The power of the clutches lies in the moment when it hurts people, giving them heavy blows.

Ling Jiu Ge couldn't move for a while.

As Murre's palm struck, a figure quickly flashed to her side, raising his hand and swinging a palm, blocking the clutch and carrying her away.

Mo Wei looked at it and smiled disdainfully, "Another one to send him to death!" ”

Although the other party did not break his clutches, he was able to block it, and he was not an ordinary person. Murmur likes to kill this kind of difficult one, so he rushes to the front......

Ling Jiu Ge raised his head, the man was simple and upright in green clothes, and his handsome face had more seriousness that he didn't have on weekdays.

"Why are you here?" She frowned.

"It's about the palace master and the kite, and the subordinates can't help but come." After Luochen finished speaking, he helped her push away, and saw that the ink was already attacking, and he flew up to meet her.

Strong palm power, both sides shook open.

"Okay, it's much stronger than the little girl before, then let's see if you can walk through the clutches of the deity's three tricks!" Ink Nightmare smiled bloodthirstily and attacked Falling Dust with all his might.

The two figures, as fast as lightning, intertwined with each other.

Luochen is worthy of being the left envoy of Ling Palace, as the first subordinate of the palace master, his martial arts are by no means false, and he is also ranked in the master rankings on the rivers and lakes.

However, he was facing the big devil that everyone in the rivers and lakes feared, and after a hundred moves, he shook away the ink nightmare at the same time, and he himself was injured and fell to the ground.

When Ink Nightmare and Luochen fought, and was shocked by the young man's palm, he gradually became serious from the initial mind like playing with a plaything, and attacked with all his heart. However, he didn't notice that Ling Jiu Ge, who he thought had been hit hard by himself, was no longer in place, and when he found out, Ling Jiu Ge was high in the air and attacked his back with one palm.

Burst......

Ink Wei spat out a mouthful of blood, and he turned his head to glare at Ling Jiu Ge in disbelief, "You...... You're not hurt? ”

Ling Jiu Ge fell to the ground, hooked his lips and sneered, "It's a little bit, otherwise, this palm is enough to hurt your internal organs......

It's a pity that Ink Nightmare's martial arts and defense are first-class, and her palm can only hurt him by three points.

"Haha...... People in the rivers and lakes say that the deity is cunning, and the demon palace is an evil sect, but you ...... Lingjiu Song! You hurt people behind your back. ”

Ling Jiu Ge sneered, "I'm just treating him in the way of others, so that you can taste what it's like to be hacked." ”

"Then you will be disappointed, the deity hurts you enough to make you die, and you ...... But they're all inconspicuous ants! Since you were not created by the Buddha, then the Buddha-figure will fulfill you now! As the words fell, the black robe was shattered by his own palm wind, shattered in the wind, and he wore a black power suit to facilitate his movements, and subconsciously flashed to Ling Jiuge's side, stretching out his hand to attack her.

This time, Ling Jiu Ge also threw away the sword in his hand.

The two people fought in the air, and they couldn't get along.

However, the devil's palm is the first divine palm in the rivers and lakes, and it is rumored that no one can resist except for the slight old man's unique martial arts.

Ling Jiuge's martial arts are superb, but she is only a teenage girl in the end, and her internal strength cannot be as deep as that of Mo Wei, and it is very difficult to defeat him.

After hundreds of moves, she gradually fell behind.

Suddenly, a clear and curling flute sound seemed to come by the wind, like crying and complaining, if illusory, subtle and deep, overnight, disturbing people's minds, confusing people's minds, hurting people's hearts......

Seven tones!

This kind of sound skill, in addition to the current master of the Sanskrit sound sect, belongs to the young master of the Demon Palace, Rong Yixiu, who is the highest.