In this fight, back and forth, Fanyin's physical strength was reduced rapidly, and she could no longer use any powerful spiritual skills for a while. Even the ice thorn blade in her hand was put away when she landed.

Fanyin stared at Xiumen in front of her, thinking that the situation was still unclear. She could only wait for him to make a move before she could deal with it. She must not waste any more spiritual power and physical strength. Just now, in order to avoid the rain of arrows, Fanyin only used it in front of her.

She used her own ice defense technique. In order to preserve more of her spiritual power, she even let her back rush back from the Ten Thousand Blades without any defense. With her own eyesight, she dodged all the attacks.

Xiu Men turned his back to Sanskrit, and his harsh breathing made the people on the other side of the screen shiver with chills. They all turned their heads away, not daring to look any further.

Fanyin stared at Xiumen's every move. He must have been seriously injured, Fanyin thought to himself.

I saw Xiumen turning around little by little. When the wolf's head was completely turned around and facing Fanyin, Fanyin could see clearly that all the hair on his face had been raised, and he couldn't tell his true face at all.

It was fierce and breathtaking. Fluorescent green light shot out from his eyes, as if it was poisonous. The evil saliva from Xiumen's mouth dripped on the ice, instantly burning a half-meter ice pit. And the area of ​​the ice pit was also

It spread rapidly, and before long, four or five deep pits had melted under Xiumen's feet.

Fanyin's face was as cold as the moon, as quiet as a wave, as she examined Xiumen. She had just used all her strength to attack Xiumen's defenseless abdomen, but at this time, his abdomen seemed to be safe and sound, with only a faint scratch.

The wound on his back has also stopped bleeding.

"What a strong spiritual power!" Fanyin exclaimed. In this short period of time, Xiumen had used his own spiritual power to stop the wound from bleeding. Not only that, Fanyin discovered that even when Xiumen was completely defenseless, he was naturally

It is made of copper skin and iron bones, and the sharp edge of a sword can hardly damage its flesh.

When humans and wolves fight, the natural combat power of wolf beasts far exceeds that of humans, and their weapons and spiritual skills are innate. Whether it is night mourning or wolf hair, they are part of their instincts. Although humans can also be powerful

Spiritual power, but their weapons are all foreign objects, and no matter how they control them, they can't compare to the natural and inexhaustible nature of the wolf beast itself.

This made Fanyin even more troublesome. At this time, she was no longer able to exert the full lethality of the weapon. Even if she only used the heavy sword, she would not be able to swing it for long.

Suddenly, Fanyin felt a trace of murderous intent passing through her body. This feeling of being scrutinized made her both strange and familiar. It was something that only an absolute eagle eye could do, and the scrutiny was as clear as revealing flaws. Fanyin knew,

Lang Tong, who repairs the door, also has this ability.

Fanyin raised his eyes and met Xiumen's brown-green eyes. Both of them stared at him eagerly.

I saw Xiumen's huge head flicked to one side, and said in a weird voice, "You've been hit by so many wolves and you're still alive?" Fanyin looked at him with a cold face and said nothing. Xiumen continued to cluck his head back and tilted it on the other side.

While looking at her, "No injuries at all?"

"What about the poison?" After a while, Xiumen said again in a strange tone, looking straight at Fanyin. Fanyin's eyes were indifferent. It turned out that the wolf's mane on Xiumen's body could not only turn into a steel blade, but also had wolves in it.

It's poisonous, it's so toxic that it can kill people if it breaks through the skin!

When Xiumen saw that Fanyin still didn't respond, a wicked smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he chuckled: "You escaped my wolfsbane, but what about your little man? Is he dead from the poison?"

Hearing this, Fanyin's beautiful eyebrows suddenly furrowed, her contact lenses flashed, and she said solemnly: "What did you say!"

