As soon as Han Baoju swung the soft whip in his hand, he was beaten down by a silver whip and landed on the ground like a dead snake.

Guo Jing was restrained and was ashamed to be a mount, screaming there, worried and helpless.

When Yang Lin arrived, he saw this scene.

I also saw clearly that Guo Jing is actually not in danger for the time being.

Mei Chaofeng also needs his "mount", and it seems that he needs to ask more Taoist terms from his mouth to solve the headache of being obsessed with his practice.

The danger is Huang Rong.

...

A noble young man, dressed in white clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand, was smiling at this time, like a cat playing with a mouse, waving his palm to shoot down at Huang Rong.

His body is as erratic as a ghost, and his palm is cold and swaying.

With one palm, a piece of white mark was produced, and frosting flowers condensed in the air.

This should be the Shentuo Snow Mountain Palm of Baituo Mountain in the Western Regions.

No wonder Master Wang Chuyi said that this person has very high skills and is difficult to deal with.

It's true.

Huang Rong, now stepping on the Bibo Step and the fallen sword palm with one hand, was already making the flower shadows colorful.

But basically he can only defend and escape and escape.

Fortunately, Ouyang Ke just wanted to catch her, and did not get angry, so he did not lose immediately.

While Ouyang Ke took action, his mouth was still shady and said, "This little girl, as long as you surrender, I will not hurt you."

Not only will you love you well, but you will also enjoy the fun that you will never enjoy in your life..."

Huang Rong snorted angrily, rolled to the ground, and ran outward.

She knew that her martial arts skills were too far behind this disgusting guy and she would never fight with him, otherwise she would fail sooner or later.

So, a leap, like a carp leaping on the waves, was about to escape.

At this time, a Tibetan monk wearing a monk's hat and a big red cassock smiled and slapped him.

The huge handprint was covered with a bloody red aura, and it was about to be printed on Huang Rong's back heart.

Yang Lin recognized at a glance that this person was Master Lingzhi.

This guy is the most despicable and shameless.

He squinted his eyes, slightly puzzled.

These people are so bold...

With a long roar, even the house was almost overturned, but he ignored him.

Even Wanyan Honglie didn't even shout for help.

I don’t know if I have never suffered any losses or have been through the peace, but everyone has forgotten to be in awe.

He flashed and arrived beside Huang Rong. While grabbing Huang Rong's wrist, he slapped it out with his backhand.

boom……

The wind was swept away.

Master Lingzhi's handprint was filled with cold and violent slap, and a trace of cruel coldness flashed in his eyes.

I felt the palm wind colliding, and I was like a palm printed on the steel city wall.

Not only did the power come back, but the toxins also fought back.

Kalala...

Amid a series of explosions.

Master Lingzhi's entire arm was broken into countless pieces, and the powerful force rushed by, completely shattering his body, limbs and bones, and then to his internal organs.

The whole person was beaten upside down, still in the air, and his chest collapsed, and he could see the broken internal organs.

He forced himself to look at it, his eyes full of confusion, "Why is it you?"

Of course he recognized Yang Lin.

When they lived in Nanhu, Jiaxing, they had besieged each other.

However, not long after, when I saw it again... the other party pressed it down with his palm, and not only did he bump into his poisonous palm, but his internal force was reversed.

Moreover, the muscles and bones of the body were all broken and all five internal organs were shattered.

"Bang..."

A shock sound.

Master Lingzhi lay on the ground, blood flowing like a spring in his mouth, and his twitching twice, then he died of breath.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Huang Rong's body was pulled to change direction.

She found that she was held by one hand and was as powerless as a child... She was shocked and when she felt despair, she suddenly saw the face of the person who was holding her, and her body suddenly became soft.

"Big man."

Then, I was shocked to see that under Yang Lin's palm, the ferocious Tibetan monk was almost beaten into meat paste.

Death can't die again.

"What a strong palm power."

Huang Rong couldn't help but be shocked. For a moment, she lost all her worries.

...

"The enemy is powerful, take action together."

Peng Lianhu is known as a Thousand Hands Slaughter. He is used to killing people and has extraordinary eyesight.

While Lingzhi was hit by a palm, he felt something was wrong.

The opponent's strength has improved too much.

At this time, he came with a fierce murderous intent again.

If you don't hold back his momentum, everyone will be in danger tonight.

Therefore, the first time was to call on the old monster Liang Ziweng and Ouyang Ke to take action together.

While shouting, his pair of judges' pens had bitten Yang Lin's waist like a poisonous snake.

Liang Ziweng cooperated with him for a long time and became more and more intimate.

As early as Peng Lianhu's body was sweeping forward, his sleeves shook, and two meridian bone-transmissive nails shot directly into Yang Lin's eyebrows and chest.

Being close and taking quick action is even more difficult to defend.

Yang Lin laughed a long time, and the sword light in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

A swaying night rain.

The lights are swaying, and the clear sky and bright moon are as if the wind suddenly blew.

A slight drizzle filled the sky.

The cold spring is biting, and the sword energy is as frost.

As soon as this coldness hit her heart, Peng Lianhu wanted to retreat.

However, it seems too late.

He watched the two blood-red meridian bone-transmissive nails melt in the snow-bright sword light.

Countless iron filings turned into light fog and shot towards the front...

Then I saw a stream of light, sweeping across my pen and then across my waist.

As he felt a slight in his hand, severe pain came from his waist, and Peng Lianhu couldn't help but let out a shocking roar.

Everyone was shocked and looked up.

I saw this famous Qianjie Renshu. At this time, the upper body and lower body had been divided into two pieces, and at the same time, his pair of judge pens were also transformed into two pieces.

At some point, I was slashed by the sword light.

"What kind of sword technique is this? It's so fierce..."

The six monsters in Jiangnan had already stopped and looked at the scene in front of him and were a little stunned.

Especially Zhu Cong, he saw the most clearly and could feel the biting cold inside, and couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"It's Quanzhen Sword Technique, but this one is completely different when used, and it's much more powerful than that Taoist Priest Qiu."

Although Han Xiaoying has the lowest martial arts skills among the six monsters, she also knows the best of swordsmanship, and she is shocked at this time.

"And, looking at this, his sword intent has not yet been exhausted, and he has just started to act..."
To be continued...