, it twined around the feet of the ice soul ghost corpse like lightning.

The speed of the ice soul ghost corpse is not slow, and the body is shaking in the air like a ghost. Although the green rope is fast, there is no way to avoid the ice soul ghost corpse. Xiang Huaxin frowned. Unexpectedly, he couldn't help the ghost corpse. It seems that Xiang Kuang's cultivation is low, but he can breathe a little relieved by his defense.

The idea of Xiang Huaxin had just started, and the little Flamingo had suddenly disappeared from the top right of Xiang Kuang with an amazing light of fire. When they reappeared, under the waving of their wings, more than ten fire snakes transformed by the Vatican fire flew in the air. The area where these ten fire snakes appeared sealed the activity space of the ice soul ghost corpse in a relatively small range.

The ice soul ghost corpse screamed again. Naturally, he was unwilling to be blocked. He opened his mouth and spit out. His tongue was like a sharp arrow and shot at the small fire crow. At the same time, under the continuous grasp of his hands, the spirit snakes transformed by the Brahma real fire in the air were caught one after another. However, the fire snake did not die directly like ordinary creatures. On the contrary, under the control of the little fire crow, it twisted strangely and wound around the body of the ice soul ghost. Vatican true fire is the holy flame of Buddhism and Taoism. The Buddha breath contained in it has a natural restraining effect on the family of corpses and ghosts. Even if the ice soul ghost corpse is a god level ghost corpse, it is also disgusted with this kind of Fanluo true fire.

Under the magical fire power of the little fire crow, the ice soul ghost corpse that was slightly delayed by the fire spirit snake naturally slowed down a bit. This was not fatal, but Xiang Huaxin, who had not succeeded just now, was overjoyed. The empty green rope also seized this rare opportunity and entangled the legs of the ice soul ghost corpse.

Bang! Xiang Kuang also had a good chance to catch the fighter. Almost while qingsuo entangled the ice soul ghost corpse's legs, Xiang Kuang collided with the green tripod. The huge impact would not hurt the ghost corpse, but let the ice soul ghost corpse whose action had been restrained suddenly stumble.

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When the strong fight, life and death are in an instant. The ice soul ghost corpse can only compete with Xiang Huaxin for so long. At this time, with the addition of Xiang crazy and small fire crow, the balance that originally tended to be balanced was broken in an instant. Qingfeng sword also caught this rare moment and flashed from the neck of ice soul ghost corpse. The head of the ferocious ghost corpse was cut off by the green blade sword.

This trauma is still not fatal to the ice soul ghost corpse. The cut head flew in the air and wanted to be one with the body again. The Vatican fire in the canopy wrapped its head directly. Xiang Huaxin dragged the other end of the green rope with one hand and the headless corpse of the ice soul ghost corpse. The green sword took the opportunity to cut back and forth.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang. The ice soul ghost corpse screamed.

Bang! Lu Xiaotian's hands were in a fight, and his body was hit back in the illusion by the dark wind axe. A thread of blood escaped from the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth. At the cost of injury, Lu Xiaotian blocked the dark wind Tomahawk that wanted to break the illusion again. Mirage was successfully repaired again.

"Ha ha, Dongfang boy, I'm coming." Xiang Kuang made great achievements in killing the ice soul ghost corpse. At this time, with high confidence, he rushed to the dreamland where Lu Xiaotian was.

Xiang Hua's heart pulled out of the corner of his mouth and even he had to call Lu Xiaoyou. In front of him, the Yuan Ying friar was not something that he, the God turning friar, could despise. Instead, Xiang Kuang could shout and shout like this, and the other party was not angry at all.

"Come on, master Xiang, stop the ghost axe quickly and we will win half the war." Lu Xiaotian reached out and waved, and Senluo dreamland automatically opened a gap. Xiang Kuang, Xiang Huaxin and Xiang Qingcheng were put in respectively. It was a small fire crow. He didn't need to do so at all. The blue and white fire flashing in his eyes had rushed in directly.

"OK! I'll lock the ghost axe with a green rope later. If the ghost axe resists, Xiang Kuang will block it. Let's attack the ghost axe separately. Without the control of the purple crocodile ghost king, it's no problem to clean up the ghost axe." Xiang Huaxin immediately made an arrangement. The long blue rope in his hand rolled in the air like a spirit snake and quickly wound around the dark wind and axe.

The dark wind Tomahawk realized Xiang Huaxin's move and immediately made a fierce and brilliant work. He turned in the air and cut several times in the void.

"What a powerful ghost axe, Xiang crazy, come on!"

Xiang Hua's heart was shocked when he received the number of Ming Feng's tomahawks, and the green sword shot head-on. The clang clang clang collided fiercely with the Ming Feng's Tomahawk. In the twinkling of an eye, they collided hundreds of times. The originally sharp green blade sword shook a little under the edge of the dark wind Tomahawk. A weak successor.

"Coming!" Xiang Feng, with a big green tripod, blocked several records for Qingfeng sword, which gave Qingfeng sword a valuable breathing opportunity.

The fierce flame of the ghost axe is so strong. It's called Dongfang or Lu Xiaotian who can trap the ghost axe for so long. How good should it be to display the secret method of illusion or treasure? Xiang Hua involuntarily came up with such an idea in his mind.

"Quack, quack..." the little fire crow waved his wings with a rare dignified look. All the Vatican real fire turned into two not too thick flame pillars, one left and one right, intertwined with each other.

Bang, Xiang Kuang was shocked by the battle axe of the nether wind and flew out tens of feet, and his eyes were dark. Even the blue tripod on top was shaking violently.

"I'll come." Lu Xiaotian gritted his teeth. Before, he just trapped the dark wind Tomahawk by using the dreamland. Similarly, he couldn't do anything about this ghost thing. Now it seems that the power of the ghost is far beyond imagination. If you don't take it seriously, this stalemate will continue all the time.

At present, there is Xiang Huaxin, an old monster who turns God, and there is always a glimmer of hope.

A toad's cry rang through the Senluo dreamland, and a powerful force suddenly jumped up all over Lu Xiaotian's body. The power of blood gang was almost in the riot. The Green Toad's old strange god level spirit enriched his body for an unprecedented period of time.

"Old Green Toad monster!" Xiang Hua almost thought the old Green Toad monster appeared. I saw the huge green toad virtual shadow in front of me suddenly jump in the air, and the huge tongue spit out, and suddenly rolled the handle of the netherworld wind battle axe.

"Master Xiang, do it!" Lu Xiaotian drank violently. The spirit of the blue toad old monster is a consumable, and there is no place to replenish it when it is used up. More consumption is enough to make people hurt.

"Good!" after Xiang Hua's heart missed his Hubei, he saw that the dark wind Tomahawk was rolled up, and the long blue rope was wrapped up like a foot to the bone. Together with Lu Xiaotian, control the dark wind Tomahawk and prevent it from counterattack. At the same time, the attack of Qingfeng sword fell on the axe surface of the dark wind Tomahawk like rain. A pillar of flame made by a small Flamingo with a van Gogh real fire. The five color Jiaotou staff offered by Xiang Kuang and the power of the rune array played by Xiang Qingcheng fell on the netherworld Tomahawk one after another.