The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 359

How can Ling Xiao's monk be insulted casually by you?Lu Ziyou was so angry that he didn't think about oiling the soles of his feet at all.Today, I am here to witness the moment of victory for the three sword repair masters.

The wind was strong, and the leaves were spinning and dancing in the air.

Yue Kunlun's sword doesn't move, his back is always straight and straight, and he stands proudly, but he seems to be integrated with the sky and the earth. If you don't look carefully, you will feel that there is no one there.

Xiaoxiaosheng is different, his sword is now more than ten feet long.

Xiaoxiaosheng was wild and unrestrained, lying on his side on the sword spine, raising his hand from time to time, holding a huge gourd to drink, the wine formed an arc, and fell into his mouth impartially, without any waste.At this time, there is a lack of beauty, otherwise it will be the story of "drunk lying on the beauty's knees".

If Yue Kunlun has no sense of presence now, then Xiao Xiaosheng has too much sense of presence, like the moon in the night sky, hiding the light of the stars.

Comparing with these two, Patriarch Xia is older, his cultivation level is worse, but his temper is not a little bit stronger.

"Hahaha, a group of jumping clowns dare to compete with the sun and the moon! By taking advantage of the cultivation base, you think you are invincible in the world and unparalleled in the universe? If you can draw a conclusion of victory or defeat based on your cultivation base, then the monks will meet each other in the future. , Just look at the cultivation level, whoever has a low cultivation level, wouldn’t it be better to wipe his neck directly to avoid embarrassment?” Old Ancestor Xia has a big temper, speaks aggressively, and sprays when he comes up.

Ancestor Xia couldn't tell what the three monks in front of him were, but Xiao Xiaosheng judged them, and quietly communicated with him—the middle-stage pseudo-transformation god who sacrificed his potential to advance, all three of them were.

Who is Ling Xiao's sword cultivator? He is a deep well ice fighter who generally likes to leapfrog fights.

"Ancestor went crazy three times a day today, the first one, I want to pick three out of three! Yes, just you three trash snacks, let's go together, and see if I can kill you!" Ancestor Xia said loudly, Not to mention the three monks on the opposite side, the whole valley heard it for real.

Xia Qi's poisonous tongue turned out to be Sui Gen'er.By the way, will that girl go crazy in the future without incident?The flowery boy's thinking was weirdly distorted.

"You! Two elder brothers, someone is rushing to seek death, and the three of us have fulfilled him together!" The monk who started last at the beginning, spoke first now. Before the word "he" was finished, the awesome monk screamed and covered his right arm, his face was pale, blood dripped little by little, staining his white clothes.

"Hmph, that's all it takes!" Patriarch Xia said, as if he hadn't moved at all. If he hadn't held a bloody human hand in his hand, who would have thought that he had already made a move and hurt someone.

This is the ancestor of Yuanying, who is half-step to transform into a god, and the sword cultivator of the Great Perfection of Sword Intent!Lu Ziyou couldn't help puffing out his chest. He was the sword cultivator of our Lingxiao Sect, and he was full of pride.

"You actually hurt my brother, take your life!" The other two monks said in unison, and their actions were almost the same.

Patriarch Xia claimed to go crazy three times a day, people crazy, sword crazy, and mouth crazy.The sword cultivator of the late Yuanying stage went to single out three fake transformation gods in the middle stage, not only that, but also chopped off half of one of the arms.

Of the two monks who shot violently at the same time, one was biased towards the Dharma cultivator, the other was a talisman cultivator, one kept throwing spells, and the other scattered the talisman papers at Patriarch Xia without any money.The monk whose arm had been chopped off was quite miraculous. He made a formula with one hand and began to cry out: "Heaven Lingling, Earth Lingling, Mao Mao obeys my orders! Mao Mao obeys my orders! Mao Mao obeys my orders! "

In the lawn not far from the road, suddenly, a bony hand stretched out from the ground, first the hand, then the arm, and finally a "person" crawled out, with a blue face and protruding eyes, Stiff, the body does not seem to bend, wearing a black shirt, ragged.

(End of this chapter)