Chapter 100: Fairy sharp (three / four)

The third Yuan Ying old monster was an evenly matched opponent, and rushed into the low-level disciples of the mortal gate to start a slaughter.
Soon, a tragic cry sounded. In one round, six or seven foundation-building monks were beheaded and killed, and zombies and corpses fell to the ground.
"Hahaha ..."
In a big laugh, the Yuanying old man shook off the crowd and pierced into the valley.
As a veteran of Yuanying, he didn't know how many years he had lived. He naturally could see clearly.
Looking at the dynamic weather around bō, if an artifact is born, it must be at the corner of this horseshoe valley. The old baby monster believes that the shot is made first, and the shot is not shot. Regardless of the support of temporary partners, it goes directly to the target. .
As soon as there is action here, the others are not calm.
They are not intimate partners, they are only temporarily combined to deal with the colossal corpse door and to collect treasures. Now when I see someone go down first, I can't help myself.
Roar!
Mao Zongyan became angry first.
Master White Witch King and others are strengthening the seal of the spring spirit, and the task entrusted to them is to block all enemies who come. If this old baby boy enters the yīn Quanshan cave, can the master and his elderly cope with it? For the time being, let alone his task must have failed.
He growled and blasted Weng Qingyu with a heavy blow, intending to chase after him.
Weng Qingyu was in a hurry, with a yīn cold smile on his face, and Yu Shi Fei Shi unfolded the word entanglement, holding Yan firmly. He has always been in an advantageous position, and if he wants to entangle Jiang Yan, he can still do it.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Yan screamed anxiously, but couldn't hold himself back. Even in two anxieties, Weng Qingyu almost seized the opportunity to give a sword to his neck.
Mao Zong's defense is strong, but if he is chopped on the neck by a master of this level of Weng Qingyu, there is also a danger of falling.
Yan Yan helpless, can only give up chasing and concentrate on dealing with Weng Qingyu.
Next to him, although Qiu Laoqi was trapped in the twelve corpses, he was released from consciousness, and the surrounding scenes were completely in control of his heart.
When the old boy veteran rushed to Horseshoe Valley, he was frightened, lest he be busy for a long time, but made wedding clothes for others.
These twelve corpses are very powerful, but the twelve monks don't cooperate well with each other. Especially the Jin Danqi monk, although the highest strength, can be far less acquainted with the other eleven.
It is precisely because of this, leaving a trace of flaws in the corpse array.
When Qiu Laoqiu wondered whether to pay some price or not, when he broke out of this large array, he suddenly found that Weng Qingyu was not only in a hurry, but he was still entangled with Jiang Yan, and he would not let Jiang Yan continue to support him.
wrong!
Qiu Laowei immediately realized that the situation was wrong.
Weng Qingyu is not such a noble person. He spends his mana to entangle the one that is the most difficult to deal with and then let others take advantage of it.
That's impossible!
Although Qiu Louguai didn't understand what was going on, he decided to wait and see.
So, on the surface pretending to be anxious, and trying to rush out, in fact, the attack did not increase, forty-nine magic needles flew over, but it was mainly defense.
Those Jindan monks are not so smart.
When they saw someone taking the lead, the first idea was to follow closely. Even if they could n’t eat the meat, they had to get some soup and drink. One after another, they rushed to sacrifice the strongest attack, and forced their opponents to chase.
Before you do anything, listen to a blast in the valley.
A boom followed, a scream, and a shadow rushed up.
Seeing it, who is the old baby boy who just went down?
However, in just a blink of an eye, he was no longer proud.
A ragged shirt is covered with blood, its hair is messy, and even a scalp has been scooped down. It looks like how embarrassed and how embarrassed. If you do n’t judge based on the breath, you wo n’t even believe that this is the old baby.
"Oh! I dare to challenge the majesty of the mortuary gate, so let's all stay!" The old voice sounded loudly and returned to the top of the valley.
The figure flashed, one after another, and had caught up with the fleeing Yuanying Boo, with his stout and burly body, and smashed it with a punch.
Lou: The unfortunate old baby boy didn't even have room to fight back, so he was dropped like a meteor and fell to the ground. The dust was mixed with stone debris, and the dust settled. A large pit appeared in everyone's eyes.
The old baby boy was lying face down in a deep pit, his back was deep, and he was bathing in blood. Only occasionally he moved his fingers to prove that his vitality had not been exhausted.
The White Witch King is worthy of being the left guardian of the mortuary gate. Mao Zong's presence is complete and complete. Under his own shot, he directly kills a Yuanyuan monster of the same level.
In a blink of an eye, the monks who still had the upper hand, whether in momentum or strength, have fallen into the lower hand.
Qiu Laoqi breathed a sigh of relief, secretly fortunately that he felt early, otherwise, he would suddenly hit the killing of the White Witch King, even if he himself, I am afraid the situation is not much better.
