Chronicles of Heaven

A mad thunder fell from the sky.

The dozens of thin purple thunders wrapped in a horn-horned axe, squatting on the left shoulder of Xiang Feiyu.

Xiang Feiyu was wearing a set of shackles and heavy armor. The Thunder wrapped a heavy axe and his left shoulder's shoulders were cracked. He ignored his hands and picked up the wheel and axe. He laughed a few times. Wu war magic.

The martial arts demon, one of the ancestors of Dawu Taishang, the repair of the three heavens of the gods, is equivalent to Xiang Feiyu.

Wearing a horned horn helmet, wearing a chain armor, wearing a **** cloak behind him, there are six giant mountain shields that are three feet thick and hovering around, and the martial arts warriors who are armed to the teeth roar loudly, and the left hand is caught in the void.

With the Thunder from under the scorpio, the horns of the horns that Xiang Feiyu slammed into the hands of the martial arts, he held a one-handed heavy axe with his hands, and Xiang Feiyu, the face was distorted, 嘶The voice rushed to the enemy.

A large axe with a handle, two horns and a heavy axe hit together, and Mars splashed and shook the sound.

After a dozen sounds, ‘咚咚咚’ heard a loud bang, and the horns of the martial arts were smashed, leaving only two solitary handles in his hands.

Xiang Feiyu laughed, the wheel axe swept a single axe, and the two giant mountain shields were turned into four pieces. The big axe swept through the chest of the Wu war demon and tore open his thick chain of heavy armor. The war demon left a tragic wound that could see the creeping internal organs.

The martial warfare hurts and quickly retreats.

Xiang Feiyu took advantage of the unstoppable stride to catch up, and at the same time sneered and sneered: "Lao Wu, not Lao Tzu said you, to discuss the means, you Dawu's group of guys, all of them can be regarded as good guys."

"But, what are you using in the broken stuff? You are the first time that I was smashed by the Laozi and was injured by Laozi?"

Wu war magic hands licking the wounds of the chest constantly spurting blood, screaming in the sky, while fleeing at full speed.

Xiang Feiyu laughed loudly: "Before everyone played, no one wants to be desperate, but this time... I am sorry, Laowu, your head, Laozi has taken it down."

Sighing with a heavy sigh, Xiang Feiyu caught up with the martial arts demon with a bit of awkwardness, and the big axe smashed toward his neck.

"If Laozi is dead, the family is old and young, but there is no dependence."

"In the end, if Wei Wei wins... my family and grandchildren, and the opportunity to be slaves, after all, Da Wei’s old face, they still make sense. After all, the so-called celebrities are romantic, they are not hypocritical, pretend, they It’s a face."

"But you Dawu... I don't want Laozi's descendants to be directly smashed by you, soup pot. You Dawu, even those so-called top-level gates, are slaves of your martial arts... No, it is your martial arts support. Livestock... Hey, the sons of Laozi, who have been servants for slavery, are enough to be wronged. How can they be the lambs to be slaughtered?"

The big axe danced, and in a few short sentences, the four mountain shields of the Wu war demon were also violently opened by Xiang Feiyu.

The big axe tore open the armor of the martial war, and left a brutal wound on him. Yin Hong, with a trace of electric awning, was sprayed on the ground and landed on the ground, winning the earth’s thunder. ring.

The ground of the battlefield of the duel devours the blood of the gods in the war. The blood from the surrounding mountains is getting stronger and stronger, the ground of the battlefield is becoming more and more solid, and the power of imprisonment is getting stronger and stronger.

The martial warfare shouted loudly. He took a bottle of life-saving avenue Baodan in his busy schedule. Even the medicine bottle was stuffed into his mouth. The big mouth chewed and swallowed it. He pulled out a strange triangular shield and swung his right hand. Out of a strange gold dragon hook, a sinister hook to Xiang Feiyu.

Xiang Feiyu's several huge meatballs bulged behind him. He turned into a three-headed and six-armed combat form. The new four arms were gripped by two epee and two long knives. Together with the original wheel axe, they found countless cold lights.劈 武 武 武 武 武 武 武 武 武 武 武 武

The sharpness of the weapon and the bones of the martial arts war struck together, making a harsh roar.

The martial arts warfare was so horrible that the fierce and venomous flames were constantly ejected in the scorpion, and he stared at Xiang Feiyu, constantly making a vicious curse.

Xiang Feiyu screamed at the martial arts demon, while he whispered: "No wonder the old man's heart is so hot... The environment of this duel battlefield is so strange, the old white face of Dawei, I am afraid that I can't live."

"This decisive battle, either you, or us, can survive, and ultimately win, either Qingqiu or Dawu."

Xiang Feiyu lowered his voice: "I still have a bad temper, but I am not really stupid."

