Silver Wolf Langxian, the seventh true disciple of the Tianlang Sect, was nicknamed the "Silver Wolf" because he liked white clothes, but because of his lust for sex, the "Silver Wolf" became the "Sex Wolf".
Na Langxian did not stop because Xiong Xiying recognized his identity. On the contrary, after killing a disciple of the Shaotian Sect in the late martial arts realm in one fell swoop, Langxian even joined forces with the monk surnamed Pei to attack from both front and back, as if he was an important figure. The posture of killing Xiong Xiying quickly.
The situation suddenly reversed. Xiong Xiying and another disciple of the Shaking Sky Sect joined forces to resist the attack of the two Dzogchen monks. Although the monk surnamed Pei was injured internally, it did not have a great impact on his strength. Instead, he targeted Xiong Xizhe. The constant attacks caused Xiong Xiying to focus most of his energy on protecting this brother of his family.
"You think you can kill me like this?"
Xiong Xiying turned a flying sword into a smart rainbow light, which was not only able to protect Xiong Xizhe, but was also able to take care of another fellow disciple. His tyrannical strength was the monk surnamed Pei and the Tianlang sect monk who was also a true disciple. Lang Xian was also shocked.
Nalang Xian smiled evilly and said: "Fellow Taoist Xiong is the head of the family, so he may be able to escape unscathed, but what about your clan brother? Oh, by the way, there is also your fellow clansman, but I think you won't be too Don’t worry about his life or death!”
Xiong Xiying forced the monk surnamed Pei's magic weapon back with one sword, but before he could counterattack, he had to withdraw his flying sword to help his fellow disciples resist Lang Xian's suppression.
Xiong Xiying's face was gloomy. Lang Xian was right. He thought that his strength was far superior to either of the two, and there would be no problem in escaping intact. Even if he brought his brother Xiong Xizhe with him, it was not without hope, but this He would need to sacrifice another fellow disciple who joined forces with him to fight against the enemy.
But now he was exposed by Lang Xian's words. He could clearly feel that the fellow juniors beside him were wary. Although they still joined forces with him to fight against the enemy, Xiong Xiying knew that once he made a move to escape, Thinking about it, this junior fellow student definitely has the means to hold him back, unless he is willing to abandon his own clan brother.
Lang Xian seemed to notice the hesitation in Xiong Xiying's expression, and suddenly laughed "Jie Jie" strangely, which made Xiong Xiying even more upset, and even the sword light against the enemy began to become a little scattered.
As if they had expected it, Lang Xian and the monk named Pei stepped up their offensive at this moment. The magic weapon in Lang Xian's hand took the opportunity to break into the sword light. A ball of spiritual light exploded from the magic weapon, and a sword was completely condensed by the spiritual light. The formed silver wolf sprang out, and after avoiding Xiong Xiying and another Tianshao Sect monk who were blocking the way, it pounced directly on Xiong Xizhe.
The Heavenly Wolf Sect's true spiritual technique, the magical power of transforming into a wolf, does not use the body to transform into a wolf, but is based on one's own spiritual power, supplemented by the monk's own spiritual consciousness, and condensed into an aura wolf that temporarily possesses spiritual intelligence. The power is quite impressive. , and more importantly, it is often more powerful than the natal magical weapon.
Although Xiong Xizhe has considerable talent in formations, he is just an ordinary second-level martial artist monk. How can he resist the methods of a Dzogchen monk.
The screams turned into miserable screams. Xiong Xizhe tried his best to dodge, but the silver wolf still tore a piece of flesh from his arm.
The silver wolf turned around deftly in mid-air, took a few steps in the air, and then headed towards Xiong Xizhe again.
Biting his throat, Xiong Xizhe was unable to avoid it this time.
Seeing that the formation master trained by the Xiong clan was about to die under the wolf's kiss, a finger suddenly appeared in the path of the silver wolf, and he was about to hit his head on this finger.
The silver wolf itself contained a part of Lang Xian's spiritual consciousness. Under his remote control, he instinctively sensed the danger of this finger. He pressed his front paws in front of him, and his whole body staggered half a foot in mid-air. He had to start from the finger. Slip away.
Unexpectedly, the finger quickly moved forward at this moment. The silver wolf could not avoid it, and was hit between the eyebrows by the finger. The silver wolf's agile body suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then the whole body exploded. A cloud of white mist then turned into a cloud of spiritual energy and dissipated.
Xiong Xizhe was rescued by his brother when he was dying. However, because of this moment of distraction, Xiong Xiying was seized by the monk surnamed Pei. A series of spells were mixed with the ancestral magical power of the Pei family in Yao County, "Three Qi Returns to the Origin Spirit". Technique", they all called Xiong Xiying.
Xiong Xiying was in a panic for a moment. The three original auras hidden among the other magical powers suddenly merged into one the moment they approached him, and their power increased sharply. Xiong Xiying finally couldn't cope with being injured by the three-qi return-to-origin spiritual technique, and his face turned pale and he spat out. A mouthful of blood came out.
"It seems that these guys are really going to fight to the death with Xiong!"
Not only did the injured Xiong Xiying not show signs of defeat, but a heart-stopping anger erupted from her body, like a wounded beast that wanted to choose people to eat, which made Lang Xian and Brother Pei, who had the upper hand, sink in their hearts. .
A strange trembling sound suddenly came from behind Xiong Xiying. The monk surnamed Pei was still a little confused, but Lang Xian's expression on the other side changed, and he opened his mouth and exclaimed: "Jian Yin, you have actually mastered flying swords." Spirituality!"
"Flying Sword Spiritual Technique, Impossible!"
Although the monk surnamed Pei is not as knowledgeable as Lang Xian, the true disciple of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, he obviously knows the details of the flying sword spiritual technique, and seems to find it unbelievable that Xiong Xiying can master the flying sword magical power.
Not only the two monks surnamed Pei and Lang Xian who were hostile to him, but also the fellow disciples who were fighting against the enemy side by side with him seemed a little incredible after hearing Lang Xian's exclamation.
Xiong Xiying smiled gloomily and changed his fingers a few times, which should be the spiritual skills of the Royal Flying Sword. The sword light output of the flying sword weapon in a straight line suddenly increased by three feet, and the sound of the sword chanting before was It is the strange sound made by the flying sword when it trembles rapidly, which can be regarded as a kind of sword whistle.
The tip of the sword was pointed at the two of them. Whether it was Lang Xian or Brother Pei, they both subconsciously took two steps back. However, they immediately realized that this was too weak, so they took two steps forward.