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In the strong wind, these throwing knives are left or right, front or back, and it is impossible to tell when they will burst out in a group, which is unguardable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Direction before the heart of the road, like this, he has a centipede armor body, the white mouse No. 1 and the Gangzhu puppet cultivation is exquisite, and its body is already strong, so it is naturally not afraid.

It's just that those four runes will inevitably be damaged. Speaking of which, wouldn't it be like going back to the old path of slow consumption!

No, although the formation runes he has refined are still in stock, they are not much, and once they are reduced to the point where they can no longer gather a small formation of seven people, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

I have to find a way to solve the dilemma in front of me first, could it be that the main owner Jikong has not personally ended, and he will be forced to release the second white mouse? In this regard, of course, this guy is unwilling.

But how can this sword in the wind be stopped? In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and they were all eliminated one by one.

With it, this guy thought of his flying sword. Don't you have a throwing knife? Although you don't have the ability to lock the origin and trajectory of your flying knife in advance like the American Patriot missile, you can't stand the ability to form a sword network for comprehensive defense!

No longer hesitated at all, and with a wave of his hand, seventy-two Tiangang swords came to work together. This time, while the flying swords were circling, each one turned into a giant sword of one zhang in length, which shocked Jisheng and the others to be distracted.

What's more, the handles of the flying swords were neatly erected, surrounding everyone, forming a huge sword circle, completely surrounding everyone.

Immediately, the flying sword began to rotate in a counterclockwise direction, and at first you could see the outline of a giant sword, but after a few turns, only a circle of vague sword shadows could be seen suspended around the periphery of everyone.

At this moment, the sound of "whooshing" in the strong wind broke out, and in the blink of an eye, the flying knife came.

This time, under the collision of "Ding Dong", no flying knife could break through the sword net, let alone enter and hurt people.

What's even more unexpected is that with the weaving of this sword net, the original wind that seemed to be blowing people away has been greatly reduced by the sword net at this moment, at least it can no longer bring immediate benefits to Jisheng and others as before.

"Hahaha, Jisheng is a thief, and he is not yet dead!" The direction urged a small formation of seven people forward, and rolled towards it fiercely.

"Wow-" The golden light flashed again, and suddenly, everyone had come to winter.

The wind was still howling, but it was already weakening, and there was no blade in the wind. Immediately before the direction also received the flying sword - controlling these flying swords is really too consuming spiritual power, the so-called good steel is used on the blade, if it is not necessary, it is better to concentrate on the small formation of seven people.

Now, the wind blows on the body, and the chill penetrates the muscles and bones, like a knife scraping bones.

Xiangqian secretly speculated about the other party's intentions, but saw that the north wind was blowing, and snow began to fall in the sky. At first, the snowflakes are small and slow, but in the blink of an eye, the snowflakes are as large as goose feathers, and the speed of their fall is significantly faster.

As the snowflakes fell, the ground was covered in snow, and the snow was already up to everyone's ankles in a matter of moments.

Could it be that this old monk saw that he couldn't freeze to death, but he was ready to use snow to completely bury his buddy?

The snow was still falling, and the direction noticed that the four of them also began to move slowly, "crunch, crunch" and jumped forward and backward on the snow, but they didn't get much benefit.

Oh, that's weird, can't it be that this Jikong Death Thief is ready to bury us and Jisheng under the snow?

In the midst of self-suspicion, without warning, he suddenly felt a tightening of his feet, as if his feet were firmly clamped. When he looked down in horror, he saw that his feet had been completely frozen by a piece of ice, and he couldn't move a bit.

"Whew-" Just as this guy looked down, a big cymbal with a vicious wind had already smashed into his face. If your feet can still move at this time, or you stagger your steps, or use the power of the formation to compete with it, then, just because of such a stagnation under your feet right now, let alone avoid it in time, even the original small formation of seven people is also stagnant, and there is no longer any bit of formation strength to borrow.

The scalp in front of the direction was tight, knowing that this cymbal could not be hardly connected, and as a last resort, there was still only one sword to cut off, hoping that it would have some effect.

"Dang, bang!" The previous sound, the long sword in front of the direction was directly bounced off the big cymbal, and the next sound, the big cymbal took advantage of the trend and smashed directly on the chest of Fang Tongshoe, and it was slapped away with a cymbal, and his feet were loosened, and he fell on his back.

Straight lady thief! Banana is spicy! Direction has gold stars in front of her eyes, her chest is disgusted, and her hands and feet are weak, but she still can't help cursing like this.

Jisheng's blow, if it weren't for the solidity of Fang Fang's centipede armor, and ten directions ago, he would have been killed by this moment.

However, even if he didn't die, Xiao Fang's classmate at this time had already been shocked, and he instantly lost all combat effectiveness, and he just wanted to lie down and rest for a while, even if it was only half a breath.

Of course, Jisheng won't give him this opportunity, people go with the cymbal, shout "Amitabha", and the second cymbal has already been photographed again. Jisheng has naturally also learned the power of Fang someone's armor, however, what this guy is thinking is, hehe, the old man can't shoot you directly, and he will shock you to death!

I saw a black shadow coming down with a vicious wind in front of the direction, and I felt a sense of loss in my heart, but I didn't even have the strength to raise my arm, and I wanted to lie down for a while, lie down for a while, and lie down again even if I was hit again.

Between the four corners and eight forks, I saw in front of the direction, just as the big cymbal was about to hit his head, a sword, a sword and a gun came together.

"When!" sparks fell, and Jisheng's cymbal was actually cut off. It turned out that it was three of the four runes who came to the rescue.

The next moment, Xiang Qian only felt a tightness at the back of his neck, and he was already snatched out by the white mouse No. 1, "Master, what's wrong with you?" the white mouse No. 1 asked urgently.

That is, a few breaths ago, when the seven people were arrogantly dominating and were about to continue to expand the results of the battle, suddenly, Fang Moumou, the soul figure in the array, was as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, and actually stopped the operation of the small array, and then turned a blind eye to the enemy's attack and was killed!

If it weren't for the timely rescue of the three rune soldiers just now, the boss of this side would only be afraid that he would continue to lie on the ground and pretend to be forced to let people chop and smash indiscriminately.

In the boss's always bright head, could it be that he suddenly short-circuited, got into the water, and was kicked by a donkey?

Standing in front of him, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, Mom, what kind of spell is this, it can instantly freeze my legs, master?

In the blink of an eye, Jisheng had already attacked again, blocking two cymbals in the direction, but this time it was helped by the formation, and he didn't feel the slightest difficulty.

The next moment, when Jisheng changed his position again and faced this guy face to face, he was waiting for a snow in front of the direction, and suddenly, his heart was shocked again, oops, I went, and I was frozen again!

"Bang-" Jisheng's big cymbal head smashed down, this time the white rat No. 1 had already taken precautions, and made a horizontal knife from the side. At the same time, he pulled Boss Fang out and threw it aside.