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"Snow Hu, pick me up!" Wei Ling screamed, his right hand pointed at the snow Hu ancestors, and suddenly a beam of light, magnificent, smashed to Xue Hu ancestors.

Xue Hu’s ancestors snorted and reached for a block, and a huge ice wall emerged, blocking the light column and making it easy.

Subsequently, Xue Hu's ancestors breathed a breath, a group of cold ice, such as a hovering flying axe, shot to Wei Ling Yang.

When Willing turned his back, his face changed.

This hovering ice cold axe is extremely difficult. He has suffered a lot before, and more importantly, he has no means of restraint.

In desperation, Welling Yang had to fly into the Xianying corner and even in the camp, using the strong protective power of the corner camp to protect themselves.

Hey.

A series of soft sounds, the cold air axe followed Wei Ling Yang, and then squatted on the corner camp.

The corner camps vibrated and trembled, and a lot of chills spread wildly. A large number of mortal mortals that formed the Xianyu House in a flash were frozen to death.

"Fast, fix the fairy house!"

"Someone is hurt, give him treatment."

"Send the fairy house to attack and defend!!"

The fairy tales in the Xianyu House are in a hurry.

Welling gasped and gasped, his right hand was frozen into ice.

"Which time is it?" Even Wei Ling looked at himself and looked at his right hand injury. He was shocked. (ad)

The means of Xuehu's ancestors are endless, not the mighty and mighty powers, but the sinister and insidious.

Welling Yang unconsciously got a trick from Xue Hu's ancestors and ate a boring loss.

Willing Yang tried several methods, and the injury on his right hand did not show any signs of improvement.

"This injury is actually so troublesome..." Bi Chentian took a breath of air.

"Nothing serious, just temporarily sealed my right hand. I am now worried about the side of Wan Hailong. Although he controls two Xianyu houses, he has most of the Zhongzhou 蛊 帮 lining of this trip, but he faces It is the Zhenyun Temple and the Changsheng Scorpio reads;! We must quickly rescue Ma Hongyun and Zhao Piyun, and then join the Wanhai Longliu to retreat to Zhongzhou!"

Welling's eyes are constantly blinking.

Zhongzhou Yuxian is naturally prepared. Although there have been accidents in Infernal Affairs, the foundation of Zhongzhou is still enough. After these Zhongzhou Zhuxian reacted, they actively faced and successfully escaped from danger.

But now the overall situation is very unfavorable for Zhongzhou Yuxian!

It was very reluctant to deal with the town of Tiangong. Now, the soldiers are divided into two ways. As a decision maker, Wei Ling Yang, the pressure in the heart is quite huge.

Rumble.

The thunderous explosions continued, and the squadrons continued to vibrate and retire.

The two eight-turn celestial cents of Zhongzhou are all elites in the eight-turn, and they can become a member of the heavenly court. They are extremely powerful.

However, Beiyuan is the first in the five-field battle. Xuehu's ancestors are the most recognized in the current eight-turn North Plains.

At this moment, he broke out with a stormy offensive. The Zhongzhou side has never had the upper hand since he played against Xuehu's ancestors!

"This way it won't work! You are healing here, manipulating the fairy house, and presiding over the overall situation. I went outside to distract the attention of Xuehu's ancestors!" Bichentian gritted his teeth.

"You must be careful." Welling looked up to know that his injury was not recovered, and he took care of Bi Chentian.

Bichentian flew out of the corner and camped, and quickly used the immortal killing trick to turn into a blue-green, like a long bridge hanging in the air, directly rushing to the snow peak below.

Bichen Tianyi is destroying the big battles of the reverse.

This is a bad situation, the Xianying corner can not be hindered, and drive straight into, directly save Zhao Weiyun, and perhaps Ma Hongyun.

Although the snow ancestors are strong, they can't stop the rampage of the corner camp.

"Don't think about it." Xue Hu's ancestors had already seen the tactics of Zhongzhou. He urged the sacred killings, and suddenly there were countless hail in the sky.

These hail are huge in size and are like a mound. The squatting down, a group of ice hail suddenly turned into a snow monster.

These snow monsters have at least the power of the wild animal, which is more mixed with the ancient wild animal snow monster.

They stood between the snow peaks and roared one by one.

