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Hey.

The golden pillar of fire lingered on the dragon's claws, and it made a harsh whistling sound. The blue dragon claws seemed to have life and trembled fiercely.

"Hey!" The three elders of the Canglong Pavilion spurted a blood at the same time, and the eyes filled with blood were full of horror.

"Not good, withdraw!" Nan Yangpeng immediately realized that the situation was not good, and turned to take people to escape.

The master of Nanyang Temple responded quickly, but the other person's reaction was faster!

They just turned around and had time to flee, and a powerful spiritual power fell from the sky.

The old man of Xuan Ling’s peak was the most unlucky. After Nan Yangpeng’s order was issued, his reaction was the fastest. He almost flew back to the back, and the powerful spiritual force descending from the sky flashed on him. .

what!

A scream of screaming, the old man of the mysterious peak was not injured by the spiritual power, but was directly squeezed into the mud by the power of the space contained in the spiritual power.

All the masters of the Nanyang Temple have their eyes wide open, including several elders who have been repaired as high-ranking ones. They just took a quick blow and took the life of the mysterious spirit without any effort. Did the man have already reached the ancestral ancestors? Is the level of repair done? !

"Since you are here, why bother to go, who is not doing it, I will accompany you to make a move." The figure of the night feathers slowly fell, and stopped at the front of the white family.

"You, you are the night feathers!" Nanyang Peng's eyes widened instantly. "Return my life!"

Nan Yangpeng’s killings increased sharply, and the cultivation of the peaks of the earth’s spirits rushed straight toward the night.

"My life, you can't afford it." The night feathers were so cold that the next moment people had already arrived at Nanyang Peng, and the palms were buckled at the shoulders of Nanyang Peng.

A group of blood fog burst directly on the shoulder of Nanyang Peng, the first time to fight, high judgment!

"This……!"

The masters of the Nanyang Shrine have their eyes wide open, and they are far less than Nanyang Peng.

Now that Nanyang Peng has been seriously injured in only one round, this is still the result of the other party's mercy, how can they not be surprised.

boom!

The night feathers and palms were directly photographed in the back of Nanyang Peng. Suddenly, Nanyang Peng spewed out a blood, and his eyes fell and fell from the air, directly into the mountains below.

"Where you are, if you want to go, you can say, as long as you can take me a trick, the little girl is not too difficult." The night breeze with a chilly dawn circulates in the crowd.

Everyone is ashamed when the sight passes.

one move?

Nan Yangpeng’s cultivation was taken down. Who dares to say that he can pick it up?

On the side of the White House camp, those in Nanchang’s land couldn’t believe the scene in front of them. Some people who are desperately dying even have tears in their eyes. They are ready to die, and the last turn turns, the joy can be imagined.

The eyes of the elders, Yan Lao and others were shocked and happy. No one knows more than what they mean by the appearance of the night feathers.

Tianling, able to hit the head of Nanyang Temple in one palm, is definitely the realm of heaven, she did it!

"You, what do you want to do." The people of Nanyang Temple were not shocked by the Lord, and many people played the retreat.

"What to do..." The night feathers looked at the people in the Canglong Pavilion. They said coldly: "All of you, self-defeating, surrender."

"!"

All the people in the Canglong Pavilion and the Nanyang Temple were all stunned, but they followed the words that made them even more desperate.

"Of course you can choose another way and die."