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At the moment, the huge dark gold sword idea turned into a powerful storm, which was raging around Hongling. The violent air machine constantly blows up the sand and stone on the ground, making the whole dense forest suddenly become haze. Such a terrible momentum made the five fairyland friars frown, "ha ha ha, I didn't expect that this boy is still a stubble!" The monk with a big axe suddenly grinned grimly. His evil spirit and Qi machine intertwined, and he lifted his feet into the storm. "Only in this way can it be interesting. The more indomitable the imp is, the more fun it will be to defeat him!"

"After you beat his woman, you'll make it in front of him." Some people laugh jokingly, and the tone is full of appreciation, "you are a bad guy, and you can do such a stimulating thing!"

"Well, of course, I'm an old hand!" The monk's axe was more powerful, and he ignored the erosion of the storm. "However, you guys, which time did you not enjoy yourself? I remember that a few days ago, those little beauties died under the rough means of you guys! This time, I'm afraid it's no exception! "

"Be careful!" A cold drink suddenly came from afar, which made the monk with a big axe look cold.

Hiss! The dark gold sword light flashed through the void, and instantly crossed the axe. The friar, who was still grinning grimly, had some difficulty with his throat and looked down at the axe in his hand. This magic weapon, which is melted by precious metal, is slowly weathering under the erosion of a ray of dark gold sword.

A trace of pain, like a long needle, suddenly came from the center of the eyebrow and spread to the abdomen along the center of the eyebrow. Come on! The monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a tiny blood line appeared on his body. Originally raging storm, suddenly tore his body, tearing it in two along the blood line.

"Fourth brother!" The monk holding the long bow suddenly roared. The long bow in his hand quickly pulled into the full moon and shot out a long blue arrow.

With the strong wind system law, the sharp arrow broke through the air storm around Hong Ling and shot at his throat. This powerful arrow even directly scattered the air storm. Such a powerful arrow is absolutely capable of killing a monk in fairyland.

"You call him the fourth brother. It seems that you are the fifth in the list?" Hong Ling turned her head and gently pointed her left finger towards the void. A wisp of dark gold sword idea rushed out from his fingertips and collided with the long sword.

Bang! The arrow and the force of the law of the wind system on it crumbled into nothingness in an instant. It was so easy to smash this man's arrow, which made the pupil of the three monks watching the war coagulate. How can this monk in white be so strong?

"If you dare to kill my fourth brother, how can you kill him?" The monk holding the long bow was furious, and again put an arrow on the bow string. "Fourth brother, he is so kind. I'll let everything happen. How dare you kill him!"

Hum! In the void, there was a sword chanting, and then a sharp sword point with blood came out from the back of the man's head. Hong Ling slowly pulled out the sword, looked at the blood bead that fell along the body of the sword with disgust on his face, and suddenly shocked the Qi machine. Bang! The monk's head was instantly shattered by his Qi.

"I dare not only to kill him, but also to kill you!" He threw the sword in the air, and the sticky meat on it snapped on a rock, letting it explode into a gorgeous blood flower.

"Damn it, this guy is not an ordinary Skywalker. He was able to kill the fourth and fifth in the middle of fairyland. This son must have been a powerful demon before The strongest monk, at this time, secretly resented that he should not have been so careless. If they were the masters earlier, maybe the fourth and the fifth would not die.

"Big brother, let me fight with my third brother!" The monk, who was in the later stage of fairyland, had a look at another monk who had just entered the fairyland later period. At the same time, he shot at Hong Ling.

Both of them are masters with long knives. At the moment of their hand, the two great swords rose to the sky at the same time, interwoven into a virtual blood knife in the void. Drink! At the same time, they are driving the two men to the front.

"Well? The art of joint attack? " Hongling stares at the falling huge blood knife, and then uses her divine sense to capture the two disappeared figures, and frowns slightly.

He took Zixiao sword to a sword flower and raised his hand to lift it. Hiss! A dark golden arc sword Qi quickly broke through the air and broke through the air. The falling blood knife was smashed with a flash of explosion. Such a shocking scene made the monk look cold.

"Second brother and third brother, go away, don't get close to him!"

"It's too late to remind them now!" With a sneer, Hong Ling suddenly reversed her sword and stabbed her back.

Hiss! The slanting blade pierced the heart of the second Friar and poked out from his back. The bright red blood slides down along the body of the sword, which makes the man's eyes widened and looks at Hong Ling reluctantly.

"You seem to have something to say to me?" Hong Ling looked at him suspiciously and suddenly shook his sword. "It's a pity that I'm too lazy to listen!"

Boom! Taking this man's heart as the center, the monk was suddenly blown to pieces by the air. At the moment when these fragments shot off, a figure quickly withdrew from Hong Ling's side.

"You still want to go. Do you want to fight Baisu?" Hong Ling shook her head and flung the sword.Another bloody voice sounded, purple sky across the void, suddenly nailed into the spine of this person. It broke empty with the monk, quickly nailed to a huge rock. Without the manipulation of Hongling, a huge sword meaning gushed from the sword, which directly crushed the nailed monk into nothingness.

