Peerless Divine Emperor

The 167th chapter of the giant elephant collapsed

The sudden shot of the cold pack made Jing Yunyi a little unresponsive.

Seeing each other's clutches will slam into their heads, Jing Yun 霄 struggling sideways, so that the head successfully avoided the attack of the former.

The head can be avoided, but the left shoulder has not escaped.

"Hey."

The cold-printed palm prints slammed on the left shoulder of Jingyun's left, and the Jingyun 霄 震 震 数 数 数 , , , 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景 景

"Jing Yunxiao."

Things have developed too fast, and Mu Shishi has not responded at any time.

Jing Yunyi was injured when she reacted.

Immediately, her heart was somewhat self-blaming. After all, Jing Yunyi asked her to help me with the cold pack. Now she is cold-packed, but she has not stopped it. It can be said that Jing Yun’s injury is partly his fault.

Fortunately, Jing Yunzhen has no life worry.

However, this has already made Mu Shi poetry angry.

The palm of the hand suddenly turned over, and a long sword was in hand, and it burst into the cold pack.

"Is that kid not dead?"

The sneak attack is not successful, and the cold package is also very unhappy.

Seeing the poems of Mu Shi’s poems, he dared to sneak, and immediately circulated with them. Between these rounds, he was careful everywhere, and he did not dare to hurt Mu Shi’s poems, so that he would retreat and have no time. Go to the Fan Sword that fell in the pool of blood.

Fan Jian **** DC, he grabbed the sword marks with one hand, almost exhausted all the strength of his body, rushed into the jungle around him.

When people are about to die, they know how terrible death is.

Fan Jian has only one thought at the moment, and that is to live.

But he hadn't run a few steps yet. A breeze suddenly passed by him. He only felt that he had a flower in front of him. When he returned to God, a figure was already standing in front of him, completely blocking his way. .

“Jing Yunhao?”

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Fan Jian sees the devil, and his heart is terrified.

"How? When I installed it, I wanted to run it. I wasn’t very eager to kill me. Would you want to take my head back and exchange for 500,000 silver? How can I run away now?"

Jing Yun霄 endured the pain in his left shoulder and stopped Fan Jian and shouted.

thump.

Fan Jian didn't even think about it and went straight down.

"King brother, I am wrong, I should not say that, I should not force it, I should not be disrespectful to you."

Fan Jianyi pleaded with enthusiasm.

Jing Yunhao did not buy it, and even expressed disgust in his eyes.

As a warrior, so unrelenting?

"What should you do?"

Jing Yun霄 asked.

"I should... I should..." Fan Jian swallowed his head, thinking quickly about his words, and finally said: "I should be a tortoise to make a tortoise, and to be a skinless lamb."

"No, you **** it."

Jing Yunxiao shook his head, his eyes suddenly chilly.

The next moment, the breeze points a sword.

Between the two, Fan Jian fell to the ground and died.

"what?"

I saw Jing Yunzhen solved Fan Jian, and the flames in the cold heart burned.

"Music poetry, don't think that you are sheltering with Fengshui Pavilion, you can do whatever you want."

Cold pack and drink a high.

I just planned to go round with Mu Shishi, and I dare not accidentally hurt the mind of Mu Shi’s poems.

"Shocked."

Cold packs are shot out, and the clouds are discolored.

The fist screamed and slammed into the chest of Mu Shi’s poem.

Mu Shishi acted on the plane and immediately became a claw in his right hand. He grabbed it on the wrist of the cold pack and slammed it with force. He wanted to turn the arm of the cold pack directly and remove the force on his fist. .

The cold pack seems to have been expected, and the wrist suddenly trembled, and the sound of the hand of Mu Shishi was shaken off.

Immediately, his fist fell on the chest of Mu Shi's poem without fail, and the Mu Shi poems retreat dozens of steps.

"Ling Yunbu."

"Bad boy, take your life."

After knocking down the poems of Mu Shi, the cold pack immediately turned the gun head and pointed to Jing Yun.

Cold pack regrets, regret before I wanted to get the inheritance of Jing Yun's hands, so I didn't do it directly.

If he was asked to choose it again, he would never have to talk nonsense with Jing Yun before, and then he would kill it and then there would be no such thing as a broken thing.

"Shocked."

The same palm, rushing to Jingyun's forehead.

This time, Jing Yunyi had already prepared for it, but even then, he did not shrink any more, even the decent rebellion did not, just a little sideways, exposed his left shoulder, let the other's palm print once again fell on his own Above the left shoulder.

"Scratch."

The sound of broken bones sounded from the left shoulder of Jingyun.

Jing Yun's expression was slightly congested, and the Qingfeng point sword was displayed at the fastest speed, straightening the throat of the cold pack.

"Glyphs are small."

The cold pack didn't take it easy, and the other hand slammed it, and it caught Jingyun's sword directly in the palm of his hand.

"You counted."

But when he slammed his hand on the left shoulder of Jingyun, and one hand grabbed Jingyun’s right hand, Jing Yun霄 not only did not panic, but instead showed a sly smile.

The words have not yet been dropped, and a flying sword exploded from the sword palace in his mind, directly immersed in the chest of the cold pack with lightning, and then pierced his chest.

"what?"

The cold pack was shocking.

No matter how he thought, he did not think that Jing Yunyi had such means.

The speed of the flying sword is too fast, even if he is five or six levels higher than Jing Yunzhen, at that moment almost no resistance, and finally, he almost exhausted all the reaction ability, let the body Slightly half a side.

It was also this half-point that succeeded in letting the flying sword that had fallen into his chest almost wiped his heart and let him go without letting him die on the spot.

But even if there is no commandment, then a flying sword will pass through the chest, and the cold pack has been seriously injured.

A few mouthfuls of old blood spurted out, and the cold pack was ugly to the extreme.

At this moment, he deeply felt the anger before Fan Jian.

The anger that was defeated by an angry boy.

It is he who is too light.

It was too small for him to see Jing Yunxiao.

A few medicinal herbs are imported, and the blood of the wound is stopped first.

"The ground level martial arts, the giant elephant collapsed."

The cold pack is no longer going to have any more hands. He feels that even if he let Jingyun live for another second, it is his biggest threat.

At this moment, the cold packs were all picked up, and the black gas aura rushed out from him. The huge black giant elephant emerged in front of him, and then wrapped in a cold pack, with a kind of earth-moving, no The momentum that does not destroy is rushing to Jingyun.

At the moment he shot, the air swelled and it became a purgatory.

"Do you want to study martial arts?"

Jing Yun's brows are locked.

I did not expect to use Feijian to solve the cold pack without a single blow, but instead gave it the opportunity to exert such a strong attack.

To put it bluntly, it is the difference between Jingyun's martial level and cold pack. If Jingyun is also a spiritual warrior, just like Feijian, this cold pack is absolutely dead and can no longer die.

But at this moment, a flying sword did not know when, and then rushed again, and then fell into the cold pack back, once again pierced the cold pack of chest.