Chapter 4003

Name：Supreme Soaring Immortal Author：Jin Lingdong 金铃动
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"Hum..."

After Xiang Jiao's body returned to normal, his flesh and blood were more closely linked with the demon lord's flesh and blood, one layer of strength superimposed on another, the skeletal muscles were more closely linked, and the violent force broke out from his body.

"Boom..."

Two people collide again, Qin Shuang's body can't help regressing, stepping on the earth, rumbling.

On the list of Taixu Immortal Emperor, Xiang Jiao's name leaped over Qin Shuang and occupied two drumsticks, which was very strange. For a while, all drumsticks were strong, for a while, all drumsticks were soft, for a while, one drumsticks were strong, and another drumsticks were soft.

"Master, how can Qin Shuang get rid of this disadvantage?" Another immortal asked.

The man looked up at Qin Shuang, who was already in a hurry. Be completely suppressed by Xiang Jiao. It seemed that the fist could not bear the attack of drumstick, and the corner of the mouth had oozed blood.

"Xiang Jiao's attack has gradually become a net. If Qin Shuang wants to get rid of this disadvantage, he must rush out before Xiang Jiao's drumsticks become a net. Then use the speed to circle with each other. "

"Quick?"

"Yes! That's fast! Use speed to make up for Xianbao. "

"Whoosh..."

Qin Shuang stepped out of the empty step and wanted to rush out of the gap which was completely formed into a net.

But

But a drumstick came head on.

"Boom..."

Qin Shuang blows his fist in a hurry and collides with the drumstick. The gap disappears. Qin Shuang is shrouded in the net again.

"Boom boom..."

Qin Shuang Quan waves, repelling drumsticks again and again. The five elements armored spirit began to become weak, and the blood from the corners of Qin's mouth was more and more, and the injury on her body was more and more serious. The constant collision made her hurt even more.

"Master, I can't hold on any longer." The five elements' armor spirit wailed.

"Bang!"

With the sound of sword, Qin Shuang gives a sacrifice of exquisite sword.

"Bang!"

Qin feet rooted in the earth, the hands of exquisite sword waving, accurate impact on the dense drumsticks.

"Qiang Qiang..."

In the eyes of the monks, they were surprised that they were moving too fast. They thought that they were moving too fast and connected into a net. The net is getting tighter and tighter.

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