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To his surprise, this black-gold ancient knife that was as sharp as clay turned out to be useless, and the cold ice was still spreading along the tip of the knife.

Wang Kaixuan howled like a pig while his mouth was not frozen yet.

"Huo Ye! Fatty, I'm going to fold here today! When you go out, remember to burn paper for my fat man every day! Huo Ye! You remember to take care of Lao Hu! "

Huo Ji is full of black lines.

What's going on with this dying baby?

Shirley Yang frowned: "Fatty! What are you talking about! Stop talking about discouragement!

Hu Bayi's face was full of embarrassment, and his face was full of worry: "Don't talk nonsense, you will eat mutton when you go back."

Huo Jilin raised his hand, and a ball of flame burst out from his palm, quickly enveloping Wang Kaixuan.

The divine fire is the divine fire, and it burned the ice on Wang Kaixuan's body in a few seconds.

After the ice on Wang Kaixuan's body melted away, Huo Jilin immediately turned around and fought with the prophet and the sage.

As soon as the fire of the Ancestor was waved, it was immediately extinguished by Ying Long, and the cold ice of the Prophet did not even have a chance to land.

The ground was filled with ice and flames, and the occasional gunshot.

The prophets and saints always did everything in their power to bring them together.

Huo Jilin also found that the closer the two got together, the stronger their combat effectiveness.

The two dragons and one person fought with the prophet and the sage for a long time, but the prophet and sage were finally defeated and defeated.

Seeing the prophet and the saint fall to the ground, Huo Jilin immediately drew his knife and stabbed at the prophet and saint as fast as possible.

The first saint propped up the ground with his hands, and there were words in his mouth.

"Hugh the injury! Devils listen to the chapter! Resurrection! Bones!

After the first saint's incantation was recited, Huo Jilin's ears immediately heard the sound of bones rubbing.

"Mr. Huo! Be careful!

Shirley Young screamed, her voice trembling as if she had seen something terrible.

Huo Jilin didn't care about him, and the long knife went straight in, wanting to end this battle quickly.

In the next second, the black gold ancient knife penetrated Chen Jiuren's chest.

Huo Jilin was stunned for a moment, looking at Chen Jiuren, who had already changed in front of the body of the first saint.

All the veins in his body burst out, and the face that had been bitten by Sadipeng was blue, as if it was covered with moss, and only the whites of those eyes remained, which looked extremely terrifying.

Huo Jilin did not hesitate and cut off Chen Jiuren's head

, Shirley Yang didn't want to look at it anymore, turned around and covered his face.

Hu Bayi sighed: "Miss Shirley Yang, they are no longer our partners, they are long dead." "

Yes... It's me... I killed them.

Shirley Young whimpered.

Wang Kaixuan waved his hand, a little impatient: "Okay, what's the use of talking about this now!" Don't cry! The

lips of the prophet and the sage were still open, and Ye Yixin and Chu Jian moved extremely fast, and they jumped up and hugged Huo Jilin's shoulders.

Ye Yixin opened his mouth to bite, but Huo Jilin's back was slightly forced, and Ye Yixin and Chu Jian were shaken away.

Ye Yixin and Chu Jian were shocked to the stone wall, smashed the stone wall out of a shallow groove, and smashed it to the ground again.

"Ouch." Wang Kaixuan's facial features were distorted, "It's really miserable."

Hu Bayi's face was full of worry, and he pointed his gun at the prophet and sage, and he was afraid that the bullet would hurt Huo Jilin.

Huo Jilin turned around and wanted to kill the prophet and the saint first, but found that the head of Chen Jiuren, who had just been cut off by him, was back on his neck.

Chen Jiuren fluttered violently and waved his claws at Huo Jilin.

Huo Jilin turned around, and Ye Yixin and Chu Jian also got up behind him, their postures twisted but they ran extremely fast.

Huo Jilin took Nezha Yinglong back, one ran to Chen Jiuren, and the other stopped Ye Yixin and Chu Jian.

Without the restraint of Yinglong Nezha, the prophet and the sage quickly got up.

The two of them interlocked their fingers. Soaring into the air, a barrier of fog visible to the naked eye enveloped the two of them.

The mouths of the two have never stopped, and the faster they read, the stronger Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Chen Jiuren on the ground become.

"Bang!"

Hu Bayi couldn't bear it and shot Chen Jiuren.

The bullet passed through Chen Jiuren's temple and splattered a wall of blood.

But Chen Jiuren just tilted his head and continued to entangle with Ying Long.

"It's useless... Useless... We're going to die here..."

Shirley Yang squatted in the corner of the wall, holding her head in her hands, looking scared.

Wang Kaixuan was impatient: "The surname is Yang!" Can you keep thinking about death! Then God is so good! You give me a good life! Go back and pay us your salary!

After saying Shirley

Yang, Wang Kaixuan looked at Huo Jilin, who was sweating on his forehead, with a worried face.

"Lao Hu, let's go down to help Huo Ye!"

Hu Bayi shook his head: "Fat man, calm down, these two things know how to demons, and we will only cause trouble for Brother Huo if we go down."

"Oops! Lao Hu! I'm in a hurry!

Wang Kaixuan clenched his fists and smashed them on the stone wall from time to time.

Underground, Ying Long Nezha entangled Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Chen Jiuren, and Huo Jilin raised his knife and stepped on the stone wall, swinging his knife and slashing at the prophet who was protected by the fog barrier.

"Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!

Huo Jilin riveted his strength and slashed three times in a row on the barrier, making three deafening sounds.

The barrier was cut out of a gap by Huo Jilin, but it was immediately restored.

"Damn it!"

Huo Jilin scolded secretly.

"Giggle."

A piercing laugh came, and Huo Jilin looked up to see that the laughter actually came from the prophet and the sage.

The two dried corpses laughed sinisterly, looking treacherous and funny.

Sensing the ridicule of the prophet and the sage, Huo Jilin felt a fire in his heart.

Angry, Ying Long Nezha may also have sensed the anger of his master, and his combat power increased suddenly, and he actually twisted Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Chen Jiuren into a piece of paper.

Huo Jilin chased back Yinglong Nezha, and the double dragon was entangled in him, and he was about to attack the prophet and saint in the air.

Sensing the danger, the prophets made a strange gesture and chanted a spell.

The cave began to crumble, and the rocks began to fall off and smash all over the ground.

Wang Kaixuan couldn't dodge, and a huge stone smashed at his feet, shaking him down.

"Ouch!"

A scream like a pig echoed throughout the cave.

Huo Jilin only felt that something was wrong.

This cave is so big in total, how dare this prophet and sage protect himself in this way?

Huo Jilin looked up at the top floor of the cave, and this glance really answered the doubts in his heart.

The stone had been falling off for a minute or two, and if it had been falling, it would have shaken the exit out.

"Don't worry, it's an illusion."

Huo Jilin reminded Wang Kaixuan, Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang and others.

Ying Long and Chaotian Aya instantly wrapped the prophet and sage, and Huo Jilin stepped on the black gold ancient knife to gain a firm foothold in the air, and his hands exerted force.

Ying Long became tighter and tighter, and Nezha used Hot Wheels as a weapon in the air, constantly kicking on the fog barrier of the prophet and sage, and from time to time there was a harsh sound of metal rubbing, which was so piercing that it made people's hearts tremble.