"Wait, I'll do it." Fanyin suddenly stretched out his arm and stopped the young warrior. The warrior had already lost his balance, and fell to the ground as she hugged him. Fanyin gently helped him stabilize and rest.

Mu Cang had already led his men to rush to intercept. Suddenly, a message came from the letter card in his hand, and Fanyin said on it: "Zuo Ling, conserve your strength, I have a way."

Quickly, she asked Zhongli to convey this order to the officers and soldiers everywhere. She asked the soldiers to repair themselves immediately and restore as much spiritual power as possible.

Fanyin walked alone to the ice where the spirit master and his general were fighting. She looked up and saw that her father had left like this five years ago. Five years later, it all happened again, except that the distance between her and the spirit master was close.

So close. She was no longer the daughter who watched the battle from afar and was unable to help.

Fanyin silently stretched out her arms, opened her bow, and nocked an arrow. The bow kept growing, three meters, four meters, and five meters, but she could only hold half of the bow wall in her palm; the arrow kept growing, one meter, two meters, and three meters.

, her fingers were almost unsteady. The ice bow and arrow exuded a dense and bone-piercing spiritual light.

The spiritual power of water and the strength of spirit are indestructible and invincible. The spiritual teachings of the fifth family, the Sanskrit music should always be remembered in the heart, and no one dares to forget it.

Suddenly, a very sinister light was projected from the sky.

"Spiritual Lord!" Fanyin gritted his teeth and said the name of the Spiritual Lord "Yaxin" word by word.

After seeing the Sanskrit sound clearly, the sinister eyes became contemptuous. Ye Mishang temporarily blocked Beitang Muren, and the spiritual master actually had a moment of leisure to face the Sanskrit sound.

"Fifth..." The spiritual master spoke lightly in mid-air. The Sanskrit sound was on the ice, and a cold glow accumulated in the bottom of his heart, and his feet shook slightly.

"I thought Wu Xiaoyao was completely dead, but I didn't expect that there would still be someone left behind. Back then, your father couldn't do anything to me, so why are you trying to imitate him with a broken bow? Want to shoot me to death? You have

That ability?" At this point, the Spirit Master suddenly leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "I am incompetent...what can you do to me..."

Fanyin looked at him, feeling sad. A mouthful of hot blood surged into her throat, and she swallowed it back. Then, she looked up to the sky and laughed. The laughter couldn't be stopped, it couldn't be covered up, it spurred out from her chest, echoing in the desert.

Above the ice sheet, I could only hear the sadness of all things, and despair of all thoughts.

Suddenly, Sanskrit stopped whining and sneered:

"You have wanted me to die for a long time, right? Huh?"

The spirit master was stunned by her maddening appearance.

"For five years, you have wanted me dead. Five years ago, my father was killed by you. You didn't want to get rid of me too! You couldn't!" As he said this, Fanyin shot a sharp eagle-eyed spiritual eye.

The spirit master's eyes were dirty and messy. She caught his fear, suddenly laughed loudly, and said loudly, "Five years ago, my father injured you to the point of death, and you were still alive! You want to kill me? Can you kill me?"

Do you have that ability? You've run away with your tail between your legs a long time ago!" Fanyin said angrily, "Oh! No! You don't have a tail at all! You dirty piece of trash!" Fanyin deliberately enlarged his mouth shape, his eyebrows were frivolous,

He ridicules wantonly, just like his father.

"Fifth Xiaoyao!" The spirit master muttered these words ferociously, and a dark spiritual method hit Fanyin directly. However, the spiritual power missed and Fanyin avoided it.

Her heart froze: "Uncle!" Beitang Muren broke through Ye Mishang's entanglement and fought hard to intercept. Ye Mishang shook his body and turned back to the spirit master, only to see the spirit master hiding in it, looming.

"I will decide your and your father's fate! You bastard!" the Spirit Master shouted.

"I am clinging to my last breath and saving this life just for today, to take your life! Sacrifice my parents! Avenge my best friend! If you don't let me live, I will become a ghost with you! Let's see who is the bad ghost between you and me!

I, the Fifth Sanskrit, will accompany you to the end!"

After saying that, Fanyin raised his arrow and was about to shoot. The spirit master's dirty eyes were darkened, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. As soon as Fanyin said these words, he was so powerful and murderous that everyone in Lingdu City was shocked! Beiming and Leng Yi were even more alarmed.

My heart trembled! They all looked at Fanyin!

Suddenly! Fanyin suddenly changed direction, opened his bow and shot in the direction of Mirror Moon Lake City, and shouted: "Brother! Let that bastard see what the fifth family is capable of!" The suppressed resentment accumulated in Fanyin's chest for many years was released in an instant.

When she came out, a brother expressed how much she missed her family.

As soon as these words came out, Leng Yi on the other side of Liao was stunned! All kinds of thoughts gathered like a flood, and the love between brother and sister leapt to the surface. Blood is thicker than water! Leng Yi shouted hoarsely: "Sanskrit music! Stop!"

Just listen to the sound in the air, like the sound of flying in the sky. Before one arrow fell, two more arrows were shot. The arrows were as fast as lightning, piercing the clouds and fog. A sonorous sound came from the earth in the distance. Three spiritual arrows fell and penetrated the ice.

Layer. Suddenly, a giant screen of cold shields appeared on the ice, cracking the ice for thousands of meters and hundreds of feet high. The posture was like the shield of the iceberg and snow country, far away and reaching the sky.

Fanyin's spiritual power has not yet stopped, and the cold shield is still expanding vertically and horizontally. Countless spirit charms collided with it, and were completely cut off. By the time they were running in two directions, the soldiers had divided into two groups and were determined to block the road.

This move is the fifth defensive secret technique of Sanskrit that Leng Che personally taught, the infinite cold shield, called - Water Holding Heaven!

On the ice field, Fanyin's figure swayed and her heart suddenly condensed. A trace of light blue spiritual power slowly emanated from Fanyin's body. Her eyes turned white and she fell down.

Countless dark spiritual powers hit her in the air, and she was unable to resist anymore.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" There were several sudden sounds, and the dark spiritual power was blocked in mid-air. A large tiger-shaped shield stood in front of Fanyin, covering her completely and protecting her.

A strong arm caught Fanyin's knee that was about to touch the ground, lifted her up, and let her lean on his shoulder.

"Boss, are you okay?" A familiar deep voice sounded in Fanyin's ears. A pair of fingers tapped lightly on Fanyin's legs.

A few hot tears burst out of Fanyin's eyes at the edge of consciousness.

"I almost died if you didn't come back." Fanyin leaned his head on the man's shoulder, his military uniform wet with tears.

After the seven-foot-strong man heard the Sanskrit sound speak, his burly body stood on the ice field. His body trembled greatly, his arms trembled, and tears flowed like a river. The man choked, and his lips could not help but tremble as he forced himself to say:

"How can I, the boss of Chilu, just lie down when he says so? It's so shameless! I'm here!"

Fanyin blinked his eyes lightly and cried out.

Everyone inside and outside the Ministry of Military Affairs, up and down the Guozheng Hall, and in the deep pools of Liao Dynasty learned the news of Chilu's "resurrection". Everyone was jubilant and burst into tears.

"Then, that fool is not dead!" Yan Tong waved his spiritual arrows and slashed at the ghosts and ghosts coming from the corrosive land. He was excited. Then he grinned. Mo Duoli saw a heroic fight on one side,
Chapter completed!