Chapter 652: Slash

"Aoyama empty rain sword!"
Facing the billowing poisonous insects, Lin Miaoran's eyes condensed, holding Qiushuijian in his hand, a sword swept violently.
Suddenly, Jianguang looked like the spring rain exploding, densely packed, I don't know how many, burst out against the poisonous insect.
Huh!
Crackling!
Suddenly, all the poisonous insects were pierced by Jianmang hole, and when the baozha was empty, the smoke disappeared.
The evil spirit holding in his pocket paused.
He did not expect that these highly poisonous poisonous insects could not even stop the three disciples for one second.
"dead!"
Lin Miaoran drank softly, Qiu Shui sword waved like a tide sword wave, and instantly cut off the evil repair.
This evil repair didn't even have time to scream, and suddenly shot the blood waves from head to toe, and flew out a distance of more than ten meters. He fell to the ground and twitched a few times without sound.
Li Xiu rushed toward the evil Xiu holding a huge folding fan.
The evil man's face was full of sorrows, and his hand-folding fan was like a screen, faced with various sorrowful faces, constantly roaring and captivating.
Li Xiumu was like igniting a blazing flame, suddenly pulling his sword, a fierce, fierce, desperate sword with no retreat in no way, cut off in anger.
"Irritated sword!"
Hidden in the crowd, Chu Yan, who was not exposed to the mountains, was immediately recognizable.
This familiar sword meaning is exactly from the elder Tang Liang's extremely angry sword meaning.
When the sword was cut, the ending was already doomed.
Hey!
The ghost-faced folding fan was like a thin piece of paper, which was torn in half in an instant.
At the same time, all the faces in his face turned into expressions of surprise and fear.
Li Xiu shot it again.
The incarnation of Shura, his physical strength, is far from what a monk of the same level can imagine.
With a bang, he turned into a two-folded folding fan, which was snapped to pieces by his palm.
On the palm of Li Xiu, the momentum of the front impulse did not diminish, as if piercing tofu, and immediately broke through the chest of the evil repairer after the folding fan.
Arms pierced from behind each other, palms, and holding a still beating heart.
The blood of this evil repair mouth was raging, his eyes were frightened and diffused, and he couldn't believe how he would die like this.
"Dead."
Li Xiu shouted, while pinching his heart, he stretched out his other hand and scratched.
Click! Click!
The evil repair was torn into pieces by him, bloody, and thrown around.
"Frost and Frost Cut!"
Su Jianyuan raised the ice sword and brought the extremely cold frost. In an instant, a tentacle shot by the opposite evil long sword was frozen into an ice sculpture.
But the sword extended two tentacles.
At this moment, the other tentacle was like a slender tadpole of prey, tadpole, rushing towards Su Jianyuan.
"Blasting Flames-Phoenix Blood Refining God!"
At the critical moment, Jiang Panmeng was killed from the oblique stab, and the talent technique condensed the Phoenix sword, with the sword point facing the tip of the tentacle.
Time was still at this moment for a second.
The next moment, a bang and trembling tentacles burst into a burst of blood and fire.
"Asshole! Asshole!"
The evil practitioner was furious, screamed, and waved his sword, and was about to make another move.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a bit wrong.
Turning his head, he saw a thin, slender, expressionless, but delicate girl with facial features appearing beside him.
"It's you—" For a moment, this evil man felt that the sphincter was constantly contracting.
He clearly remembered that not long ago, this thin girl had used incredible power to smash several evil spirits he knew.
The other party appeared in front of himself at the moment, was it--
Immediately, this evil revision did not dare to think about it.
He wanted to resist, but unfortunately, he would not have such an opportunity.
"Wind and moon flurry."
Slightly spit out the words from Shen Qingkou.
Suddenly, the evil cultivator felt that his body was spinning uncontrollably, as if being drawn into a whirlwind of violent rotation, and as if stuffed into a meat grinder.
This is also the last consciousness of this evil practice.
The next moment, he turned into a ball of meat, and it exploded. Dora-La-La-La, sprinkled a large piece on the ground.
The rest of the evil practices were stopped by the Beast Emperor Pavilion disciples at this moment. After a short fight, they were beheaded.
At this point, only the tallest evil revision remains.
Ordinary people stood upright, I'm afraid it was only this evil repair chest.
Relying on a muscle and brute force, plus the effect of the elixir just taken, at this moment, the evil practice is like a high-speed moving iron tower, ramming straight, treating everyone around as nothing, after carrying several attacks, it rushed Go out.
And now, when he was in front of him, there was only the beast emperor's pavilion, who had no royal beast, and looked injured and sick.
Seeing this scene, the evil repair's breathing can't help but quickly, his eyes excited and killing at the same time boiling.
"Get away!"
He yelled and rushed straight.
In his opinion, this disciple of the Beast Emperor Pavilion could not stop himself at all.
If the other side refuses to let it go, let yourself be such a strong body like steel, and knock the other side into a meat pie!
"Luo Tiancheng, flash away!" Meng Yong exclaimed at this moment.
Other people's eyes were startled.
However, the distance is too far, and it is too late to try to rescue at this time.
At this time, Luo Tiancheng coughed, and slowly raised the gold knife in his hand.
In the eyes of others, Luo Tiancheng was fragile as if in the presence of this evil practice.
But at the moment the scene was the most calm, only Lin Miaoran and handsome.
In their eyes, the evil practice that rushed past was already a dead man.
"No? Let me die!"
Seeing that the other party was still trying to stop himself, the evil repairer laughed and roared loudly, speeding up again.
Bang Bang Bang!
The ground trampled under his feet shattered like a pancake.
Even everyone in the distance felt the ground tremor at this moment, as if shaking the mountain.
There was a huge roar, and the evil man suddenly heard a soft cough.
The cough was so clear, it seemed to be ringing in his mind, and he couldn't help making this evil repair.
He looked subconsciously towards the seemingly sick monk in front of him.
"You said, let me die?"
At this time, each other showed a smile to himself.
Red mouth and white teeth made him numb in the scalp.
"Do not!"
Xie Xiu suddenly felt like something, the muscles of his face twitched and gave a desperate roar.
Huh!
The golden blade of light rolled down like Changhong.
The evil spirit running was instantly split in half.
But because of his fast running, he rushed forward a few tens of meters away, and then he broke into a slam, split into two halves, and fell to both sides.
"he--"
"Kill that guy?"
In the distance, everyone saw "Luo Tiancheng" who was coughing over her mouth, and could not help but look at each other.