"Hey, Dawei's group of guys, they are clearly the same as our old prince, who made the taboos of the gods."

"Listen to the slogan of Dawei's group of guys, huh, revive the hundred families, inherit the civilization... Hey, one by one is ecstasy, forgetting the roots of their own... Laozi knows very well, our ancestral exercises, Be done by the gods..."

"Reviving a hundred homes? Also people are happy!"

"Look at the battlefield of this duel and see... Laowu, it is clear that people who don't give them Wei Wei live, this is sure to kill them."

"Don't let go of Wei, either you, or us..." Xiang Feiyu suddenly yelled, and the two fist-sized meat **** in his spine were raised. He was suddenly raised in the waist with three arms and six arms. Only the new arm, both hands clasped the two handles of the poisoned dagger, and if lightning, the puncture of dozens of madness on the body of the war.

The face of the martial arts demon was violently blackened, and there were faint and colorful spots in the black gas. His skin became suddenly and poisonous.

"I don't think about it? I have been straightforward for a lifetime, and I have been going straight to my life for a lifetime. I learned badly, learned to sneak attack, and learned to use weapons that are hardened." Xiang Feiyu screamed at the martial warfare that smashed the mouth. The axe, the martial art of the martial art, is the back of the blood.

"Well, Laozi has always been a straight man... but over the past year, Laozi has learned badly with a little guy."

Xiang Feiyu smiled extraordinarily brilliantly: "The kid is surrounded by a strange young man. His talent is supernatural. The old man gave the kid a little benefit. He got a little poison from him. ""

"Hey, how about the taste? It looks like you are poisonous and you are not dead, but at least it can weaken your strength?"

Xiang Feiyu slammed loudly, and the two swords and two swords behind him were like a whirlwind. They heard a few loud noises. The shields and golden dragon hooks in the hands of the Wu war were smashed by his sword.

As Xiang Feiyu said, these gods and gods of the Dawu Kingdom are very strong in their cultivation, but the weapons they use are actually weaker than him.

This is also the old problem of the Dawu Kingdom. Among the three countries, the Dawu Shenguo has the strongest personal strength, but in the learning of casting, Fuxi, array, and medicinal herbs, they are really far behind.

When he was flying hundreds of feet, he was so soft that he fell to the ground and rolled back.

Xiang Feiyu said that the kid is naturally the demon king around Wu Tie.

As the cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, the blood of the magic king is becoming more and more terrible. The poison that he releases today, although he can not directly kill the ancestors of the gods, is already enough to weaken the ancestors of the gods. the power of.

The martial arts demon who was seriously injured was poisoned by the demon king, and it was extremely difficult to stand still.

Xiang Feiyu strode up to fight against the war, and he said in a deep voice: "The style of your Dawu, too rude, too barbaric, the sons of Laozi, if they fall into the hands of your big arms, I am afraid that it will not live for three months... ..."

"And, the little daughter-in-law who is in the family's home, if they fall into the hands of the old white face, they still know how to pity the jade... What a pity, how many women are killed by you every year? ?"

"So, for the sake of the descendants of your family, please die!"

Xiang Feiyu walked to the side of the Wu war demon, and raised his big axe high: "This time, the old man killed, the first time in his life is not for the prosperity of wealth, the first time in his life is not for strength growth, the first time in his life is not In order to satisfy the killing of the old man’s heart."

"The old man is killing this time, just for the sake of future generations to find a way to live!"

Under the heavy axe, Xiang Feiyu said: "Who dares to stop me, kill!"

A thunder, a mountain, and a screaming from the back of Xiang Feiyu, a loud noise, a heavy-duty triangular pyramid with a length of two feet wrapped in Lei Guang was tied to the heart of Xiang Feiyu.

The figure behind Xiang Feiyu was crushed by a heavy triangular pyramid. The mountain with a height of three thousand feet was suddenly moved from three thousand feet to three feet in size when it was close to the body of Xiang Feiyu, with a dull and horrible roar The sound was on the back of Xiang Feiyu's dew.

A loud bang, Xiang Feiyu’s vertebrae heard a shrill crack.

His three-headed six-armed supernatural power was crushed by this hit, and the two heads and four arms of the back were completely broken by a three-foot-high hill.

Xiang Feiyu vomited blood in his mouth and mouth, and his body flew like a leaf in the wind, fluttering forward.

He flew thousands of feet away, hitting a hill on one end, and most of his body was embedded in the mountain.

Two Dawu ancestors dressed in heavy armor rushed to the scene, and one of the big red bearded big men snarled loudly: "Wu war magic, you 驴 攮 攮 攮 ...... ...... ...... 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老 老Drowning in the water tank."

"Bastard, you are actually defeated by Xiang Feiyu!"