At this moment, in the conference room of the Military and Administrative Department, all the commanders were holding their breath and watching the battle between Fanyin and Xiumen. Leng Yi's fists had been clenched purple and blue, and a trace of blood seeped out from his palms. He regretted so much why he had done so at that time

If he didn't insist on going to the north with Fanyin, what was wrong with his mind? He just listened to Fanyin's soft words.

Ya Qingshan was trembling all over, and the veins on his temples were exposed. Ya Ya's figure was shaky, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding from her bites, as if she was going to faint at any moment.

In the Guozheng Hall, Guan He was so busy that he screamed like a grasshopper jumping up and down. But after hearing the conversation between Xiumen and Fanyin, he calmed down instantly, and a playful expression appeared on his face.

On his restless face, his eyes wandered around the screen.

"Foreigners, all must die!" A mosquito-like voice came out from Pei Xi's back molars, and it was extremely vicious.

The four members of Lord Ji Zhong’s family are here, and they are full of family and country, and their hearts are attentive to the world. At this time, it is exactly Ji Zhong who wants to bring out the enemy’s army to trap me, and I, the Lord of the great country, remain unmoved.

Style. It was the perfect opportunity for the people of Lingdu outside the square to admire his style and demeanor. He wanted to be as stable as a mountain to stabilize the people's hearts. Ji Zhong was extremely proud at this time, because he saw that the people outside the square had become the hot pot.

The ants all looked at him asking for help. He believed that his imperial demeanor would surely appease people's hearts.

However, as the battle between Fanyin and Xiumen intensified, the proud look on Ji Zhong's face became less and less. People outside the venue gradually had no time to pay attention to the appearance and honor of the king. Their spirits and thoughts were tightly bound by Fanyin.

Involved. Until the two people spoke again, everyone's hearts were already in their throats, and they desperately covered their hearts with their hands. How many young girls had buried their heads in the arms of their male companions and sobbed softly.

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Ji Lingxiao was wearing a white fox cloak and was accompanying her father and mother. Her eyes were casually looking at the Sanskrit sounds, but her ears were perked up, listening to what was said just now. She turned her head to Pei Xi. She rolled her eyes and walked gently over.

Beside Pei Xi, he whispered: "General Secretary Pei."

Pei Xi was excited for a moment and turned around to look at the delicate-looking Ji Lingxiao. His raised eyebrows relaxed unconsciously. Upon seeing this, Ji Lingxiao asked warmly with a smile: "Tell me, those two characters on the screen are...

"One," Ji Lingxiao paused while speaking, covered her pink lips and said, "Who can win among the two foreigners?"

After hearing this, Pei Xi didn't even think about it. Then he sneered and said contemptuously: "Everyone must die! All foreigners must die!" As he said that, he didn't know where he got the courage to look at the screen again. However, after taking a second look,

The sphincter muscles around Pei Ji's eyes began to bounce hard, and then his face began to twitch, as if a quail egg was about to pop out.

In the Military and Political Department, the door of the conference room was gently pushed open. Just as the soldiers were about to salute, they were stopped by someone who came in. It was Beiming of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

I saw that he was thin and much thinner than before. On his pale face, those handsome and clear eyes were still unstoppable. He quietly walked into the conference room, his eyes fixed on Fanyin's every move. The sky is vast.

Follow behind him.

"Minister!" Yan Tong was so happy when he saw Bei Ming that he couldn't help but whisper.

Bei Ming gave a brief gesture and walked towards his seat. Although everyone sitting there did not know that he had almost drained his body of blood two days ago and experienced the cycle of life and death, they could see at a glance that the minister was so thin that he was almost emaciated.

Walking in vain.

When Beiming passed by Yaya, he stopped. He put his hand on Yaya's head and said to Yaya like a brother for the first time: "Don't be afraid, Fanyin will be fine." Yaya looked back at Beiming,

In the past, the two of them were still a bit unfamiliar. Beiming was only one year older than Yaya. But at this time, Yaya felt that the tenacity of this brother was like a knife, which could cut all thorns and trample them flat.
Chapter completed!