Chapter 622: Mu Hua

Although Zhou Daogan shouted in his mouth, he did not inspire the sword again. He saw that if he wanted to kill this person, he would have to cultivate his spirit and be upset.
What good is it to make a hasty move, but to leave some sword marks on this person? Just waste your capital.
In addition to the ability of the Eight-pulse Sword, when it comes to his martial arts practice, Zhou Daogan is equally peerless.
Relying on the thick and exquisite Zhensha Erqi body, only attacking and not defending, Xu Yi naturally did not want him.
It only takes an hour and a few moments to wait for him to feed his spirits.
Zhou Daogan soon found that the abacus was not working, but gradually, more and more people appeared in the hall.
Indeed, since he entered, he has been entangled with Xu Yi repeatedly, and it has lasted nearly two columns of incense.
Although the time of Liangzhuxiang is not enough to end the practice of all practitioners in the Wulian Realm, more monks have collected enough points to defeat the stronger ones in a battle and move here.
But half a cup of tea, three more people flashed in one after another, Xu Yi also took the lead to open the provocation mode, teasing the three to attack themselves.
Although Zhou Daogan had intentional obstructions, but with the urge to be energized by Xu Qi, he was quick and swift, no longer under him, and he took many precautions, leaving him no chance to use the killing tricks.
As for swordsmanship, used to kill Xu Yi, he couldn't bear it, how could he waste his energy for a few ants.
As time passed, more and more monks flashed into the hall, Xu Yi turned on the full dial mode, and the air flow in the palm became thicker.
The pressure of Zhou Daogan is also increasing. He must be a sea of ​​countlessness. He switched to true evil spirits. It is not as easy as Xu Yi on permanence. At this moment, Xu Yi was forced by continuous attacks. Although he could still hold on, sooner or later. There is a time of exhaustion.
Zhou Daogan became more and more frightened by the Vietnam War. As more and more monks entered the stadium, his pressure became more and more intense.
The abundance of true spirit is drizzle first, then heavy rain, first raindrops, and then thick as a cone.
The storm of thoughtful dryness all over the body got thicker and denser, but his complexion became more and more white. If we were tired before, it is now suffering internalization and almost collapse.
"Sword blocking!"
With a swift break, Zhou Dao came out with a sword, brushed up, and formed a huge net with seven swords in a row. Instead of hitting Xu Yi, he hit the public practice without screaming. More than ten people died, and only two people stood far away. Get out of trouble, but also completely scared, silly, standing up, never to Xu Yi again.
Xu Yi sighed in a hurry, urging the remaining anger, moving back to the original step, and fluttering towards the thoughtful.
The thoughtful face with gold paper, trembling all the way, wanted to hit the soldiers, and suddenly realized that the hitting spirits just filled the person's fill, reluctantly operated the vitality, urged the way of life, far away, sweating On the surface under the rain, his eyes were still bright, and Xu Yi was locked tightly, and the iron sword in his palm was as calm as a mountain.
Xu Yi scolded the old thief for his deceit, he could clearly perceive the thoughtful lock, so the problem came, and it became clear that the old thief must fight against each other, find his flaws, and tell him how he could fully urge the return. Come boldly.
After some tussle, half a cup of tea continued, and the golden light flashed continuously, and five people flashed into the hall with ashes and faces.
Seeing Xu Yi again urged the finger sword, opened the dial mode, thoughtful dry eyes, filled with despair.
Since he became an artist, he never thought that he would reach the present state of despair. If he was defeated in the hands of the soul-sensing ancestors, he would be convinced by death. Now he sees that he will be lost in the hands of the junior in the late stage of the condensate.
In the midst of anger, several people flashed into the temple. Thoughtful eyes were dead, and the left hand clenched the iron sword, and the right palm kept waving. The exhausted real evil spirits were drawn by him. The whole body gathered into a storm.
He had the idea of ​​dying to death, and waited for the storm to disappear. He tried his best to procure the final murderous move, and tried to fight with this little thief.
Seeing the storm waning, he saw a young man in a white robe avoiding Xu Yi's attack and hurried towards the starry sky pattern. His two white eyebrows pierced the sky like silver blades.
"Xue Muhua, this person is the super strong in the Wulian Realm. He was banned by three cards, and the rest were taken by him. Help me quickly, otherwise you will have to drink and hate."
Zhou Daogan said these words almost at the highest rate in his life. When he was about to die, what kind of face, body, and body were kicked into the sky.
Xue Muhua was shocked when he heard his words. Bye-bye, the embarrassing thoughts of Zhou Daogan, and his mind suddenly flashed the world-like posture of the heavenly man in the refining martial arts. The next moment, Dong Yan's figure suddenly turned west, rushing towards Xu Yi, a dark evil spirit. In the palm of his hand, he suddenly formed gossip and was full of anger.
"Don't be stubborn, this person is in the best position to move the stars!"
Zhou Daogan yelled loudly and did not fall. Xue Muhua's figure disappeared immediately. The next time he thought, his figure appeared on the side of Xu Yi. The gossip mark formed by the evil spirit in his palm was being printed on Xu Yi's chest.
Xu Yi was caught off guard and was hit by a single shot. In an instant, the defense built by the undefeated gold body was completely destroyed, his chest collapsed immediately, and the whole man flew wildly. Bone residue.
Zhou Daogan resolved the crisis, his eyes were full of shock, his thoughts turned again, and he immediately came to his senses, "Fu Fu, Fu Fu!"
Xue Muhua's actions are so miraculous as when the three princes snatched the gold medal. The figure is almost moving in the void, and then it is logical to think of Xue Muhua's apocalypse.
With a single blow, Xue Muhua was even more ruthless. His figure was soaring, catching up with Xu Yi, punching his fists like a storm, yelling, "Very violent!"
A pair of fists are heading towards Xu Yi's head.
Continuing the struggle with Zhou Daogan, Xu Yi's vitality was already seriously injured. Although he took several pills and treasures to suppress the injury, it was not a complete cure at all.
Xue Muhua's brave shot, using Fuyu as a guide, was so fast that he couldn't react at all, and was hit hard.
Xue Muhua's evil spirit gossip is the ultimate view of Wuxi, and the eight seals are the mystery and power of the gossip array.
When Xue Muhua struck out, he was shocked by the enemy and me. He was surprised that Xu Yi was turned into a powder, and then he died. Xu Yi was surprised that even the unbeaten golden body could not prevent the violent blow. may……
However, after saying that Xu Yi suffered this overbearing blow, his injury was indeed heavy and unreasonable, even more than Zhou Daogan's sword. He could obviously feel that the bones on his chest were basically fragmented, and the heart was densely cracked. , Breathing has stopped.
Weakness, incomparable weakness, life is about to dissipate, and the source force suddenly flies away.
Seeing Xue Muhua's hurricane coming, his fists pulled out a whispering sound. Xu Yi knew that life and death were only one instant, and his fists were nowhere near, let alone his current physical strength, where there was still room for resistance.
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