Chapter 596 Snow White Fox

Eighty-one claw marks are overwhelming, and with the spirit of ghosts like the underworld, they attacked the cold autumn, and the sixteen claw shadows condensed in the shadows all over the sky. If the fists generated by the fingers are clenched, they become extremely thick, swaying and weak towards the cold autumn. The tip of the sword hit straight through. For the cold autumn sword, the snow-white fox did not despise it at all. It became quick and decisive. Obviously, it looked like a long battle.

The fist hit the tip of the sword fiercely, and a sound of piercing flesh and blood. Although it was not very loud, it was a very uncomfortable feeling in the heart. If there was a physical fist, it was the same as the real one. Even the sound of being stabbed and penetrated was very same. Although there was no blood splashed out, the tip of the sword was straight. The feeling of penetration is exactly the same. If there is a little difference, it is that the fist did not feel any pain, but the impact was faster. It suddenly increased by several minutes, and the direction pointed by the fist was even more suspicious. It did not hesitate to be pierced because it attacked the target, which did not mean the tip of the sword, but deserted. Where Qiu's slender hand holding the sword is.

The curling fog dispersed above the fist, and the blood was as thick as **, flowing down the sword with a shocking smell. Leng Qingqiu was in danger. With a soft roar, the long sword suddenly emitted a powerful breath, like a light blooming from the fist, forming a lotus-like shape in the blink of an eye. Then, the flying fine swords continued to emerge like petals, making the lotus spread more and more, and then The white lotus flower spread out with the cold air.

When the cold air passed, the claw shadow was frozen, no longer flowing like wind and water, but stopped at the moment. The speed of the fist collision was also slower, and then it scattered like thousands of black dust.

The first to go~

Lonely Qingqiu's counterattack can be said to be wonderful to the top. Ninety-nine of her strength is hidden in the moment when the two sides meet. The collision, exertion, counterattack, and the connection of clouds and flowing water are connected. There is no trace of stagnation. All the process can be called perfect. The sword is like a lotus blossom, and all the snow-white fox is shred. After the attack of the civet, the sword was even more powerful, and a silver light flew away like electricity, pointing directly between the eyebrows of the white fox.

"Break~~" only heard her scold. Obviously, she added all her skills to this type of counterattack. When the silver light took off her hand, her figure couldn't help trembling. The white light on her face suddenly flashed, and the delicate face showed a painful look.

A month of sleeplessness can be regarded as no matter how strong the willpower is, he will feel incomparable fatigue. What's more, Leng Qingqiu is still in this situation and encounters an attack from the snow-white fox. Although the snow-white fox is just the first spirit beast she meets in this fog club, it is not as powerful. Yu gave Leng Qingqiu a majesty. In the face of such a strong opponent, she can only hope to win with one blow. Otherwise, the longer the two sides fight, the fewer opportunities will be left for Lonely.

[Mirror Flower Water Moon]～～

This is the wonderful meaning of Leng Qingqiu. It seems to be a weak move, but it is just an illusion in front of the mirror. Through the killing move after the mirror, it is the opening of a desperate blow. All the power is in the lotus flower that suddenly opens when the mirror is broken.

The snow-white fox is not good at it. As early as the moment of the first fight, although it did not know the intention of Leng Qingqiu, it did not prevent it from killing for a long time and felt the faint danger. However, its strong confidence in strength still let it choose me to be the main and began to launch the first attack. The sharp move of Leng Qingqiu's counterattack was greatly unexpected.

This force is really too powerful. It is as strong as a snow-white fox, and it also felt fear in an instant. It retreated desperately to the rear, and its two forelimbs crossed left and right, as if it wanted to resist the turbulent attack like a tide. The wind raged in front of it, and the petals of the lotus flower with a holy light shattered the snow-white hair, and also shattered the pride and self-confidence of the snow-white fox. The broken hair flew in front of its eyes and was messy.

A bright moon rises brightly, illuminating this place silently. What echoes the bright moon is the faint light covered by Leng Qingqiu and Zhang Chong's body, with runes and inconsistible patterns, flashing like breathing, like a beating elf.

