Chapter 142: Banmen axe

As soon as the voice fell, her palm suddenly condensed a wind blade and smashed toward the stream.
This time, her attack used 10 to 10 powers. There was no trace of it. I vowed to be blamed by the master. I must also kill this monk on the spot.
"Suzaku can't -!!!" The white tiger made an exclamation. The palm immediately condensed the energy cover and wanted to save the brook. However, Suzaku was closer to the brook, and he did not check it again. He couldn’t see the rescue. Changed his face.
The wind blade whistling, rolling with dust and sand, like a sword wrapped in thousands of swords to go straight to the river.
Tunxi looked calmly at the wind blade, neither retreating nor avoiding, but the corner of his mouth slowly evoked a mocking smile.
Just as the wind blade almost rushed to her, Tunxi raised her hand and saw that she had already had a white bone whip in her hand.
The bone whip is gently raised, and the time is golden, and the golden blue light flashes.
The wind blade whistling and plucked from her side, raising the soft black hair, and finally disappeared without a trace, while the brook standing in the middle of the storm looked at Suzaku mockingly, it was unharmed.
The white tiger opened his mouth and his face was shocked.
The girl Tingting stands in the sun, her skin is as white as snow, her eyes are like a glorious gem, and her facial features are like a goddess. She clearly did not have any spiritual fluctuations in her body. At the moment she just shot, the white tiger clearly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power.
Moreover, the property of this spiritual fluctuation is what the White Tiger has never seen before. It is neither the single spiritual root of the golden wood and the fire, nor the common root of variation. What is going on?
Has Nalan Tunxi been repaired?
Compared to the white tiger's surprise, Suzaku was shocked, but it suddenly twisted a face, his eyes were red and bloody, squatting on the brook, like to smash her corpse, "I am you, you I stole my cultivation! I am stealing my repairs, right? Are you giving me my repairs?!!"
Tunxi looked at her cold face, but her eyes were mocked with laughter. "Oh, your repairs have been reduced from the early days of Jindan to the middle of the veins. It is no wonder that the wind blade is coming over like a soft breeze. No power."
When Suzaku heard the words suddenly, she was crazy and hysterically rushed toward her. "Nalan Tunxi, you steal me, don't die!! Even if I only have a middle vein, I can kill you! I want to break you down." The corpse is a million!!"
While shouting, Suzaku took out the toxic powder he had made and sprayed it toward the river.
You know, these poison powders were made during her time in the Golden Age. Even if they were met by the same level of monks, they would be a little taboo. What's more, Nalan Tunxi is just a military who has just advanced, but the training period is How can I resist?
Once these toxic powders touch the human body, they will make the skin fester and eventually turn into rancid bones and corpse water.
Nalan Tunxi, you are so harmful to me, if I can't break your body, you will not be able to solve my hatred! !
The toxic powder just spilled out, and Tunxi smelled a special smell of odor from the air.
Her mouth opened a sneer arc, and laughed and said: "Dare to dare to use poison in front of your ancestors, it is a big axe in front of Luban, not self-reliant!"