Chapter 1145: 2.581 Perplexed

Chapter 1145 2.581 Infatuated
"Master, you have to be obsessed! Let Heng Lao kill this woman, you go back with us!"
"No!" Ding Yun was so anxious that he knew what the two old ghosts were doing.
That was the practice suppressed by the fourth-level spiritual master. Xiao Muzi was definitely not Heng Lao's opponent.
"I'll just go with you, let her go!" Ding Yun sighed, "Let her go!"
Heng Lao, holding a large scissors, shook his head. "Sorry for the young master, this is the order of the wife. Today the old man will leave this woman's life here."
Having said that, Heng Lao stepped up the offensive in his hands, a large pair of scissors turned upside down, braving the fierce force, straight cut to the small neck of the tree.
Qiaomu turned around for four or five circles, frowning Xiu brows unhappyly, and stared coldly at the big scissors pointing to her throat.
"Yeah." Yu Bai's little hand was in direct contact with the big scissors, and a spark of metal was wiped out.
The old man was suddenly shocked, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "How could this be?"
The woman could actually collide with his mystery with bare hands.
In deep thought, Qiaomu patted his scissors with a ruler, raised three six diamond-shaped snow flakes and flew over. "He" split the two trees beside the old man, and the upper part of the tree fell down.
Seeing that it would be pressed on the old man, Heng Lao suddenly flew out and blasted the fallen tree body into pieces.
"I really look down on you!" The old man's body fluttered with a touch of spiritual strength and pulsation, which belonged to the fourth-level spiritual master's practice. He soared in an inch, suddenly protruded a black paw, and grabbed the tree shoulder .
When the old man who stabilized Ding Yun saw this, a flash of ruthlessness flashed between his eyebrows, and he jumped up, throwing a sword from behind the tree, approaching straight.
"Two guardians!" Ding Jiaozhu stared at the scene with eagerness, and his body passed faster than his brain.
She yanked across the small body of Qiaomu and turned to press her beside her.
One of the swords in Dharma's hand was too late to be retrieved, and after a quick slap, he opened a hole on the back of Ding Jiaozhu.
Heng Lao's eyes narrowed, and he immediately took a step forward to check his injury, "Young Master!"
The other person hurriedly withdrew the sword and bent forward in amazement. "How are you, Master?"
Ding Yun lay there with his face down, without moving for a long time.
But the two defenders were dying. One reached out and helped him to turn around, and the other hurriedly hurriedly called, "Young Master, Young Master!"
Deep in the bottom of his eyes blocked by hair, Ding Yun swept across a trace of cold mang.
Suddenly a burst of light from his hands burst into his hands, his left and right punches banged directly on the waist of the two defenders.
Hearing only two sounds of "click", the two old guardians stared at each other, and were hit hard by the fist wind, hitting their waist and abdomen.
They didn't expect that the young master would start them suddenly.
After Ding Yun's successful blow, the man quickly stood up, kicked with his toes, picked up a sword dropped by the guardian, without blinking, and the sword light rose sharply, sliding across the necks of the two guardians.
Two very thin blood lines followed on the necks of the two altar defenders.
When they died, they were angry and opened a pair of dead fish eyes. They didn't figure out why the young master would kill them.
(End of this chapter)