This voice immediately attracted the attention of Zhang Xuan and Quan Dingding.
It was Yang Xingxia’s three words that attracted Zhang Xuan.
And it was the crisp female voice that attracted Quan Dingding.
“There is a young lady…no, a female benefactor has been killed! Amitabha, the monks take compassion as their compassion.” Quan Dingding put his hands together in front of him, “Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. The road sees unevenness, and the poor monks can’t Sit back and watch, thief, take your life!”
Quan Dingding’s fat hands smeared with greasy wiped the robes indiscriminately, then took the whisk, leaped in the air, and yelled: “Bold evildoer, Lao Na can see that you are not a human at a glance. Today I will I want you to be exposed, look at my mighty dragon!”
In the dense fog, Quan Dingding just waved his whisk, but was cut by a sharp sword air.
In the oasis, Yang Shou tomb stood beside Yang Xingxia with his hands behind his back. He didn’t need to make any movements at all. The sword energy surrounding him made him a rare opponent in the God Realm.
Yang Xingxia is holding the Xixia Sabre, and now he also has the power to give gods. Following the tomb of Yang Shou, Yang Xingxia easily swallowed two small inheritances. At this moment, Yang Xingxia focused on the third one.
Five thousand years of history in the hot summer. In these five thousand years, there have been many outstanding people born, and there are more inheritances than expected. However, these inheritances are limited in strength and cannot be like Xixia inheritance and Loulan inheritance. In this way, the heroic spirits in it can suppress the evil god fragments, so it is not a recognition. In the eyes of many large inheritors, such inheritance is their best tonic. They can strengthen their own rations, as long as they can swallow a certain number of small ones. Inheritance can awaken the heroic spirits of one’s own inheritance and step into the realm of controlling the spirit.
Opposite Yang Xingxia, there is a pair similar to the Xixia heritage. A gray-haired old woman with a girl. The girl holds a pink fan and wears a long skirt. She is in her early twenties. When he was mao, he was in Yang Xingxia’s hands at this moment, with blood hanging on the corners of his mouth, and he looked particularly embarrassed.
The old woman next to the girl is obviously the protector of this girl, but compared with Yang Shou tomb, the strength of this old woman is far worse. After all, the extreme sword is not just talking.
Earlier, Yang Shou’s tomb was alive for Xixia’s inheritance. When Yang Xingxia passed on to Xixia, Yang Shou’s tomb lived for Yang Xingxia. What Yang Xingxia said was what Yang Shou’s tomb was going to do.
The appearance of Quan Ding Ding interrupted Yang Xingxia’s upcoming attack on the girl’s rhythm, but it only interrupted the rhythm. Under Yang Shou’s tomb’s sword aura, it was clear that Quan Ding Ding’s great mighty dragon did not perform well. Little effect.
“Wow! Bold old thief, watch the poor monk accept you!”
In front of the girl, Quan Dingding exploded with unprecedented bravery. In the middle of waving his arms, the whisk in his hand instantly rose to more than ten meters in length, winding towards the tomb of Yang Shou.
Yang Shou’s tomb was standing there, and there was no movement from Yang Shou’s tomb. The more than ten meters of dust was broken every inch.
“Crap! I have eaten a lot of meat recently, I am not good at Buddha, and the Da Luo Fa curse has failed!”
Quan Dingding’s face became extremely ugly.
“Where’s the flower monk?” When Yang Shou’s tomb looked at Quan Dingding, he saw that this man was not serious, waved his hand, and ordered at Yang Shou’s tomb, “Kill.”
Yang Shou’s tomb nodded slightly, stretched out his sword fingers, and lightly pointed at Quan Quan.
Under Yang Shou’s tomb’s finger, Quan Dingding’s face changed drastically, and he could feel the edge of his surroundings, and the brave appearance just now disappeared completely at this moment.
“Grandpa, don’t kill me!” Quan Ding dinged and knelt in front of Yang Shou’s tomb, “Grandpa, don’t you invest in it? There are some good projects like the monk, and you won’t lose money.”
The girl originally saw Quan Dingding appearing in a majestic manner, and thought that things would turn for the better, but the monk knelt there in less than a few seconds after he appeared.
“Nonsense.” Yang Shou tomb snorted coldly, his sword fingers kept pointing, and he was going to cut it all.
A cold light emitted from Yang Shou’s tomb and went straight to Quan Dingding. Just as this cold light was about to hit Quan Dingding, another cold light emerged out of thin air, directly cutting off the offensive from Yang Shou’s tomb.
“Master with a sword!” Yang Shou’s tomb instantly looked in one direction. In the direction Yang Shou’s tomb was looking at, the sky was full of white sword lights, and the sky was overwhelming Yang Shou’s tomb.
Yang Shou’s tomb showed a solemn look, “The sword is condensed, and there is a peaceful mood. In this mood, there is an undefeated belief. This sword intent, is it the legendary…”
At the end of Yang Shou’s tomb, countless sword lights were also issued.
Just as Yang Shou’s tomb and those sword lights were smashing, Zhang Xuan’s figure suddenly flashed behind Quan Dingding, carrying Quan Dingding’s back collar, “Go!”
“Bring Miss Sister…no, take the female donor too!” Quan Dingding did not forget the ghost scream as he fled for his life.
The old woman beside the girl was not a fool. Seeing that Yang Shou’s tomb was being pinned down, she immediately pulled up the girl and said, “Go!”
Zhang Xuan took Quan Dingding, the old woman took the girl, and the four of them rushed in the same direction in the mist.
“Female donor, please come with the poor monk, Amitabha.”
This scene is a long story, but it happened in an instant.
When Yang Shou’s tomb broke the sky full of sword light, Zhang Xuan and the four had completely disappeared into the mist.
Yang Shoumu is not in a hurry to chase after him, but who is going to go to? ”
There was no sound coming from the mist.
Yang Shou’s tomb continued to speak: “Your sword, who did I learn from in ancient books?”
In the mist, there was still silence.
“Old stuff, what are you doing! Everyone ran away!” Yang Xingxia glanced at the place where the girl ran, and was not angry.
When Yang Shou’s tomb saw that there was no answer for a long time, he shook his head and said to Yang Xingxia: “Master, there are masters hiding in the dark.”
“A shit master.” Yang Xingxia looked disdainful, “If you are a master, you won’t be able to hide it. You trash, you can let go of the prey you get. Quickly, let me find her! I don’t just want her inheritance, but also The one who wants her!”
Yang Xingxia’s eyes are full of strong possessiveness.
Yang Shou tomb bowed, “The old slave will follow the master’s name.”
Yang Shou’s tomb felt a little, and he led Yang Xingxia into the mist. These mists couldn’t stop the existence of human cats and the broken army, and naturally they couldn’t stop Yang Shou’s tomb.
At this time, Yang Shou’s tomb and Yang Xingxia were still in the mist, with only one purpose, and that was hunting. Many inheritors came this time. These inheritors were all prey of Yang Xingxia. He really enjoyed the feeling of playing a hunter like this.
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