Suddenly, the bright moon shot out a light, which shone on the forehead of the snow-white fox. The light was dazzling. Between the flying shots, there was a natural momentum, which made it difficult to stop. With a whine, it was firmly nailed to that place.

Its whole body trembled and seemed to want to retreat, but it could not move at all. Its body was surrounded by the light of the bright moon, constantly giving birth to illusions. As soon as it came out, it disappeared. This was its spirit. It was strangled by the energy of the continuous moonlight. After half a column of incense, the fox wailed, no longer Move, it's obviously dead. However, before it died, its eyes were still wide open, and it seemed that the beautiful woman with a teenager in front of her was originally a rare delicacy in its plan, but in a blink of an eye, how could she die here?

With a wisp of unwilling thought, the amount in the snow-white fox's eyes slowly disappeared.

Leng Qingqiu used this powerful move. It can be said that from the spring wind to the rain, the change is extremely fast and at will, and the grasp of the force is just right, but this also exhausts most of her strength. The situation just now is just a sudden flash of hers. If there is another opportunity, or if the snow-white fox doesn't have such a big situation, she can't have won the battle so easily. And her clothes were also soaked soaked in sweat. Under the delicate gasp, her chest kept undulating.

Shrically, a long roar shook forward. In front of the cold autumn, another snow-white fox appeared. It stared at a pair of angry eyes. After looking at the dead fox, there was a sad cry in its mouth. In the sound of the call, it can be felt that they should have a very deep connection, and this The death of the fox also made it very angry. After its grief, it looked at the cold autumn figure and took a few steps forward, with a shout in its mouth. Leng Qingqiu didn't understand the beast language, but she could hear that the snow-white fox had a murderous intention like an angry wave in his mouth. She remained calm, and the sword in her hand pointed up again and raised it flatly. However, there was not much expression on her pale face.

That's all, there is only one fight~~

Although he knew that the battle in this situation was dead, his cold eyes looked forward, and he couldn't help hugging Zhao Zhigao, who was in a coma, with one hand, but a faint smile appeared in his eyes. If we really can't escape this disaster, we will die in the same place, which is also a good ending. After Leng Qingqiu said this sentence softly as if talking to himself, he held his breath and prepared for the upcoming attack in front of him.

After a roar, the body of the snow-white fox flew into the air, as fast as lightning. At this time, Leng Qingqiu heard a soft sound of "Bang~". Almost at the same time, the body of the snow-white fox turned in the air and flashed from a strange angle. In the other direction, he rolled on the ground and looked in one direction angrily.

There is one more thing in its mouth at this time. The cold autumn eyes are sharp. Looking over, it is a long arrow feather. The arrow is bright and engraved with dense charms on the body of the arrow. Although it is in the mouth of the fox, it is still shining with a faint light. At first glance, it is not a mortal, but the arrow of the archer. The art is also extremely magical. Although Leng Qingqiu heard the soft sound, she did not feel the direction of the arrow, and she didn't know where the mysterious man who shot the arrow was.

However, no matter what, since the other party sent this arrow at the snow-white fox, it meant that he was helping her. In this way, Leng Qingqiu's heart also stabilized a lot. Her mouth also let out a light roar, and the light of the sword in her hand was like a silver snake spitting out letters, as high as several feet, which instantly attracted the snow-white fox. Then, her body was flexible and walked around. As soon as the machine interfered with the observation of the snow-white fox, she seized the opportunity to launch a matchless attack on it.

Leng Qingqiu did not have much expectations for the threat that these attacks can encourage. Her goal is extremely clear, which is to cooperate with the mysterious archer. On the one hand, it prevents the snow-white fox from finding his figure, and on the other hand, it also gives him a chance to shoot at the fox again.

The snow-white fox was really a headache by her change. It went back and forth and wanted to give Leng Qingqiu a fierce blow several times, but the arrowman's attack was unpredictable and just right. It always gave a meteor-like blow at its most uncomfortable time and position, which made it roar for a while. But I can't find a better way.

And Leng Qingqiu feigned on the side, but it didn't take much effort. Her figure was elegant, and she was like a fairy, giving people an infinite sense of beauty. It was also a roll of the remnant sun. The long sword flew away like a rainbow, hitting the snow-white fox, and it screamed again in pain.