Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

Just when Wan Laogui went straight to Fang Yanbin aggressively.

Dialect Bin did not show any fear.

To say that he has seen a lot of powers at the Taoist level, although it is said that the old ghost can crush his aura, but if he wants to give in, it is really a dream!

He is embarrassed to release this pressure?

Compared with the coercion of Brother Yang, he is not even a fart at all!

When the devil was training in the back mountain, it was indeed a formation at the beginning, and everyone accepted it very quickly, but then it changed its taste! Brother Yang made the shot himself.

That coercive feeling! Gee, don’t mention how sour it is!

"Old stuff! Just let Lao Tzu check whether Mochizuki is hard or not!"

Fang Yanbin didn't show any timidity, but instead squeezed Mochizuki in his hand, then slowly lifted it up, his eyes fixed on Wan Laogui.

The sword technique emphasizes dominance, and dialect bin fits this perfectly.

The most important thing is that the dialect is extremely brave in combat, so his knife skills also have a unique charm between opening and closing.

That is cruel!

"cut!"

Just when Fang Yanbin raised his Qi machine to the top, he suddenly shouted.

The long knife in his hand burst out with a dazzling light, and went straight to the old ghost in mid-air.

"Huh! Dare to hack the worms? You are so angry!"

Wan Laogui gave a cold snort, then stretched out his hand to directly face the sword light and grabbed it.

This scene is enough to reveal the power of the Taoist level powerhouse.

The aura of Fang Yanbin's Dao had reached the peak level that he could achieve, and the knife that had just slashed that unlucky Dao King just now was not as powerful as the current Dao.

Wan Lao Gui enraged in his hands, and then directly smashed the blade.

"Unbearable! Let me die!"

A look of disdain flashed in Wan Laogui's eyes, who knew that the dialect bin standing below laughed loudly.

"why are you laughing!"

Fang Yanbin wiped his tears, and the people standing next to Fang Yanbin also laughed: "You still pretend to be X! Look at your hand! Would you like me to sew it for you?"

"Old stuff, don't learn to pretend to be X if you don't have that ability!"

A group of people pointed at Wan Laogui unscrupulously and laughed, obviously not treating him as a powerful Daoist.

This scene directly exploded the old ghost!

Was this group of guys kicked in the head by a donkey? How dare to laugh at him so boldly, is it all boring? Or is it scared and frustrated because of seeing yourself coming?

At this moment, a tingling sensation came from Wan Laogui's palm.

Looking down, the skin on the palm of his hand has been cut apart, and the blood is rolling off ticking!

Originally, he thought he was safe with the next cut, but what was the result?

Wan Laogui's pupils suddenly shrank, and then his anger broke out in an instant, and his voice was a bit cold and said: "You are looking for death! You are looking for death!"

Facing Wan Laogui's sudden anger, a look of vigilance flashed in the eyes of Fang Yanbin and others.

After all, this is a powerful person at the Taoist level! If Brother Yang is here, there is no problem.

But can the old Dao Zun of the Temple of Protecting the Country really be able to stop the opponent's attack?

If they can't stop them, they may be killed without any resistance!

"Wan old ghost, don't come here unscathed!"

Just when everyone was nervous, a light laugh suddenly sounded, and Wan Laogui suddenly raised his head.