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Xiao Bai was ahead and continued to open the way with the sword. She thinks that Ye Ting is very interesting and young. She may be hurt by her arrogance before she makes such a naive move.

Fairy's spell, should he consume a lot?

Thinking about this, Xiao Bai's sword was a bit fierce, and he tried not to let Ye Ting make a supplementary attack. Ye Ting can naturally detect Xiao Bai's changes, and the spells on his hand slow down a bit.

Fangcai's spell consumption is not large, and it can have a powerful killing effect and range, purely because of the increasing effect of the Five Elements Guiyuan Banner. If there is no Five Elements Guiyuan Banner, this set of spells will consume almost half of his true energy, which is much more expensive than Thunder.

Xiao Bai saw that Ye Ting was not blind-hearted, and was better for Ye Ting's senses. Unconsciously, she in turn cooperated with Ye Ting's footsteps, and the two almost moved side by side.

"You said, will we die in flesh and blood hell?" Ye Ting said to Xiao Baidao naturally, just like an old friend who had known each other for many years.

"It's hard to say, even if the overlord wins, we might die." Xiao Bai was not excited about the issue of life and death.

"You are the sword spirit cultivated by Yue Jianzong, why take this risk?"

"I heard that your master is a monk of the virtual realm, and I haven't thrown you over to practice." Xiao Bai's sword was flourishing, and the sword light flew out of the hundred feet, beheading a **** holding a bow and arrow on a high building in the distance.

"I am a monk of the demon monk, I will always roll in the red dust."

"Here is hell, not red dust."

"If you know **** ..." Ye Ting didn't go on, because even if he knew, he would come and see. The harvest this time is not small, but on Hong Ri and Li Wanji, he has confirmed that his demon heart is becoming firmer.

"These hells will become more and more difficult." Xiao Baijian breathed out, Jianguang differentiated into four, and began to use superior swordsmanship.

"The only four are ..."

"Uncle Lu Shi's disciples, in a few years, will almost be able to form a pill, but unfortunately fell here." Xiao Bai said, not a pity in his tone.

Li Wanji waved his sword blankly in the back, and Dragon Tree occasionally leaked a few hells to her, so that she would not do nothing while idle. She was like a puppet, except that Dragon Tree didn't pull the string.

The hells were culled, and the true virtual mirror reflected the true side. After the disintegration of flesh and blood and the black Sanskrit, a stronger grievance was generated, and they gathered towards the center of the city.

The hells transformed by these mortals are just equivalent to the warriors in the gas refining period. Their resurrection time after time will have more and more powerful power.

When the demon clan ruled the world, the warrior had the strongest power and once reached the equivalent of the Dandan realm.

This is the limit of human warrior, I am afraid it is also the ultimate change of flesh and blood hell. If he is alone, Ye Ting knows that he will not support it for long, and he will die in the endless hell.

What is the difference between insisting on three or five months and living on three or five days? In the end, they were all assimilated into flesh and blood hell, and became the **** crowd.

Putting life and death on others is not done by the disciples. Ye Ting was very helpless to find that this time it was the sister who was the most reliable. Listening to Xiao Bai's meaning, Yue Jianzong would rather sacrifice his disciples and also have to complete any arrangement.

This is reluctant to ruin the void of Tennoji Temple, otherwise nine infants besieged two Tibetan monasteries. It would take too long to destroy Tennoji Temple.

Yue Jianzong's sword repair fought hard everywhere to contain the power of Tennoji, is this to sacrifice for the overall situation? I just don't know that Hong Ri and Li Wanji, they know that they are all chess pieces that can be sacrificed.

If you know, there will be resentment, and with resentment, it will easily turn into hell.

"Ye Daoyou, just ahead."

When Ye Ting felt the pressure was increasing, a small temple in front of him suddenly appeared in his eyes. The **** sun in the sky became dimmer, but the temperature became hot.

The smell of scorched air diffused in the air, and a large amount of fly ash rose with the wind.

The gate of the temple is narrow and somewhat worn. An earthy yellow plaque on the top reads the three characters of Sheshen Temple. The weeds on the eaves swayed yellow, the courtyard walls were cracked, and the whole temple had the meaning of crumbling.

The hells in the distance stopped traveling, and seemed to dare not approach this temple.

The black crushed people gathered and watched in the distance, and their eyes began to bleed, like the sun in the sky, with a scent of evil spirits.

"How to get in?" Ye Ting looked at the closed temple door and asked Xiao Bai.

"Go in." Xiao Bai raised his sword and went up the stone steps. At Sheshen Temple stone level nine, Xiao Bai came to the door in two steps, left and right with two swords, and drew a fork on the temple door. The wooden door was like shredded tofu, cracked to the ground.

Xiao Bai stood on the threshold, Ye Ting looked behind her, a huge censer in the middle of the yard, two people kneeling in front of the censer, dressed in gorgeous clothes. The two men are a man and a woman, the man is gray-haired, the waist is straight, the woman is dressed in a bun, and her back is dignified and elegant.

Ye Ting's eyes shifted, and he saw a crown on the ground beside the man. The shadows of two tall linden trees in the courtyard covered half of the courtyard. Cigarettes curled around two praying people.

"This is the Jurchen Lord and his princess." Xiao Bai pointed at the back of the two with a long sword and said to Ye Ting: "If you want to see Brother Yuyang, you must first kill the two most powerful hells. . "

Ye Ting Taixu's mirror swept out the secrets of the king's couple. The two of them had two long black lines running through the body from head to toe. It was a set of fine Sanskrit.

There is the power of Jiedan realm in the two of them. But it doesn't look as good as Hong Ri and Li Wanji.

