The flesh and blood are bursting!
"Not dead?"
Su Mo frowned slightly.
He is now demonized and his strength has soared. Even ten monks who feel angry are dead!
Su Mo’s eyes fell upon the monk’s golden cassock and he knew it clearly.
This golden cassock must be a very strong defensive weapon, otherwise even the indestructible body can be smashed into blood fog!
Juechen monk struggled to get up and stumbled towards the outside and fled like a lost dog.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Mo laughed and squinted at the monk and fled to the back avenue. "At this point, you still want to cross over and go back to study for another ten years!"
When I heard this, I felt angry with the monk and almost fell down.
He is a Buddhist in Kongoji. Has he ever suffered such humiliation?
Feeling angry at the monk’s heart, I felt humiliated and wronged to the extreme, and I was so angry that I spit out another mouthful of blood.
"alas!"
Vomiting one mouthful blood, I felt angry at the monk’s chest and sighed deeply.
"This person even true … preconditions for the enemy"
At this time, everyone realized that if this Shenhuang Islander was still alive after this war, he would be the first person in the world!
Chapter four hundred and fifty-three Cut Tianjiao again
The war is not over.
Su Mo bumped into Fei Jue, angry with the monk, and at the same time, in the palm of his left hand, he was still wrestling with the sword of Jing Hong and Hang Qiuyu.
Only four tianjiao are left to besiege together!
Mystery broke out in Linghan of Piaoxue Valley.
Mixed Yuan Zongchenyi is far from offering a flying sword.
The prajna temple people tiptoed to the crowd, and their hands conjured up heavy ghosting images to display the secrets of prajna temple Juexue-Prajnaparamita Palm!
Prajna’s palm has the strength to beat cattle across the mountain.
A palm falls on the surface of the body without any scars, but its internal organs will be shattered by a palm!
Even after practicing the Diamond Sutra, I feel angry with the monk and dare not fight against the Prajnaparamita palm.
The palm wind is like a knife, and the palm shadow is messy, which makes it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"Go!"
Xiangsi people offered a bronze bowl from the bag and injected it with spiritual power.
Generate’s bronze bowl is full of golden light, and the mouth of the bowl is perpendicular to the waterfall, like Guanghua, and it is murmured in the top of Su Mo’s head
Four tianjiao shot at the same time, and Su Mo had his right hand!
Mixed Yuan Zongchen Yi Feijian first stabbed Su Mo, but he didn’t want to directly lean out his right hand and grasp the Feijian in his palm!
"Frozen!"
Such as a sudden drop in temperature around ice.