My Master is Lin Zhengying

Picked out with a sword.

"boom!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sword of the Fusang master was thrown away on the spot, causing him to back up again and again.

"Brothers Nan, Nanchen!"

The Baishamen disciples were very surprised, they didn't expect Nanchen to save his life.

Nan Chen nodded slightly:

"Brother Dao, don't be careless!"

After speaking, he raised the Ten Fox Sword and attacked the man.

Although that person is an earth-ranker, he only has the first level of the earth-rank.

With Nan Chen's cultivation, he could barely resist it.

"idiot!"

That Fusang Onmyoji cursed, clenched his long saber tightly, and slashed towards Nan Chen.

Nan Chen didn't hesitate, and hurried forward.

The two shot at the same time.

The sword energy continued and sparks flew everywhere.

The two were immediately entangled together.

The opponent was very strong, but when he met Nan Chen, there was no possibility of him surviving.

Seeing that the situation was not optimistic, Nan Chen followed the entry of more than a dozen earth-level masters.

The scene took a turn for the worse, and the defensive area where Taoist Priest Qianhe, Priest Four, and Priest Yongming were located was already a little bit overwhelmed.

Therefore, pull out the yin and parasol directly on the back.

Shouted into the umbrella:

"Xiaoyu..."

"coming!"

Xiaoyu had already been waiting for a long time, so she could only be summoned by Nanchen.

Hearing Nan Chen speak at this moment, Xiaoyu didn't have any hesitation.

With the opening of the yin and parasol.

A white mist swept out, straight to the opponent of the guide, the Fusang Onmyoji.

He only felt a chill all over his body, and waves of cold hit him.

Before he could get ready, a phantom of a woman had already appeared in front of him.

The woman is beautiful, but her eyes are full of murderous intent.

Only to hear Xuying's cold snort:

"go to hell!"

After finishing speaking, a ghost claw was shot.

The Fusang Onmyouji was frightened and hurriedly raised his hand to resist.

But it was still half a minute late.

The ghost claw hit his left shoulder directly.

The icy yin energy entered his body instantly, causing frost to appear on his wound, and his body began to freeze.

Fusang Onmyouji's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, circulate profound energy to resist the cold air.

He is an earth-level cultivation base, and he is not like an ordinary monk. After being caught by Xiaoyu, he will be frozen into an ice sculpture.

Just use profound energy to resist and force out the cold air.

However, how could Nanchen and Xiaoyu give him such a chance?

Nan Chen ran over and killed him violently.

Xiaoyu made a second claw.

The gloomy wind was blowing, and the cold was pressing.

The onmyoji of the first level of the earth rank is not as good as Xiaoyu, how can he stop him now?

Can only dodge back again.

However, Nanchen came out.

The ten-fox sword in his hand was raised, and suddenly chopped down.

"Die!"