Chapter 882 (1/2)

Faced with the threat of death, tiancang Taoist must face up to the threat of death.

Although you know that you can't get it, it's a dead end if you don't resist. It's better to let go.

Ye Xiuluo's fingerprints are so terrible that they can hardly resist. The invisible handprint caught the floating dust in the hands of tiancang road and crushed it.

Then he printed it on the chest of Taoist priest tiancang with extremely fierce posture.

Tiancang Taoist couldn't resist it and retreated again and again. He only felt that his chest was full of blood, which made him sad.

After a move, the two people stand up to each other. However, ye Xiuluo did not take advantage of the victory, but sneered at tiancang and said: ”tiancang old ghost, I didn't expect to see you for more than a hundred years. Your cultivation is still in place. It seems that you, the old guy, have lived on the dog for the past 100 years. It's really pathetic!”

In the face of Ye Xiuluo's ridicule, tiancang Dao was angry and scolded: ”ye Xiuluo, you can't be a hero just by playing with your mouth. We can see the real chapter under our hands if we have the ability!”

”A dead duck has a hard mouth!” Ye Xiuluo disdained to hum a way: ”I want to see you this old Taoist still have how to...”

Ye Xiuluo was disdainful, waiting for the ”power” of the tiancang Taoist.

I saw Taoist tiancang holding a finger, and suddenly a peach wood sword appeared in his hand. The Yellow characters on the body of the sword were clearly visible: ”all fighting soldiers are in front of each other, come out...”

As he spoke, the Yellow characters floated up and turned into a circle around yeshura.

Ye Xiuluo didn't startle but said with a smile: ”tiancang old ghost, I still think you have any novel means. It's just the same as the old one. It's disgraceful!”

Say ye Xiuluo big hand a wave, a way: ”break!”

A purple demon fire burns up, which burns up the Yellow characters of tiancang Taoist.

But tiancang Taoist is actually the leader of Maoshan for hundreds of years, where is such a good match. At the moment of Ye Xiuluo's elation, the peach wood sword in tiancang Dao's hands flashed, and his body turned into a flash of lightning, and went straight to ye Xiuluo.

Ye Xiuluo was unprepared and was stabbed in the chest by this peach wood sword.

However, ye Xiuluo didn't seem to care. He just said coldly: ”yes, it's good. There's no improvement in magic power. The cultivation of martial arts has made a lot of progress. This sword can be compared with the flying immortal in the sky

Although he was stabbed by Taoist tiancang's peach wood sword, it seems that ye Xiuluo has nothing to do with it.

Just when tiancang Taoist wanted to make further efforts, ye Xiuluo's black robe suddenly disappeared, leaving only a shadow in front of him.

Tiancang Dao was so frightened that he couldn't feel his head for a moment.

However, when ye Xiuluo's cold laughter accompanied by his body appeared again, tiancang road talent cried out: ”not good!”

However, it was too late for Taoist priest Cang to react on that day. Ye Xiuluo's hands suddenly lit up a dark light, which was directly printed on the back heart of tiancang Taoist. He was beaten out by this huge force before he could turn around.

Puff, a mouthful of blood spurted out, tiancang Taoist man's body fell on the verge of falling in front of the huge old king.