Chapter 1795 (1/2)

Zuo Shuanglong was surprised and angry.

But at the moment, his whole body was not only in the reverse flow of Qi and blood, but also in the meridians for a moment. He couldn't run smoothly. Suddenly, he could only watch the woman in black dress smile and punch him again.

This punch, clearly also separated hundreds of Zhang distance.

But at the moment, in Zuo Shuanglong's eyes, it's like the heaven, the earth, the sun and the moon are all broken by this blow.

He is like the most insignificant dust, about to be crushed by each other.

”Jiuyang yaori umbrella!”

At this time, Wan Yanjie, not far away, gave a sharp drink and threw out his golden umbrella.

Surging aura, strongly urged, in an instant, just like pouring a spoonful of boiling oil on the flame.

The boiling golden light, melting gold into iron, scorching heart in the hot sun, shot at the black skirt woman, like a torrent, which would swallow her up in an instant.

”It's a good treasure.”

But to Wan Yanjie's surprise, the woman in the black dress was fearless. With a grim smile, she reached out and grabbed at the golden light.

The golden light, which was enough to burn a monk who was just in the mood of heaven, was reflected on the hand of the woman in the black skirt. It was like warm water, and it didn't work at all.

The woman in the black skirt seemed to be searching for something. When she stretched out her arm, she felt like she was crossing the void. In an instant, she crossed the distance of the golden light, grabbed the golden light umbrella and pulled it violently.

Wan Yanjie immediately felt that there was a strong force to pull the Jiuyang yaori umbrella away from his side.

The umbrella was his blood. At the moment, it seemed that his blood was stripped.

It made him very angry.

”Bold!” With a roar, Wan Yanjie's long hair parted like a tide.

The forehead position after long hair, suddenly, flesh and blood wriggle, open a vertical eye!

That's why he always covers his face with long hair.

As soon as the vertical eye opened, a golden light, with incomparable grandeur and dignity like the coming of God, shot into the palm of the black skirt woman.

Zizi Zizi——

It's like the sound of meat leaving the oil pan.

The palm of the black skirt woman's hand, instantly become bloody.

That black skirt woman didn't have a wrinkle, immediately laugh: ”just like this?”

Voice down, she suddenly bully body forward, regardless of his palm injury, five fingers open, as if to grasp the sky, suddenly pull.

Jiuyang yaori umbrella was immediately held in her hand.

The next moment, Wan Yanjie felt that he had lost contact with Jiuyang yaori umbrella.

His eyes flashed thick murder, staring at the black dress woman.

The black skirt woman was also looking at him, holding the handle of the umbrella. Almost all of them were pierced. At the moment, blood was seeping from her fingers and flowing down the handle.

She snorted coldly: ”I want this treasure. If I have the ability, I'll take it myself!”

With that, the woman in black skirt turned around and flew in the direction she came.

”Don't let her escape!” Wan Yanjie and Zuo Shuanglong almost drank at the same time.

They turned into two streamers in an instant, chasing the black skirt woman just now.

They were followed by three disciples of emperor Yuzong.

After chasing Chu Yan, Heijiao Laozu didn't see Chu Yan. He was wondering when he saw a monk with long hair covering his face. He burst out of the air without saying a word.

In a flash, thunder and lightning, like a roaring dragon, pours down on her.

Boom!