: 1561. Assassin

Being trapped and unable to break through, it is unfavorable news for Yan Zhaoge and others.
Because the Great St. Jin is not impatient, even if it does not manifest the true meaning of Qitian Dasheng, it is extremely energy-intensive to wave the wishful gold hoop.
After dragging for a long time, even if the yellow wind blame does not display the three sacred winds, Yan Zhaoge and others have not enough power to manifest the true meaning of Qitian Dasheng.
However, opponents, all of them are not easy to share.
Whether it is the Lingyaxian, the Dangxianxian or the Red Flame King Buddha, they are all old Daluoqiang, each with powerful tricks.
The six-pointed scorpion scorpion is the top strongman of the buddha's outer road, which is better than the sacred king of the sorcerer's sword. Compared with the singer, they are not weak.
Under the four-on-three, in addition to guarding against the wishfulness of the golden hoop, this will not suffer.
In the suburbs of Yinjiao, there were ancient people, but they later stagnated in the realm of Taixu Yuanxian. After entering Xianting, they successfully passed through Yuantian robbery. The personal talent strength is not like the foreign language.
However, he has his own methods, and he did not go straight to the Dashengjin body of Yan Zhaoge and others. Instead, he stood cautiously on the periphery and took out the dementor clock and swayed.
This dementor clock is the treasure that he has obtained from Guangcheng Tianzun. The bell sounds and the soul is captured. It makes people ignorant and loses their lives. It is extremely overbearing.
Xu Fei, their three manifestations of the Great St. Jin Jin, the strength is too imaginary, challenge Da Luo, but after all, it is not entirely its own strength, but the result of its own integration with the Great Sheng Jin.
The sound of the bell of the demon was shocked, and the combination of the two sides was shaken. Bei Ming, Xu Fei and Pan Pan were particularly discomforted. They must be distracted to stabilize the changes of the soul and the great sanctuary.
In this way, it is the wishfulness of the golden hoop in the hand, called the daggers, the red flames of the king Buddha and other four big Luo strong besieged, the situation of Yan Zhaoge side, but also worse and worse.
However, everyone else has added up, and there is no pressure from the yellow wind to Yan Zhaoge.
This strange repair is not the same as the strength, it may not be more sharp than the Lingyaxian, the dagger.
But a sigh of sorrow, the real mysterious overbearing, comparable to the golden light yellow fog of the old man.
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The Yellow Wind Monster, as a monster that has already achieved the Great Saint, is more than a hundred-eyed Monster.
In particular, his three sacred spirits, in terms of the truth of the truth, also precisely for the Yan Zhao song with the help of a three-three changes in retrograde, to call the three Dasheng Golden body in one.
It’s no wonder that Dagger’s three had just suffered a loss before, and then dared to continue to follow.
"Here!" Lingya Xian's technique was re-applied, and his nose was stunned, and he once again rolled toward the wishful golden hoop.
The demon monkey, which was transformed from Yan Zhaoge Bei Ming, was hand-held with a golden hoop and suddenly took a breath.
Then, the huge demon body that seems to be standing on the ground, and the Shenzhen iron that is in his hands, like the pillars of the sky, suddenly shrink together.
When the long-nosed nose of the Lingyaxian was lost, the narrowed demon monkey carried the iron rod and smashed into the giant elephant's nostrils.
The six-toothed white elephant was so scared that he recovered his long nose.
However, with the wishfulness of the golden hoop to shock the Lingyaxian, and the other side of the dagger and the Susu, they joined forces to attack the second demon monkey who was changed by Panpan.
Xu Fei’s third-headed demon monkey wants to help him out, and suddenly there is a fire and rain falling on his head.
I saw that the Red Flame King Buddha finally opened the treasure house and threw it into the air.
Then there are countless red flames that fall below the open treasure.
Those red flames are as illusory as they are, and they are not hot. They seem to ignore all externalities and reach people's hearts and minds.
It is the red fire of Buddhism, and the end is extremely powerful.
The flying monster of Xu Fei suddenly swayed his body and seemed to become a illusion.
Then the demon monkey jumped, and then turned back from nothing.
Between the real and the real changes, he jumped out of the top of the Baozhu coverage, and his body shape cast on the other side of the battlefield, attacking the dagger, and dispelling Panpan.
The Red Flame King Buddha did not hit a single shot, and he was not in a hurry. He continued to attack.
The longer the time is dragged on anyway, the better it will be for them. When the three great holy bodies are exhausted, it is when the hand comes.
Compared with Yan Zhaoge and others in front of him, the red flames of the king Buddha, they are more wary of the periphery, vigilant to the high-definition swirl that may go back, and even succeeded in getting the Madonna of the Immortal Sword.
The yellow wind blame has been standing on the periphery, except that it has never stopped playing with the help of Sancha, and it is actually responsible for vigilance, preventing someone from suddenly killing a group of people who help Yan Zhaoge.
Although the Yaozu and the West Heavenly Bale have other strong infested activities, but the Yellow Winds still have not relaxed their vigilance.
"Well?" The two sides are fighting to the hustle and bustle, and the yellow wind blames the eyeball suddenly.
Then I saw the void, and suddenly the dark red sword light.
Under the light of the sword, it was the high-definition swirling back and returning.
She did not go with the Madonna, but after handing over the broken arm of Guang Chengzi to the other party, she immediately turned around and rushed back to meet with Yan Zhao and others. It was not too late.
After the appearance, the high-definition swirling target first pointed to the weakest of the enemy in the field.
When the dark red sword flashed, he turned to the soul of Yinjiao.
There is a warning from the yellow wind monster, Yinjiao's body shape turns, avoiding the high-definition swirling sword light.
The high-definition swirling fairy sword is in the hand, a sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is fierce.
Yinjiao did not dare to neglect, while his hands were bright, Fang Tian painted and parried, while shaking the soul clock toward the high-definition swirl.
How sharp this treasure is, it is still the Yuan Xuan's high-definition whirlwind feeling the spirit is slightly embarrassing, the mind is uncertain.
It’s like repairing it to the mysterious fairy, but it’s the same as the suppression of the avenue.
However, the fairy sword is wonderful, the Jianguang flashes, covers the high-definition whirlpool, and the high-definition whirlwind soul is not directly sucked away by the soul-shooting clock.
Only in this way, the high-definition vortex offensive is also easy to make mistakes, Yinjiao immediately stabilized his position, and even copied Fangtian paintings to defend against attack.
But at this moment, Yinjiao’s heart suddenly sounded a warning, and it was full of cold!
A trepidation of fear almost caused him to be paralyzed, and the cool air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
In the dark universe of the universe, suddenly there is a silent, invisible knifeless light, melted into the darkness, no signs appear behind the Yinjiao!
The knife passes through the light, and the creation does not exist.
The law collapsed, time and space were in chaos, life was dying, and everything fell.
Everything seems to have been suddenly crossed to the end, ushered in the end, incomparably abrupt, but incomparably natural, as if it should have been.
The yellow wind blame is not good, and a sigh of sorrow is spurting, aiming to intercept the knife.
But the knife passed through, and even the arrogant three-dimensional sacred wind was smashed and cut.
Everything is like the end of the last day, and it will be destroyed!