The monk pinched the magic tricks with his hands, and a layer of golden light shrouded outside his body, which looked like an iron shield, shaking the wind blade open.

"Does the donor plan to do it now?"

The monk looked at Luoshuang and did not rush to attack.

"Sorry, some people think you are too good at pretending to be so good that I can cut off your head. Please cooperate." Luoshuang rubbed her wrist and said slowly!

Hearing this, the monk sighed.

"My junior nephew is here to surround you and wait. He is wrong. I have given you time to escape and prepare. Since that's the case, I should send the donor back!"

Luoshuang couldn't help laughing: "Ask the god of death downstairs who plays with sickles, do he dare to say such big words?"

"Wings of the Wind!"

Boom.

The strong wind rolled up.

Each wind is a wind blade, and above the building, the wind surging clouds!
Chapter completed!