"You, you, don't say that you are the son of Laozi, I don't have you!"

Xiang Feiyu pulled out a half body from the mountain, and looked at the two big ancestors who sneaked behind him.

"Wu Santu, do you want a face?" Xiang Feiyu pointed to Wu San Tuo’s curse: "You are..."

The three-bearded red-bearded Wu Santu kicked the martial arts demon to scream, and lost a bottle of life-saving Baodan to the martial arts demon, then stood up and pointed at Xiang Feiyu, violently interrupted. His curse: "I am you - my grandfather, the son of Lao Tzu is you - relatives ... hahaha, this battlefield, it is a gift of God ... don't talk nonsense, kill him!"

Wu Santu was so excited that he screamed loudly. He had a heavy stack of mountains and shadows. He shook his hands and palms, and each of them had a shadow of the mountains shimmering in the wind and thunder.

"Slaughter Xiang Fei Yu... Then, follow Laozi to slaughter the soft eggs of Dawei and Qingqiu... Waiting for me Dawu to dominate the world, Wu warfare, your grandson, you personally went to slaughter the family!"

After taking down the Baodan that Wu Santu lost, the Wu war demon 'giggle' smiled and climbed up a little. The wounds continued to flow out of the colorful poisonous blood, while the wound squirmed rapidly, a little bit fast. Healed.

"Hey, you can rest assured that you will kill a clean, even a mouse will not be left." Wu warfare smiled lowly: "These three countries, I have a martial family, just like others, others, slaves It’s very good, very good... and Xiang Jia, Xiang Feiyu, you are not qualified to be a slave.”

The martial arts demon reached out and touched the horrible wound that the chest was exposed, and he snorted: "You cut the old man, it hurts!"

Wu Santu, Wu Zhan Mo, and another Dawu ancestor Wu Zhanling, who was with the martial arts demon, screamed and screamed and rushed toward Xiang Feiyu.

Xiang Feiyu’s face was distorted, and his teeth were staring at Wu Santu and others.

In this terrible duel battlefield, the great Wei’s rituals were greatly suppressed. The ancestors of the many gates of the Qingqiu Kingdom were their strong enemies of the Dawu Kingdom.

Dawu Shenguo, arrogant, overbearing, primitive, barbaric, they are taking the path of pure body repair.

Moreover, the Dawu Kingdom is the only one of the Wu family. The other few gatekeepers are their slaves and their stewards. They are only the running dogs that help the Wujia rule the vast territory.

The great Weifu turmoil, the green hills are balanced and stable, and only the Dawu Kingdom is madly crushing the world, and the power of the world is being used to support the family.

Therefore, the Dawu Kingdom is full of civilization, economy, and even the people's livelihood in the country.

The number of ancestors of the gods in the Great War Kingdom is the highest in the three countries.

Of course, in normal times, there are many more ancestors in the Ming Dynasty, and the Dawu Kingdom does not occupy any strategic advantage. It is really that they have no other advantages except for the large number of people.

For example, the martial arts demon, his carrying weapon was smashed by Xiang Feiyu, and the ancestors of such a gods and gods, the number of ancestors, what is the significance?

But in this **** duel battlefield... the body repairs account for absolute cheapness, and the quantitative advantage may be able to evolve into the final victory.

The three men of Wu Santu have not yet walked to Xiang Feiyu, and there was a long shout in the distance.

A few **** rushes come - they didn't fly in the air, but they rushed straight.

It was the ancestors of the five gods of the Great Wushen Kingdom. They all went to the sky and shouted, and three of them were carrying **** heads.

"Ha ha ha, San Tu, have you not solved this little child here?"

"Look at us, how is luck? When you come in, you come across three old faces of Dawei... Hahaha, their formations, Fuxi, and their military army have become so weak."

"I only used three teas when I used it."

Xiang Feiyu was covered in cold sweat, and he looked at the direction of the five big ancestors rushing in the past - even if the void was filled with rich blood, the line of sight was weakened to the extreme, he can still see, in hundreds of miles In addition, faintly visible three beams of light rise to the sky!

Wu Santu Daxie smiled and said: "Okay, well, it is a knife-like thing... To the brothers and the children, let's stop fighting, but don't drop the order, it is cheap."

"This time, my martial arts have more than 4,000 elders entering the battlefield of the duel... oh... win, this is a win, but don't lose too many people, it would be too shameful."

Xiang Feiyu’s body attacked Lingling and fought a cold war.

More than four thousand elders...

This madman of Dawu!

The number of their ancestors in the Ming Dynasty is comparable to the total number of Dawei and Qingqiu.

Although, in absolute terms, Dawu still has to be less than the two countries. The problem is that in this **** battlefield, Dawei’s law repairs are almost negligible.

Dawu’s combat power has taken an absolute advantage!