C771: Buddhism, Sanctuary of Worship (2/2)

Baihu rushed out first, and greeted the thousands of Zen sticks alone.

With a flash of Bai Mang, she turned into a real white fox, and her nine tails soared into the sky and swept towards those phantoms.

Both of them are top mid-range gods, and it is difficult to separate the winners and losers for a while.

On the other hand, the green robe Ye Fan used the cultivation practice in the early days of deification to block a disciple alone.

Ye Qingchen stood on top of the crater, one sword at a time. Qi Yujian, evil spirits rose up.

Step by step, Wuyou stepped into the air, and the coercion of the deification of the gods directly imprisoned the air around her.

It's like pressing a thousand mountains on your body!

”You have time to get out of here now!” There is no worry or grief, as if not a soul in front of you, but a dead wood and a gravel!

Disdain is disdain of staring at the sky.

Ye Qingchen held the sword and clenched his teeth: ”As long as I stand here, you can't stop thinking about it!”

A sword stabbed into the sky, and the sound of ghosts crying and wailing loudly for a while.

The dark shadow of the sword appeared, hundreds of meters long, and the power was naturally good.

However, in the eyes of worry-free, it is a trick for children, and it is hard to be elegant.

”I gave you a chance!”

As soon as the voice fell, there was no need to worry about it. In the void he stepped on, a crack like a spider's web cracked in an instant.

Broken Phantom, unable to capture at all.

The next moment, the side of the huge sword shadow flashed out of worry-free figure, and a punch blasted towards the sword shadow.

Uh ~

With a loud bang, the sword shadow seemed to be severely hit, and was immediately forcibly broken by the fist.

Ye Qingchen's face ”colored” changed greatly, and the feather swords in his hands were forced to fly out.

However, before she responded, she had already reached her back without worry ~