Chapter 261: Hands on

‘It seems Daoyou Zhao is over. ’
The small monks such as Feng An and Qing Mei, the master of Bishuimen, sighed in their hearts and made a judgment.
Regardless of whether it is the White Tiger Sect and the players, it is not a good thing in their hearts, it is best to lose both sides, and the best outcome is to die together.
However, it is also necessary to consider the Heavenly Demon Sect. Only after these large sects are destroyed, can these small sects swallow their bodies and grow into a real large sect, and an individual can become a Yuan Ying monk with a thousand years of life.
It's a pity that all of this can only exist in a dream in my heart, and I must be cautious before seeing hope and dare not take a step beyond the thunder pond.
In contrast, these seemingly poor and weak extraterritorial demon are immortal and have countless chances to come back, which is really enviable and jealous.
On the bright side, Shen Lang, the golden core monk holding the magic weapon of his life, gave a thunderous blow, and secretly there was a golden core peak suppressed with divine consciousness, and there were even more powerful golden core monks watching them. Helping on the sidelines, but also makes people see little hope.
At this moment, Zhao Shi, who was in the encircling net of layers, suddenly spoke softly: "Hands."
Shen Lang and his son were taken aback, start? What do you do?
At the moment when Zhao Shi spoke, the mana of Yuan Qianjun and Zhou Bihu and other kings moved at the same time, revealing their various natural magic weapons, Zhou Bihu’s weak grass, the white bones of the night bone crown, the Phoenix fire’s phoenix leaves, etc. Complementing each other, they exude a huge aura that is unimaginable for the Qi refiner.
What's more important is that Guanghua has different forms and structures, and the threat is only the condensed realm, but the combination of the original Qianjun's dark devilish energy changes in an instant, and it becomes a delicate and dangerous whole, forming a condensed realm. Unimaginable power of the monk.
A quaint black Fangtian painted halberd appeared in Yuan Qianjun's hand. He didn't say much. He carried the power of the kings of the Southern Territory and slashed at Shen Lang, forming a colorful sword light, and the spirit of heaven and earth responded spontaneously. , Increasing this blow to an extremely powerful point, the Jindan monks were also afraid of it.
Shen Lang showed a look of horror. He attacked Zhao Shi with a magic weapon of life, and at the same time he was most vulnerable. The life-saving means his father gave him before could not withstand such a powerful blow.
If it is outside, Shen Lang will undoubtedly die.
But here, even though it was impossible for those Xiaozong Jindan to help Shen Lang, Shen Junlin was also held back for a moment, unable to use his strength, but there were still people.
"Brother Jianhu Dao!" Shen Junlin's divine consciousness sound transmission speeds. "Out-of-territory demon, born lowly, should be extinct, shouldn't give them any chance!"
The killing intent in his heart rises violently, these extraterritorial celestial demons are so unified in their hands, he knows that their previous threats of differentiation have become a joke.
Tian Ming, who had been silently by his side, showed excitement when he saw this. After this time the external demon's collective action against the water, it is impossible for these sects to accept the external demon. Although the process is not very good, it exterminates the external demon. The task is finally completed.
Sword Lake nodded slightly, a handle of emerald green, not metal, like a whole spiritual maple branch carved into a flying sword. The green sword light flashed, and it seemed that the mighty and mighty colorful brilliance of the sword was instantly cut off, without even a wave of waves. set off.
"ridiculous!"
Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhao Shi with a mocking look, and then at the scene where he was full of despair and turned into a ball of meat sauce.
To Shen Lang's expectation, the desperate looking for things just smiled at him, and then exploded with a bang, and the flesh and blood burst into the sky, causing the white tiger killing sword formed by the white jade seal of his natal magic weapon to rush into the air in the next moment. , The same is true of his father's consciousness.
"Self-killed?" Shen Lang and his son were stunned at the same time, feeling dreamy and incredible. In order to avoid being killed by the enemy, they committed suicide?
"No, Lang'er be careful!" Shen Junlin's expression suddenly changed.
The next moment, around Shen Lang, the tiny dust-like red dots suddenly lit up in the place where Zhao Shi had passed by. From small to large, they turned into countless inches of red sword light that pierced Shen Lang. Go, the dazzling red light filled people, making people unable to open their eyes.
The red sword is dense and dense. I don’t know how long it has been accumulated. The tiny form of sword energy has even been hidden from the many powerful golden core cultivators present. Zhao Shi, who is the pinnacle of Qi refining, reveals a body that far exceeds the golden core present. The kendo cultivation base.
In a twinkling of an eye, Shen Lang, who was still complacent just now, was surrounded by layers of dangerous red sword lights.
"Do not!"
Boom!
The shield he made up was as fragile as paper, and it was broken in an instant, attacking him who was unprotected. At this moment, Jianhu was still killing Yuan Qianjun and their attacks, and his father was still dealing with Zhao. Shi's fake body, no one around can rescue him.
No, there are still some. The elder Baihuzong who has been around Shen Junlin hasn't paid attention to him before, and his presence is not strong, but it doesn't mean that he can ignore his mid-level Golden Core cultivation.
"Brother!" Shen Junlin shouted, with a sense of survival from a desperate situation.
"Relax, Junior Brother."
The old Baihuzong Jindan spoke with a sense of sluggishness that is unique to the elderly, but he did not slow down at all, and he was not in a hurry to act on Zhao Shi and others. With a desperate face, Shen Lang placed three layers of shields on his body to make sure he was worry-free.
Yuan Qianjun and the others showed disappointment when they saw this. Naturally, they would not ignore the existence of this white tiger sect golden pill, but there were only so many powers, and it was their limit to be able to do so.
"Prepare for the expedition, everyone." Yuan Qianjun said lightly, without seeing any frustration. The success rate of Xiaobo Da is not high, and such a scene is also expected.
What his original Qianjun is really good at is still bullying the less with more and overpowering others with power. This kind of act of ignoring the poor is the icing on the cake.
The dense red sword aura hit the protective shield under the old white tiger sect in vain, and half of the sword aura only dimmed the first layer of shield, which was really hopeless.
Shen Lang's expression of horror relaxed, covered with a gloomy color, full of fear, this time he almost died, with his father's care, it has always been smooth and smooth, so he has experienced such things.
"You are dead, I will kill you a hundred times, a thousand times." His face was vicious: "Don't you like the of Chi Yaoyue? I will cut her a thousand times and kill her every inch of you. Pump your soul and refine your soul."
"Who? Who dares to do this? Aren't you afraid of Manzong's extinction?" The old white tiger sect, with a slow face, suddenly yelled, extremely gloomy.
Shen Lang didn't know why, just about to say something, the shield that surrounded him so tightly around him suddenly and silently cracked a mouthful of rice-sized holes.
Before he could react, the red sword aura around him quickly poured into the shield, turning the still sullen face of Shen Lang into a ball of meat sauce, and his soul was destroyed.
The red sword qi had no effect on anything other than the flesh and soul, and only a thin white robe fell to the ground.