Xue Hu’s ancestors suddenly took a deep breath and made two dark blue chills in the nose.

The cold escaped, and suddenly a strong blizzard was blown up in the air. Snow monsters in the blizzard, like a fish, can even soar with the wind and snow. Bichentian has suffered huge restrictions.

"Amazing!"

"Xuehu ancestors know that in the squad, they should not use the battlefield to kill and recruit, and even directly dismantle his signature battlefield killings. His ice and snow road realm, I am afraid has reached the position of the great master!"

Seeing such a scene, whether it is Bi Chentian or Welling Yang feels quite vibrating reads;

In the situation of the great masters, all kinds of killings can be dismantled at will, and they can move freely. The opinions on the genre are almost in the same way.

"However, if you add me?" Willing sneered, and the next moment, he also rushed out of the corner and went to the squad.

The injury on his right hand has been cured.

Obviously, he has a very high attainment in treatment.

Xue Hu's ancestors changed slightly.

At the same time, he faced two eight-turn Zhu Xian, and a fairy house, suddenly appeared to be stretched, and lost control of the situation.

After all, he couldn't break the Xianyu House for a while, and the two eight-turn Zhu Xian were also strong. What's more important is that Xue Hu's ancestors must maintain this big battle.

Six turns, seven turns, and the immortals can't destroy this big array, but the eight turns are not the same.

Bichentian, Weiling, attacking the enemy will be saved, and gradually regain the situation, some take the initiative. In the camp of Xianzhuang, it is a dry seven-turn sacred fairy. It is not seeking merit but seeking nothing. Like the tortoise shell, it is difficult for Xuehu’s ancestors to kill.

Booming.

From time to time, the tremors and humming sounds of the rebellious rituals.

This is a small part of the attack of Bichentian or Weilingyang. It escaped the interception of Xuehu's ancestors and blasted over the snowy mountains and blessed land.

"awesome!"

"Come on, two adults, and the friends of Zhongzhou!"

Zhao Weiyun and others no longer have to take risks at this time. They stand on the top of the snow peak and look up in excitement.

Looking up at the sky together, there are survivors of the peaks of the Snowy Mountains.

Their faces were covered with a layer of sorrow.

"This is the power of the eight turns of the immortal... It really is a shocking, horrifying battle!"

"Because of this big battle, the aftermath of the eight-turn battle has not spread. Otherwise, we will all die."

"Although the snow Hu Daren has a strong fighting power, but the Zhongzhou thief is very cunning. If this continues, the squad will be attacked by them sooner or later..."

On the first snowy peak of the Daxue Mountain, the refining of the celestial lapis lazuli has reached the final stage.

"I didn't think that I used the musk to dispel the purple stone." Wanshou Niangzi also had an eye-opening feeling.

Musk is also a kind of fairy.

Using Xiancai to refine the fairywood, this method is rarely seen, and Wanshou Niangzi also found that the essence of this technique turned out to be the esophagus!

There are very few esophagus spreads. It is no wonder that Wanshou Niangzi has no way to take this purple gold stone.

The last layer of stone skin melted out, and the glaring purple light suddenly rushed up, forcing people to close their eyes.

Wanshou Niangzi smashed her eyes into a slit and barely saw the purple light, revealing a figure.

This figure is quite compact, only the size of an adult's thumb, and there are two purple thin-winged wings behind it.

"Little man?" Wanshou Niangzi slightly glimpsed ~lightnovelpub.net~ recognized the silhouette of this figure.

Bathed in the purple light, the villain slowly opened his eyes. His eyes are also purple and purple, and he is very deep.

As he opened his eyes, a strong breath came out.

Eight turn 蛊仙!

For a time, this breath made the battle of the Daxueshan blessings high in the sky.

"How come there is another eight-turned celestial appearance? And it is... the breath of Beiyuan!" Bichentian and Weilingyang looked at each other and felt extremely bad.

"Seeing the Purple Man!" The shadowless evil has already led the celestial being behind him, and bowed to the eight-turned villain.

With the exception of Bai Ningbing, it is still straight.

"Wake up again. Um..." The little man stunned his eyes, and soon the confusion on his face disappeared. Instead, he was replaced by a cold and indifferent color. (To be continued.)

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