Hongling reaches out and grabs it from afar, and then takes back the sword nailed on the rock. He held the sword and quietly looked at the distant monk with a gloomy face. For the time being, he didn't mean to make a move.

"Who are you The middle-aged monk now mobilized all his accomplishments at the peak of fairyland and made his breath incomparably thick. A sword in his hand was also humming, and its edge was as bright as the sun.

"We?" Hongling flicked her fingers on the Zixiao sword, and with a jingle, the distant sound of metal chattering came out far away. "Naturally, you are the lower bound ascender with treasure!"

Hum! The monk snorted coldly, and his eyes were full of coldness, "I am a disciple of the great forces in the fairyland. Killing me will not do you any good!"

"Is that so?" Hong Ling raised her head, and her eyes were full of banter. "But if you don't kill you, it seems that it's not good for us either."

"I am a disciple of Changsheng palace. If you move me, you will be against Changsheng palace! In front of the palace of longevity, there is only one way for you to die The monk glared at Hong Ling. The expression quickly calmed down, "hand over your treasures. You two have served me as slaves for a hundred years. I can let you go!"

"You really dare to mention anything!" Hongling some boring holding forehead, looking at the monk in general, "you think, moving out of Changsheng palace, you can do whatever you want?"

"What he said is right. If you move out of Changsheng palace, you can do whatever you want! I advise you, you'd better be a slave with your companion for a hundred years The monk did not answer, and suddenly a group of people came out of the forest in the distance.

"The people of fairyland! What do you want to do here? " The monk at the peak of fairyland frowned and looked at the pedestrian with some displeasure.

There are as many as 13 people in the evening fairy city. Besides, there are three monks in the ghost fairyland. The rest are monks who are at the peak of fairyland. They are here at this time and will never be kind.

"Why, if my family appears in the territory under my control, should I report it to Zhao he, the outside disciple of Changsheng hall?" A young man holding a folding fan was smiling at the monk, and his eyes were full of banter. "You five guys, this time it seems that you have met with a stubble. It's really retribution!"

"Yeburn, what do you mean. If you think that you are the young master of the twilight fairy City, can you ignore my Longevity Palace Zhao he looked at the night Ember with displeasure on his face and said in a deep voice: "what are you, do you want me to say it?"

"Zhao he, if you talk too much, I may help these two kill you!" Night ember snapped up the folding fan, and his eyes flashed with killing intention, "if you take care of your mouth, then I only need the sword on this boy's hand. His life, and everything else, is still yours

Hongling looked at the scene in front of her, then looked at Bai Su who came to her side, and gave her an embarrassed smile. It seems that the two of them have been ignored since the appearance of these guys in the twilight fairy city! This kind of feeling is really let people miss it!

"Well! Patronizing and talking, I didn't expect there was such a beautiful beauty here Night ember opened the folding fan again, and said with a gentle smile at Bai Su: "in the evening at night, the young city Lord Yejin of Yexian City, may I ask the girl's name?"

"You can't ask for advice!" Bai Su didn't even lift her head, but she was boring knitting Hongling's hair.

"Well?" Night ember eyebrow a pick, seem to have some accident, "the girl is sure is talking with me?"

"Bitch! My childe asked you something. I don't want to get down on my knees and answer A monk of ghost fairyland saw that Bai Su didn't reply, and night ember's face began to become gloomy, and then he stepped out to drink and curse.

"My husband, he scolded me. What do you say?" Bai Suhu hugged Hongling's arm, pressed it on his chest, and breathed a white breath in his ear.

"Simple!" Hongling reached out and handed her Zixiao sword, indicating her to take it. It was a flash.

Bang! A loud slap in the face, the night ashes fly out. On his face, there is also a crimson palm print. No one thought that the monk in white would dare to slap the young city Lord of the evening fairy city.

"Dare you hit me?" Night ember struggling to stand up, eyes in a few want to spurt fire. He stares at Hong Ling, his body coagulates a huge killing intention, "boy, from small to big, no one dares to slap me in the face. How dare you beat me? Do you want to die

"It doesn't matter if no one hits you from childhood to adulthood." Hong Ling looked at him calmly, but his breath didn't show, "isn't there now! I'll tell you that the subordinate who spoke rudely just now will kneel down and I will not slap you in the face any more! "

"You dream!" Night ember suddenly angrily drinks, "I will certainly kill you!"

Bang! Another slap in the face blinded the young master of the twilight fairy city. He looked at Hong Ling blankly, his eyes full of disbelief."Let him kneel down, or he will beat you!" Hong Ling looked at the little city Lord of the ghost fairyland with a smile, and her eyes were full of cold.

"You can kill me, but you can't disgrace me. If you dream, my night ember will die, too..."

Bang! Another slap in the face, the night ember turned over and flew again.

"If you die, you will be beaten before you die! Is your subordinate kneeling or not? " Hongling stood with a negative hand and didn't care about the tears falling from the corner of night ember's eyes.

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