Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

He looked at the jungle covered by the pressure and the airflow, and could not help but ponder: "Feng Jiu, who is it?" The sleeves are moving, the white clothes are light, and he goes inside...

In the depths of the jungle, the more the four Yuan Yingqiangs are fighting with Feng Jiu, the more they are scared! Compared with their more spiritual spirit, the more they consume, the more they fight, the more they are brave, the spiritual strength is not weak, but it seems that there is nothing in the source that does not lose the power and mystery to her, the more to the back, her The faster the speed, the more amazing the combat power.

In particular, the ancient pressures that she released from her body, the speed of their lives slowed down, even if they were strong in the Yuan Ying, they could face the fear of the ancient pressure and still involuntarily fear.

After some fighting, they were injured in many parts of the body. The wounds wounded by the Qingfeng sword in her hands did not bleed. Because the Qingfeng swords had flames and crossed their bodies, the blood had not leaked out. The flame burns with the extremely high temperature and gives off a scent.

Four Yuan Yingqiang strong, one body with injuries, the head of the hair is awkward, if this is not their own experience, no one will believe that a small monk at the level of the big spirits forced them to do this, and she played against her. Once again, they clearly knew the horror of the body of Xuan Ling. If they were not male, they would have to take her away and use her body to cultivate.

If the outside world knows that she is the body of the mysterious spirit, the person who wins the battle will come forward and come back. Such a body is the existence of a supreme cultivator, a huge irresistible Temptation, unfortunately, unfortunately...

"Hey! Bang!"

Qingfeng Jianmang’s slammed through the air, and brought a fierce bloodthirsty killing machine. When the powerful airflow flew down, the whole air would be splashed to both sides, and the air of the sword would carry the ancient pressure. Fierce degeneration, banged directly to one of the Yuan Ying monks.

The Yuan Ying monk was awkward. He used his sword in his hand to block the ingenuity of the whole body. He wanted to block the savage savage. However, with his power of Yuan Ying, he was in the powerful sword. Under the pressure of the ancients and the ancient pressure, he was pushed back and forth. The powerful airflow on the face blew his face with almost deformed facial features, just like the sharp blade was scratching his skin, even his eyes could not be opened.

"Hey! Hey!"

The sword that was in front of the cross was broken under the powerful sword, and a small bomb was thrown into the ground after being thrown into the ground. At this time, he was the whole person. The stock of the powerful ancient pressure shocked, only felt that in the moment when the defense could not be prevented, a loud bang slammed down on his chest, and he slammed him out and threw a few meters and could not stop, but on the ground. Pull out a long trace.

No one heard that at the moment when the Yuanying monk was knocked out by the ancient pressure and fell to the ground, his body screamed like a sharp blade into the body. It was the broken sword that was half cut into the ground. The ground is full of dust and smoke, and the air is roaring. No one pays attention. Under the long trace of the Yuan Ying’s monk, it oozes some blood, and the figure is stiff and does not make a little sound. It’s just a dead eye. Staring at a broken red dress flying in the air, Feng Jiu, to death can not be eye-catching......