This sound immediately attracted the attention of Zhang Xuan and Quan Dingding.

It was Yang xingxia who attracted Zhang Xuan.

And attract all Ding Ding, it is that clear female voice.

"Little sister No, a benefactor is dead! Amitabha, be a monk All Ding Ding hands in front of the body, ten, "save a life is better than building a seven level putu, see injustice, poor monk can't sit back and ignore, bandit, accept life!"

Quan Ding Ding's greasy hands daubed the cassock a few times, then took the dust away. When the sky jumped, he drank: "bold demon, I can see that you are not human at a glance. Today I will let you show your true shape. Look at me

In the thick fog all over the sky, Quan Dingding just waved his own brush, and was cut off by a sharp sword.

In the oasis, Yang shoumu stands beside Yang xingxia and carries his hands behind him. He doesn't need any action at all. Just the sword Qi around him makes him have few rivals in Fu Shen realm.

Yang xingxia holds Xixia sword. Now he also has the power of Fu God. Under the guidance of Yang Shou's tomb, Yang xingxia easily engulfed two small heritages. At the moment, Yang xingxia focuses on the third one.

The five thousand year history of the hot summer, in which many outstanding people were born, has left more heritages than expected. However, the strength of these heritages is limited, and they can't suppress the fragments of evil spirits with their heroes, just like the Xixia and Loulan heritages, so it's not a recognition. In the eyes of many large-scale inheritors, such heritages can't be realized, The best tonic is that they can strengthen their own rations. As long as they devour a certain number of small heritages, they can wake up their inherited spirits and step into the realm of spiritual control.

Opposite Yang xingxia is a pair of similar combination with Xixia inheritance, a gray haired old woman. With a girl, the girl holding a pink fan, wearing a long skirt, in her early twenties, is in the prime of style, but now in the hands of Yang xingxia, with blood on her lips, she looks particularly embarrassed.

The old woman beside the girl was obviously the guardian of the girl. But compared with Yang Shou's tomb, the old woman's strength was much worse. After all, it's not just talk.

Before that, Yang shoumu lived for the inheritance of Xixia. When Yang xingxia inherited Xixia, Yang shoumu lived for Yang xingxia. What Yang xingxia said was what Yang shoumu wanted to do.

Quan Ding Ding's appearance interrupted the rhythm of Yang xingxia's attack on the girl, but it just interrupted the rhythm, under the sword of Yang Shou's tomb. Obviously, the whole Ding Ding Da Wei Tian long did not play a role.

"Whoa, whoa! Brave old thief, I'll take you! "

In front of the girl, Quan Ding broke out with unprecedented courage. In the middle of waving his arms, the dust in his hands instantly rose to more than ten meters long, and he wound around Yang Shou's tomb.

Yang Shou's tomb was standing there, and there was no movement in it. That more than ten meters of dust, inch by inch fracture.

"No! Recently, I've eaten too much meat. My Buddha is not working. The Dharma mantra has failed! "

Quan Ding Ding's face became extremely ugly.

"Where is the flower monk?" Yang Shou tomb a look at the whole Ding Ding this shape, you can see that this person is not serious, waved, rushed to Yang Shou tomb ordered, "kill."

Yang shoumu nodded slightly, stretched out his sword finger, and rushed to the tomb with a slight Ding Ding.

Under Yang shoumu's finger, Quan Dingding's face suddenly changed. He could feel the sharp attack around him. Just now that the appearance of courage, completely disappeared in this moment.

"Grandfather, don't kill me!" All of them knelt down in front of Yang Shou's tomb. "Sir, do you want to invest? I've got some good projects here. I'll guarantee you a steady profit. "

The girl originally saw the appearance of Quan Dingding, but she thought things would turn for the better. As a result, the monk appeared and knelt there in a few seconds.

"Nonsense." Yang Shou's grave gave a cold hum, and his sword finger kept on cutting all the pieces.

A cold awn came out of Yang Shou's tomb and went straight to Quan Ding. Just as the cold awn was about to hit Quan Ding, another cold awn came out of thin air and directly cut off Yang Shou's attack.

"Sword master!" Yang Shou's eyes suddenly looked in one direction. In the direction he was looking at, white swords covered the sky and came to Yang Shou's tomb.

Yang shoumu's eyes showed a solemn color, "the sword edge is condensed, with a kind of peaceful artistic conception. In this artistic conception, there is a belief of invincibility. Is the meaning of the sword in the legend..."

This is what Yang shoumu said. He also sent out countless swords.

Just as Yang Shou's tomb was wrestling with those swords, Zhang Xuan's figure suddenly flashed behind Quan Ding, carrying Quan Ding's back collar, "go!"

"Take my little sister No, take the benefactor with you When Quan Ding ran for his life, he didn't forget the ghost call.

The old woman beside the girl was not a fool. Seeing that Yang Shou's tomb was restrained, she immediately picked up the girl and said, "go!"

Zhang Xuan with all Ding Ding. The old woman with the girl, four people in the fog, toward the same direction.

"Benefactor, please follow me, Amitabha."It's a long story, but it happened in a flash.

When Yang Shou's tomb broke the sword, Zhang Xuan's four had completely disappeared in the fog.

Yang shoumu didn't rush to chase him. Instead, he looked at the place where the sword came and said, "who are you?"

There was no sound in the fog.

Yang shoumu continued: "your sword meaning, I've seen it in ancient books, but I didn't expect it to exist. Who did you learn from?"

There was still silence in the mist.

"What are you doing, old man! Everybody's gone Yang Xing looked at the place where the girl ran away, but she was not angry.

Yang Shou saw that there was no reply for a long time. He shook his head and said to Yang xingxia, "master, there are experts hiding in the dark."

"Master of bullshit." Yang xingxia disdained, "if you are really a master, you won't hide. You waste, you can let go of your prey. Come on, find her for me! I want not only her heritage, but also her people! "

Yang xingxia's eyes are full of strong possessiveness.

Yang shoumu bowed, "I will obey the name of my master."

Yang Shou's tomb felt a little bit, and then he took Yang xingxia into the fog. These fog could not stop the existence of people, cats and broken army, and naturally could not stop the existence of Yang Shou's tomb.

At this time, Yang Shou's tomb and Yang xingxia are still in the fog. There is only one purpose, which is hunting. This time, there are many inheritors. These inheritors are Yang xingxia's prey. He enjoys playing the hunter very much.

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