Under the moonlight, Yan Po and the other two elders of Guiling Sect were almost unstuck, sliding on the grass, with a graceful and as fast as lightning.

"Thief! Where to run!?"

At what time was Yan Po’s feet, and the distance suddenly got closer. She let out a long roar, waved her right hand, and then pointed the lion-head crutch to Fang Yuan’s back.

"snort!"

Fang Yuan snorted coldly, and his steps slipped, and he immediately took a few steps.

Click!

Unexpectedly, at this time, Yan Po's face was grim, and her arm suddenly stretched out and turned into impossible.

"Turn your hands!"

"Roar!"

The lion's head came to Fang Yuan's back, opened his mouth wide, and spit out a ball of fireworks.

boom!

The flames exploded in mid-air and the ground was charred.

Whoosh!

The two elders behind stopped immediately: "Elder Yan's lion staff is even more amazing!"

"careful!"

Yan Po stood with a cane, her face turned red, she coughed suddenly, and then struggled, "That person is not dead!"

"What?"

The two elders were shocked and immediately felt a strong wind blowing from their heads.

"Chirp!"

As the wind whistled, the iron-feathered black eagle pounced down fiercely in an extremely fast posture, as if preying on prey, and grabbed it with sharp claws, and the strong wind blew.

Bang!

At the same time, the underground soil layer exploded, and a black shadow suddenly appeared. It was Fang Yuan, and his left and right hands were in the shape of an eagle claw. The internal force of the Yin attribute of the ninth level surged out without reservation.

By this time, he had no longer any scruples and had his all-out move!

Puff!

The two elders exclaimed, holding the attack of the Iron-Winged Black Hawk, but they were suddenly grabbed into the defense circle by Fang Yuan's claws, hooking the Adam's apple, and a crisp sound of shattering came out.

"Yan Po, it's your turn next!"

Fang Yuan turned around and his tone was calm.

"The Four Heavenly Gate Warrior...the Eagle Claw Iron Clothed Shirt...and this Spiritual Beast?"

Yan Po coughed even harder, and her eyes were even more puzzled: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I hope you can hold on for a little longer!"

Fang Yuan's eyes were cold.

This Yan Po is a master of Diyuan. Her lion-headed stick was very sharp before. She had to see her take action, so she might suffer a big loss this time.

Even now, he has no idea to kill the other party directly.
Chapter completed!