The burning of the body is getting more and more painful. Although the black yarn strongly mobilizes the body's spiritual power to resist the Qingyun fire poison palm, the silk fire poison still spreads uncontrollably.

After half an hour, the pupil of the black yarn was slightly enlarged, not far from the front of the black yarn.

Cliff, lonely mountain? !

Under the panic, the black yarn went on a road, the front is a cliff, the bottom is not deep, not far behind the black yarn, the figure flashes, the old man of Qingyangmen follows the blood of Yang Xingyu. Followed up.

"He can't go! The front is the cliff!" an old man shouted, his voice revealing a little excitement.

This **** enchantress is a ninth-order powerhouse. As long as she is abolished, she can get 10,000 contributions!

More than 20 old people looked at the black gauze, and their eyes were filled with greed. The kind of ** is not the beauty of beauty...

There is no road ahead, the black gauze does not run, the mountains are windy, the black yarn stands alone on the edge of the cliff, and the cold eyes look at the old people who come up.

"I could have seen you on the face of the same college, but you joined the **** enchantress!" Yang Xingyu looked at the black gauze wearing a cloak, and his eyes flashed a bit of thought.

The black gauze gasps slightly, urging the body with a small amount of spiritual power. There is a bit of chill in the eyes: "If you want to play, you can talk so much."

Qingyangmen’s gangs watched the **** enchantress’s dead end and still did not surrender, a complex look! The opposite person is the ninth-order master, placed in the usual, by himself, enough to destroy everyone present.

But now... In the middle of the Qingyun Huopo, he really thought that he had a nine-step strength? !

Yang Xingyi glanced at the black gauze not far away, and at the bottom of his heart, he sweared at the bottom of his heart, and then he scrapped your hands and feet and saw that you are still not horizontal!

"Han Hai! Going to meet him." Yang Xing frowned and called out a person's name.

The strength of the old man named Han Hai is as high as the seventh-order peak. It is only one step away from the eighth order. When he heard the order of the doorkeeper, Han Hai nodded and walked out of the crowd.

Hey!

Not yet started, Han Haixian showed his own weapon, three feet Qingfeng.

"Hey." The corner of the black yarn mouth showed a touch of coldness, the seventh-order peak, too small to lick himself, the aura flashed, and took out his own crescent moon knife.

"Predecessors, offended." Han Hai mouth is polite, his heart is dark: Qinghong Ying!

The wrist shook, and the long sword with a sword shadow stabbed the black yarn.

Qinghong Ying is the strongest skill that Han Hai has mastered! A sword stabbed, like a hundred swords at the same time, each sword shadow is like real, swords and shadows together to form a blue rainbow.

"If the sword is Qinghong, this Qinghong Shadow Hanhai has already been trained to become a big one!"

"Hundreds of swords and shadows can only dodge, unless the other party can use more powerful skills!"

The old man of Qingyangmen knew quite well about Han Hai. Even in the door, he was considered a master. At this time, Han Hai directly used the most powerful spiritual skills to win the praise of everyone.

No one is optimistic about the black yarn that is seriously injured! The main strength of Qingyunfang is as high as the ninth-order senior. The first-hand Qingyun Huopo is a well-known college. Even the gangs of the five gangs are afraid to pick up the palm.

The **** enchantress in front can still stand up.

The doubts of those people were introduced into the black gauze, and the black yarn used the most direct action to shut those people.

Ding!

One turned, the pace moved slightly, the black yarn took the initiative to approach Hanhai, the hand in the curved knife blocked Hanhai's Qinghong, the black yarn is now greatly damaged, does not mean that the black yarn battle experience also decays with strength!

Qinghong Ying’s sensational spirit, the black gauze recognized the attack path of Han Hai at a glance.

Qinghong Ying was instantly broken, and Han Hai was shocked. His face burst into a suffocating sigh, and a palm slammed into the shoulder of the black yarn.

Han Hai’s heart is clear, the left shoulder is the place where this person is injured!