Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"Call! Hey!"

The two swords with the breath of death cut down on them. However, at that moment, I saw the strangeness of the scene and the whole heart fell down, like a hail.

He looked at the scene slyly, watching the two swords with the breath of death slashed into the flames, and opened the flames, but the place, but did not see Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Moser.

At that moment, his heart seemed to be still, until he saw the light flashing. On the side of the flame, when the figure of Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Moze appeared again, the heart he mentioned was beating, and the whole person also A heavy sigh of relief.

Nothing is fine, he thought, thought...

Feng Jiu took Xuanyuan Moze back a few meters to stabilize the body. At that moment, she protected him with the flame, and pulled him into the space to avoid the two deadly attacks. I can’t imagine that if there is no space for them to avoid at that moment, What kind of scene would be the two swords with the sword of death falling on them?

Her heart was so deep that she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, swept the gloomy face of the black lotus master, and then looked at Xuanyuan Moser and asked, "How are you?"

"Nothing." Xuanyuan Moze said, slightly shaking his head, the look of dignity: "His strength has increased a lot, can not be taken lightly."

"I know." She replied.

The Qingfeng sword in his hand clenched his eyes and stared at the Lord of the Black Lotus. The next moment, he greeted him with Xuanyuan Moze and went to the Lord of the Black Lotus.

"It seems that you have a secret treasure!"

The eyes of the black lotus are staring at Feng Jiu, and the eyes are full of excitement. Now, in his eyes, all the treasures of Feng Jiu’s body will be his, not only the ancient Qinglian, but also The moment when the two disappeared, he was enough to let him know that there is still a portable space on Feng Jiu’s body!

The hand is raised, the black long sword flies, as if there is a life-like attack on Xuanyuan Mozawa. At the same time, his palm gathers a force of black lotus to gather together to form a group.

The black figure greets the Qingfeng sword in the hands of Feng Jiu, and does not avoid the flash. The palm of the hand hits the hot and incomparable, and recruits fatal, directly hit Fengfeng.

On the other hand, Xuanyuan Moze was entangled in the black temperament of the long sword, and the black lotus scent that radiated the death scented the sharp scent like a blade, crossed the body of Xuanyuan Moze, and broke his whole body. The breath, cut through his robes.

The black breath entered the body, just a glimpse, and the chilly bones were creepy, and countless black smoke wrapped him in it, as if he had to get into his body.

Seeing the strangeness of this scene, he was not allowed to be seriously injured. He immediately lifted his breath toward Xuanyuan Mozawa. The body breathped and the palm of the hand slammed away. A dazzling light flashed from his hand to the black. The smoke went away and the black smoke was dispersed.

"How are you? Can you still hold it?" Before a flash of the body, the dust drove the Xuan Mozawa, who was slightly messy at the pace. Only when he held his hand, he felt a smoldering gas into his palm. He was shocked and suddenly looked at him.

"Nothing." Xuanyuan Moze licked his lips, but the lips were faintly discolored. His face was also ugly, but he was still holding on.

"The dying spirit of Heilongjiang is that today's Fengjiu is also difficult to resist, you..."