Xiao Bai stood on the threshold, as if stepping on the dividing line between the two realms. The Jurchen sovereign and his princess continued to pray and did not look back. In the shadow of the Taixu Mirror, a sergeant in heavy armor appeared in the shadow under the courtyard wall, holding a halberd, and his face was also covered by a yellow metal mask.

Two teams of sergeants, each with fifty.

Xiao Bai said to Ye Ting: "The three of you, contain the Jurchen Lord, I will deal with those soldiers."

"I came to deal with the soldiers, you killed too slowly." Ye Ting waited for Xiao Bai to rebut and stepped into the temple. Xiao Bai gritted his teeth with hatred, and Long Shu pushed Li Wanji behind him and followed him into the monastery.

Li Wanji was helpless, slashing his sword against the Jurchen Lord.

Ye Ting still has a lot of demon lunar eclipses. There is nothing reluctant at the critical moment, which directly stimulates the pill pattern and allows the medicinal properties of a pill to be slowly released. On his left arm, a small crescent-shaped shield emerged, and the Di Yan sword was instantly covered with gold patterns, and the jagged blade extended.

Ye Ting's feet flashed, and a sword pierced the eyebrow of a sergeant. On the blade front, the magic pattern oscillated, and the black Sanskrit on the heart of the sergeant disintegrated directly, and was absorbed into the Diyan sword.

Ye Ting turned his body around, and the five halberds around him stabbed. The halberd twisted strangely, all stabbed on the shield that emerged from his arm. The shield surface was rippled, as if a boulder was thrown into a quiet pond. The entire courtyard began to tremble with this stab, and ripples of water appeared in the air.

The small shield on Ye Ting's arm shattered with a crack, and the crown beside the Jurchen Kingdom shone with golden light.

Under the violent impact of the golden light, the water patterns released by Ye Ting were directly washed away by half, and the lotus shadow also extinguished under the impact of the golden light.

Poof!

A head shattered under the sword of geo-inflammation. In the blood, countless lotus patterns slammed away in all directions. The power of the second sword of Qinglian Nuhai tripled. Ye Ting figure shuttled in the lotus sea, chopped off the golden light to kill, and then the sword of the lotus fired from the sergeant's armor gap.

Bang! boom……

Each sergeant fell under the sword, blood oozed from the armor, staining the ground red, and quickly joined together.

Drink!

Two sergeants pierced Ye Ting with their halberds at the back, and Ye Ting Di Yanjian let go, swaying behind him, cutting off the halberd. The strength of the sergeant can threaten his life and death, but the weapon is still cast in the world, and it is as weak as a grass stick under the sword of the earth.

Ye Ting's second sword killed more than thirty people, and the lost energy was supplemented by Demon Moon Eclipse Pill. The Jurchen Lord stood up in anger and punched Ye Ting in the distance. On his arm, two pale gold dragons flew out, forming a fist print.

Ye Ting felt that his whole body was sinking, and there were countless mortal voices in his ears. The drums of war were thunderous, and the atmosphere of the army's killing instantly filled the entire courtyard.

Longshu's eyes fell on the princess, and there was a ray of essence coiling in the princess's body. That was the power brought together by tens of millions of people in the Jurchen Kingdom!

Most of the power of the people will be absorbed by the owner, but this woman is the only princess, and can almost achieve the benefits of success. Pickling the essence of a man, Dragon Tree doesn't want to absorb it. This princess is different, just don't know if Ye Gongzi is allowed or not.

Longshu reached out quietly and grabbed the princess's neck.

Xiao Bai and Li Wanji were at the same time with two swords, blocking the Jurchen Kingdom Master. After UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com, the Jurchen Kingdom Master took a punch and could no longer deal with Ye Ting. Ye Ting returned his hand and sent the seal of Jiaolong fist into the mirror of Taixu God.

Poof! Ye Ting's third sword stabbed out, and the Jurchen Lord was unable to stop it. He watched more than forty sergeants fall under the Ye Ting sword. One hundred elite sergeants, only 18 people were still fighting with their halberds.

Ye Ting felt that his body was getting heavier. He inserted Di Yan Sword on the ground, his hands knotted, and a ray of thunder came out of the Taixu God Mirror. Each of the eighteen sergeants made a small hole in their eyebrows. Throughout. The metal mask couldn't resist the attack of Lei Yuyin at all. One hundred sergeants only insisted on three breaths. One leftover died under Ye Ting's swordsmanship and thunder.

There was a deep Sanskrit singing deep in the temple, the corpses on the ground twisted stiffly, Ye Ting stood still, his brows locked deep, and he tried his best to control the seal of the dragon fist sealed in the mirror of Taixu God.

Taixu Yuling's water vapor is strangely cold in the sky, the pale golden dragon dragon fist jumps fiercely, the voice of nearly one million mortals echoes in the fist, the fist of the fist is rushing left and right, trying to kill Taixu Yuling day.

Ye Ting pulled out the Diyan sword, throwing in the Taixu God Mirror, and collided with the fist seal. Di Yanjian was hit with a mournful sound and rolled into the space behind the Taixu God Mirror. When the fist and the sword collided, a crack appeared on the Diyan sword!

"Haha! Ye Ting, your death time is up!" The vapor of Taixu Yulingtian became thinner, and Hong Ri laughed when he saw the picture of Di Yanjian being blown away.

Yeting ignored Hong Ri, he saw the corpses under his feet crawling up one by one, and the eyes under the mask were bleeding red.

"Demon!" In the fist print, the voice of nearly one million mortals sounded, and the mirror of Taixu was shocked, and the fist print was spit out at once. The fist seal escaped from the trap, as fast as lightning, and hit the Ye Ting's heavenly spirit.