Only Weng Qingyu smiled, as if everything was expected.
"Well! Weng Qingzi, you are really there! The war a few days ago, before fighting, your son of the turtle fled! Now it is a battle!"
The White Witch King said, a flick of his finger and a black light flashed, and a thick black iron stick was already in his hand.
"Get back!"
The White Witch King shouted, and fluttered behind his wings, rushing up to Weng Qingyu.
The face is not stubborn, and the answer is backed down.
Weng Qingyu's eyes were cold, but he didn't see how to move, a flash of light flashed, and Yan Qi shot away.
Yan decided to retreat from the idea, and confident that his defense is strong, ordinary attacks can not help himself, not too concerned about his heart, arm strength skyrocketed, vinegar bowl fists smashing against the light.
Seeing that the face of the White Witch King suddenly changed, he shouted, "Get out of here!"
Exhale and drink directly to the spirit hún.
Over the years, Yan has developed obedience to Master's orders, without even thinking about what happened, he stepped on the banana leaf under his feet, his body exploded backward.
But it's late!
Make your face fast! The speed of that light was even faster, and he had reached him in the blink of an eye.
Yan Yan helpless, can only blow out with a punch.
puff!
There is no sound of impact, only a brisk sound of flesh, the streamer almost does not stagnate, and instantly encircles Yan's neck into a sharp silver collar.
Shrink and cut!
Half of his arm, accompanied by a skull, both rolled down, and the heavy shadow fell to the ground.
It was the silver collar that cut off Yan's arm and his neck, and cut his head.
Mao Zong will face down!
In the face of this silver collar, there is no room for resistance, and the defense is as simple as cutting tofu.
"Roar!"
The White Witch King roared with shock.
"Clash of the Immortals!"
"You're carrying a fairy circle!"
"Can it be done, you Tianyuzong has designated you as the next head?"
It is said that even the real immortal gods in the sky can be killed, hence the name.
The various treasures used by the cultivators can be divided into magical instruments, magical treasures, immortals and artifacts from low to high.
Among them, the artifact belongs to the legend. Even if the famous big faction in the cultivation world has an artifact, it will be regarded as a treasure of the town school.
The most powerful weapon in the world today is the fairy.
And this cut fairy circle is a well-known immortal implement in the realm of cultivation, and it is one of the Zhenshan treasures of the Three Sects and Four Sects. Only the heads or successors of the past can be qualified to carry them.
Now that Weng Qingyu took it out suddenly, his identity was called out.
The elder Qiu next to him was in the twelve corpses array, but he could see the surrounding scenes clearly and was shocked in his heart.
No wonder Yun Weng Qingyu looks like a pair of ōng. It turns out that there are such immortals.
At this point, he had long since lost his thoughts of fighting for the artifact in this world and secretly regretted coming over this muddy water.
With Weng Qingyu's relentlessness and viciousness, it would be nice to be able to retreat from his own body.
"Haha! White Witch King, you have a vision. Yes! This deity is the next head of my Tian Yuzong."
Weng Oakyu's face had a proud smile.
"Originally, I didn't play this card, otherwise, you should be a few months ago! Let me see today, is your defense of the White Witch King strong, or is it my cut fairy circle Great. "
The solemn appeared on the face of the White Witch King.
Sharpen the fairy circle!
Hehewei is famous all over the fairyland!
Even if it is as powerful as the White Witch Corpse King, there is a danger of falling in the slightest care.
At this time, he had long been disregarding the tragic death of his lover, his arms were knotted, and the black iron rod in the handshake was tight: his muscles were tight, and he was as strong as a bear blind.
His eyes were red and his face was staring at Weng Qingyu.
The black iron rod in his hand was not an ordinary tool, but it was really uncertain whether he could stop the circle of cutting fairy.
call out!
However, Weng Qingyu refused to sacrifice the Xianxian circle directly. Instead, he used the sword of his destiny to fly, transforming into a starry shot ~ EbookFREE.me ~ with a playful smile on his face.
"Humph!"
The white witch corpse Wang Chanheng whispered, waving a black iron rod in his hands.
Oh, Ding Ding immediately, the sky was crisp and crisp, almost ringing.
The wings behind the White Witch King kept flashing, his body turned into an arc, and he did not dare to stay for a moment, for fear of being accidentally locked by the Xianxian circle.
On the other hand, Weng Qingyu is more relaxed.
Originally, his strength was slightly worse than that of the White Witch King, but the White Witch King did not have the means to kill him with a single blow.
Therefore, Weng Qingyu can let go of the attack without any worries, but the White Witch Corpse King has to look ahead.
After a while, without any effort, Weng Qingyu fought more and more smoothly, and Feijian besieged the White Witch King several times. Although he did not break the defense, he also caused some trauma. !! .