Chapter 647: Yin and evil earth palace less masters (4)

Chapter 647 The evil masters of the earthly palace (4)
Murong Xue also walked to the place where it was not affected. Looking at the fierce fighting between the magic moon and Xiao Xing, he whispered: "Xiao Xing Shen is not saying that there is an urgent matter to go back to the underground palace? How can there be leisurely feelings here and the magic moon? Fighting?"
Ouyang Shaohao blinked at the curtain, and the carriage of the mysterious golden technique flew: "There is an excuse for urgent matters, he is coming to trouble..."
Murong Xue blinked her eyes, and she knew that it would be like this: the shrine is doing good, the people in the underground palace are also coming to trouble, and the underground palace and the shrine are really contradictory...
"Do people in the underground palace and the shrine often fight so much?"
"Almost." Ouyang Shaohao's gaze is faint: the people in the underground palace and the Jingu Palace have always been disagreeable. They met in private and often added fists and fists. However, the basics of fighting are small soldiers, teenagers, shrines, and palaces. Very few hands-on, this time, Xiao Xing Shen and the Shrine of the Shrine are actually fighting in the crowd, it is really unexpected...
Murong Xue nodded in understanding, glanced at the petals and Xuan Jinguang in the air, and lowered the voice: "Who do you think they will win?"
Ouyang Shaohao squinted his eyes over the magic moon, Xiao Xing Shen, faintly said: "Xiao Xing Shen's Xuan Jinshu method is the top method, the entire Nanzhao country, only the royal family with the practice, the magic moon The lotus method of the saints is also a top-level technique. Only the saints of the shrine can practice. These two methods have their own merits, and they are equal. The people who practice them are the ones who pick one in the middle. The age is similar, the technique is quite the same, and in a short time, the shrine of the shrine and the Xiao Xing are difficult to win..."
Murong Xue Liu Mei lightly picks: "What do you mean, if there is no high person to persuade, can they play for a few days and nights?"
"Yeah." Ouyang Shaohao nodded: "However, Xiao Xing Shen and the Shrine of the Shrine can't play for a few days and nights, and it won't take long before they can win the game..."
Murong Xue’s eyes lit up:
Someone wants to persuade?


No.
Ouyang Shaohao shook his head:
It’s the landlord’s scheming, and in order to win, there will be no means to...

At the moment of the fall, I saw a fierce Xuanjin ray coming out of the carriage and slamming into the petals. In an instant, the petals fluttered, the golden light shot, and the three ice needles like the embroidery needles came from Jinguang. Flying out in the sky, the sacred woman shot in the past, the speed is so fast that people can't wait to react...
The sacred moon sacred eyes glanced quickly, and two ice needles slid across her clothes and shot on the wall not far away. Another ice needle hit her wrist and melted into her eyes. In the flesh and blood...
The moonlight color changed slightly, quickly caught the acupuncture point near the left wrist, and a mysterious golden light flew away. It was as lightning fast, and the magic moon frowned slightly, abandoning the wrist, stimulating the petals, and welcoming the mysterious gold. Rays.
Xiao Xing Shen, the magic moon hit again...
Gradually, the movements of the illusion of the moon are getting slower and slower, and the size of the petals that have emerged from the fingertips has not changed, but the force of the petals is getting smaller and smaller, the mysterious golden light is pressing step by step, and the range of the petals is getting shorter and shorter. , getting shorter and shorter...
The forehead of the phantom moon oozes a layer of fine and dense cold sweat, and the bottom of the scorpion flashes with a strong anxiousness.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed fiercely:
The ice needle is afraid of an anesthetic.

"Yeah." Ouyang Shaohao nodded lightly: Xiao Xing's speed of shooting ice needles is too fast to be seen. Even if people with good eyesight see it, they will think that they are blind, because the ice needles are bloody. I can't find the trace of its existence.
The anesthetic on the ice needle can paralyze the nerves of the shrine of the shrine, making her weak, the speed of the move is getting slower and slower, and the generalized method will become weaker and weaker.
However, in the eyes of the people, it is the physical strength of the shrine of the shrine that gradually loses its power, and then it will slow down. Even if Xiao Xing Shen has seriously wounded the saint, the people will not say anything about him, but will only feel that it is a saint. Skills are not as good as people...
"Xiao Xingshen is really mean and shameless." Murong Xue said lowly, looking up at the battlefield, only to see Xiao Xing Shen shot several sharp rays in succession, and the sinister pilgrims shot in the past.
The petals of the Virgin's fingertips are close to nothingness, and they can't resist the light of the mysterious gold. The light will hit the saint and hurt her seriously...
"Shi Zi, save people." Murong Xue said in a hurry.
"Why save her?" Ouyang Shaoxi looked at Murong Xue inexplicably: In his memory, she is not a person who likes nosy.
"The enemies of the enemy are friends." Murong Xue has a faint gaze: she has a festival with the underground palace, and the magic moon is not in harmony with the underground palace. Saving the magic moon is equivalent to adding a block to the underground palace, which can make the underground palace uncomfortable. She is happy to do it...
Looking at her gleaming eyes, Ouyang Shaosheng flashed a smile at the bottom: "Since you want to save people, then I will help..."
Ouyang Shaosheng’s slender hand like a jade waved a hand, and several internal forces flew out, hitting the mysterious golden light, only listening to ‘oh! The sound of the sound of Xuan Jin in front of the magic moon was broken up, and the sly disappeared in the transparent air...
The sacred sigh of relief, the weak and weak body, leaned against the wall beside him.
Xiao Xing Shen’s Baise was horrible and horrible. He looked around and shouted: "Who is in the dark?"
The guards of the underground palace were all guarded, and the sharp eyes swept over a person hiding in the corner, or standing behind the corner of the wall, only to see that they stretched their necks and quietly watched here, the cautious look, At first glance, I know that it is ordinary people...
The guards scanned the laps and could not find suspicious people.
Xiao Xing Shen's face is dark and black: "There are three major masters, and you will automatically come out. Otherwise, the Lord does not mind to bring all the people nearby to the underground palace for interrogation, one..."
The cold voice was introduced into the ear, and the people’s bodies trembled. The bottom of the screaming was full of anxiety, faint, and a little bit scorned: the underground palace was terrible, and when I went in, I thought about it again...
"Two!" Xiao Xing Shen cold voice continued to ring.
Murong Xue sneered at the lips, Xiao Xing Shen could not find the person who helped the goddess of the shrine. He used the life of hundreds of people to force the person to appear. It was really shameless.
"Three!" Xiao Xing Shen counted the number coldly, looking at the empty surroundings, cold and cold: "Time is up, since you don't show up, then the Lord has to order, come..."
"I haven't seen you for a few years, Xiao Shaozhu's temper is still as violent as ever." A Qingyue voice suddenly sounded, and a young man walked slowly from the inconspicuous corner. Yingying's ink eyebrows flew into the air. The dark eyes are like obsidian, the poetry-like appearance, the handsome people can't open their eyes...
The snow-colored robes slid across the smooth ground as he walked, and the dust was not stained.
(End of this chapter)