Hai Weilan took two steps back before he could deal with the aftershocks coming from the broken sword. He raised his lips and said, "As expected of the old immortal god, he is quite capable of causing harm to things!"

Hearing that she could still joke, Yu Wuhen felt relieved. Yuan Yuming also breathed a long sigh of relief. This girl was really willful and rushed out without even a word of dissuasion.

He didn't say the previous sentence. He also became more and more curious about Yu Wuhen's identity. What could make that girl care so much about him? Who is this person?

Caoqiu Lianyu didn't know what the two people were thinking, but he himself was shocked. He broke off Hai Weilan's weapon and knocked her back two steps. It seemed that he had the upper hand, but in fact he knew in his heart that he was just

Just a slight advantage. This advantage does not lie in skill, but in weapons.

His double hooks are made of ten thousand years of cold iron, and the long sword is only slightly stronger than an ordinary weapon. How can it be the opponent of the cold hooks? It is natural that it will break.

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Hai Weilan's eyes darkened. She didn't use all her strength, so why should he use it? He was holding a double hook, but he only used one hand just now, and the other hand was still holding Du Zun's body. This man is not good.

Deal with it!

If she couldn't get the antidote for another ten minutes, Yu Wuhen would have died from the poison, and she wouldn't have time to grind her teeth with him.

A vast expanse of white.

Cao Qiu Lianyu felt the long-lost oppressive force from the cold air, and couldn't help but shouted: "Okay!"

The two of them moved at the same time, their bodies staggered, and their positions changed, from face to face to back to back. Cao Qiu Lianyu felt a cold air invade his body, and his blood boiled. The half-handled long sword in Hai Weilan's hand was broken into several pieces, leaving only

The next part of the sword hilt is still in his hand.

On the surface, Hai Weilan was still at a disadvantage, and Yu Wuhen, Yuan Yuming and others were all sweating.

Cao Qiu Lianyu suppressed his surging blood and turned around, "If this is your full strength, then I will be disappointed!"

Hai Weilan also turned around, "I have only made people despair, but I have never let people down!" Before he finished speaking, he threw away the hilt of his sword, and the man was already approaching with a strong cold air. He fired both palms together and passed by.

There is an ice-shaped snow shadow.

Cao Qiu Lianyu felt that the force of oppression had doubled, and he was secretly surprised. This little woman looked to be only twenty years old. Even if she started practicing kung fu at the age of one, she would not be able to develop such deep internal strength. Unless she had an unexpected encounter, or she was simply not

He was a martial arts prodigy. He didn't dare to neglect, he raised 90% of his internal strength, and used the cold hook like a snake at a tricky angle to hit Hai Weilan's chest.

Hai Weilan turned to one side, dodged the cold hook, and suddenly changed the direction of the attack. He slapped his face with a palm, and struck his arm holding the corpse of the Poison Lord with a palm. At the same time, he swept his right foot across, sealing his

Lower plate.

She divided her mind into three things and made all kinds of calculations. Cao Qiu Lianyu was shocked. If he moved sideways, he could avoid the attacks on his lower body and arms, but he could not avoid the slap from the face. He flipped backwards in the air, and he could avoid the attacks on his lower body.

He Mian Men's attack, but he couldn't dodge the move that hit his arm. In desperation, he didn't care about his face and dragged Du Zun's body in front of him.

"Female brother, be careful! It's poisonous!" Yu Wuhen could see clearly from the side and warned urgently.

Hai Weilan lost his weapon and was a little short of attack range. He didn't dare to hit him head-on, so he hurriedly stepped back and shouted loudly: "Qing Lin, let me use your sword!"

Qing Lin heard her name and looked at Yu Wuhen hesitantly. He had two swords on him, one was his own, although it was sharp, it was not a rarity; the other was priceless and real.

The sword, but it belongs to the master, and he doesn't dare to make the decision.
Chapter completed!