Ling Yuansheng said softly, "Fufeng Qian’s coming to attack the camp at this time is bound to be weak, just to take this opportunity to sneak in and destroy the array base."
"Having said that, there must be Godsworn Tsukiji guarding the camp of Qianshi in Fufeng, and there must never be a few monks who should send people there?"
Ling Yuansheng smoothed her beard and looked calm, but her eyes were full of determination.
"I’ll go myself!"
Chapter one hundred and fifty Burning Shou Yuan palm dead preconditions for later monks!
Ling Yuansheng did not fly directly to Fufeng Qian’s camp outside the array, but flew back for a certain distance and then flew back to Fufeng Qian’s camp outside the array.
Looking at Ling Yuansheng flying away, Qian Daqing wondered in his heart, "What is Ling Yuansheng doing?"
But he didn’t think much about the battlefield.
Ling Yuangu controlled the Golden Eagle Knife Qian Daqing and held the ink crutch. The two monks fought together in the later period of the foundation.
Ling has a fairy sword pointing to the back of the previous stroke, and the water-cut sword flies out instantly, stabbing Qian Dafen in the middle of Tsukiji with a sharp but firm but gentle sword.
He cast a congenital sword foundation. Although he has just built a foundation, his strength is comparable to that of ordinary monks in the middle of the foundation.
Ling Yuangu knew that even if he wasn’t Qian Dafen’s opponent, he could definitely stay at loggerheads with each other for a while. When Ling Yuansheng destroyed the array base and returned, he would be safe. He didn’t worry about Ling Youxian.
Ling Youdao pinched a tactic, and the blue light flashed, and the Xuan umbrella instantly supported and suspended his head, and suddenly there was a three-foot flying sword in his hand.
With an umbrella with a second-order defensive spirit, he directly killed Qian Qing with a sword.
Qian Qing has been building a foundation for many years, but it is about to enter the middle stage of building a foundation. The strength of monks is very strong in the early stage of building a foundation.
Ling Yuangu didn’t know that Ling Youdao was most worried about him.
In the later period of Tsukiji, Qian Dafang offered a deep blue sword and looked at Muyu faintly and said, "The old guy is dying. It’s better not to get involved in this matter."
Smell speech MuYu not angry but ha ha a smile "although I am not far from death, I can deal with you more than enough."
"Hum big talk"
Money generous sword swing a deep and remote blue sword mans to MuYu.
MuYu smile hand pinch tactic a psychic shield instantaneous will protect him inside.
Deep and remote blue sword mans cut spiritual force shield issued a "bang" sound to wipe out a piece of Mars.
MuYu bland asked with a smile "? Am I ok? "
Staring at Mu Yu’s generous money, I was slightly surprised that "what a terrible old guy is dying and can still burst into such a powerful strength."
The friar is still mortal, and when he is very close to Shou Yuan’s deadline, his qi and blood will plummet instantly.
More than ten years ago, Mu Yu’s qi and blood were still slowly declining, but in the last two or three years, qi and blood have really plummeted.
Of course, Qian Dafang didn’t contribute, but it was just a test, but even so, he felt awkward.
"The old guy has just."
With that, he quickly changed his hands, made a complicated French seal, and then punched the deep blue sword.
Suddenly, the light black and blue wound sword gradually became bigger and released a chill gas.
Mu Yu was slightly shocked, and a red light was emitted from behind the French seal. His head was gathered into a four-legged round tripod with mysterious runes engraved all over his body. The tripod face was a beast’s first stove cover.
There was a movement in the virtual tripod, and everyone saw it in the big battle.
Ling Yuan Gu was surprised. "This is …"
Ling Youdao was equally surprised. "This is Grandpa …"
……
Anyone who has seen Ling Yuansheng offer a virtual tripod can’t help but think that Mu Yu can also offer a virtual tripod. From the perspective of emitting breath, it is almost the same as Ling Yuansheng’s offering a virtual tripod.
The virtual tripod flew out and hit the money generously, and the money generously controlled it to become bigger, and the blue sword cut the virtual tripod.
The virtual tripod seems illusory, but it abruptly shoulders the deep and remote blue sword.
The big tripod sword trembled, and MuYu’s hands changed. The tripod furnace cover flew up and the tripod mouth was facing the deep and blue sword. The airflow rushed to the deep and blue sword and moved slowly.
"bad"
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