Legend of the Cultivation God

Seeing that the team of Jian Xiu was a little messy, Yuan Qing heard loudly: "The pregnant sword disciples snatched the swordsman's body, and the swordsman disciples the monk!"

In a sentence, I woke up like a bee-like sword repair, but the time of a tea, the situation on the battlefield has reversed, and sword repair has taken the upper hand!

Fortunately, at this time, the monk’s squadron was also brilliance, and the monks who had some exhausted mana between the moments were connected to the squad!

Seeing the retreat of the monk, the sword repaired again, half of the sword repaired the foot and flew the sword, staring at the ground, beware of the monk attacking again, and the other half of the sword repaired into the group of **** beasts, which would have been fallen before. The swordsmanship smashed out!

"Hey!" Ying Ying was standing straight in the air, with no expression on his face, but some of his eyes were stunned and sighed. "But just getting in touch with the monks, this war... actually looks like this, it is beyond What the old man thinks!"

"The war is far from being comparable to me." Yuan Qing looked at the blood pool on the ground, cold and cold. "Even if I wait for the magic sword to be repaired, there is a possibility of corruption! However, such a situation Of course, it is beyond my expectation, but... what about the result?"

"I waited for the swordsman warriors to go beyond the Taoist monks. If you can't kill the monks, what other faces will you see when you look at the father?" Yingxi also sneered. "When the defense of Quanji Mountain is broken, the old man wants to wash the spring." Lushan!"

In the following two hours, no more monks of the Taoist monk attacked, and the **** beast had already eaten enough. Once again, under the drive of the lost beasts, the giant palms were lifted and the layered forest of the springs and mountains continued to be broken. The corpses of the monks who were swallowed were turned into plasma at their feet and infiltrated into the soil!

All the swords are now flying in the air, and the eyes are filled with anger and hate, both to the **** beast and to the ground of the spring. But see how they breathe in the whole body, and the telescopic movement from time to time is the deliberate preparation for the attack of the monk.

At the foot of the **** beast, the bodies of monks and swordsmen have long been piled up together. When you step on the blood at the same time, where can you clearly distinguish it? The blood in the black hole of the beast paint is strange again. One is found out, and the flesh and blood of several corpses are torn. The speed of the swordsman is fast. Although the eyesight of bird repair is good. After all, it is impossible to tell. Therefore, the pregnant sword disciples have robbed the bodies of dozens of good swordsmen, and the rest... have also turned into meat and mud, with the monks of the monks. With the mud of Nawohe, it is not necessary to say that even if the **** beast completely destroys the forest here, next year will be... and it will definitely become a strong and vibrant green onion again!

Perhaps, the ups and downs, the cycle of life and death, is between this destruction and rebirth?

"Bang Long ~ rumbling ~ ~" giant wood fell. The sawdust flies, and as the **** beasts advance, the layers of the forest are like faded colors, gradually disappearing, and the snow-covered ground gradually emerges!

However, Xiao Hua and others entered the underground passage, which was not revealed at this time. It has been destroyed by Quanjishan disciple...

"The generals, how is it good now?" Lan Yan looked at the **** beast and destroyed the forest. I don't feel like frowning. "This sword repair actually destroyed the jungle of the entire Quanshan Mountain. It seems that they have the idea of ​​completely taking Quanshan Mountain as their own!"

Tu Hong is also extremely embarrassed, he is not a little behind, but ... this is just beginning to contact. However, if there is no **** beast with no attacking power, it is necessary to take out the powerful back hand. If there is any other move in the sword repair, is he not without any help?

Tu Hong’s brows are wrinkled. Just like **** together, you will swing your hand. Sneeringly said: "The sword has a **** beast, and my Taoist sect has the body of a monk! When things get here, there is no kindness and tolerance. Even if it is not my disciples, I have to fall into my spring. The consciousness of the mountain!"

"Well~" Blues nodded, it was just when they were talking, there was some movement outside the cave.

"Who!" Tu Hong’s face was like a cold frost, and he waved his hand. A brilliance hit the hole in the hole. On time, several monks rushed into the cave accompanied by a disciple of Quanshan.

"The generals!" The disciple panicked and said with incomparence. "Subordinates...Unable to be underneath...Yes...these ancestral friends of the dynasty are forced to subordinate..."

"Hey, these dynasty disciples do not know the rules of my Quanshan, but you know!" Tu Hong asked coldly. "When is the crime of being good at the time of the war?"

The disciple was as earthy, but at this time, the neck was hard, and he responded: "The generals of the army, the subordinates know that when they are in the war, they are good at making a good account!"

"Well, you know!" Tu Hong nodded. "Then you know how to do it!"

"Yes, my subordinates know!" The disciple replied and turned and went out.

"The predecessors!" A middle-aged monk in the lead of the cold road, "I am waiting to reinforce the Quanyu Mountain, but ... not to see the predecessors and the subordinates play!"

"What are you waiting for?" Tu Hong asked faintly, not much explanation.

"I waited for the disciple to come to Quanshan to reinforce the aid. Of course, I was prepared to put my life outside. But I will wait for the spring, I will leave the bones, and I will bring back the Yanjiang Zong. But what about the predecessors? The swordsmen also know that they sent their disciples to rob the bodies of the disciples. The corpses of my Taoist monks were simply abandoned on the ground, not only did not steal, but instead the trample trampled. Even swallowed by the giant beast! But the seniors... This is not the case, I am waiting for the reinforcement of the monk's heart?"

"Are you waiting for it?" Tu Hong nodded and asked.

"And, I am waiting for the yellow character... Although it is possible to enter and exit the squad, if the squad can't open it, I can't enter the squad at all, so that there is no difference between it and the yellow one? If the ruling is not there, Open, I am not waiting for the sword to repair?"

"Well, is there anything?" Tu Hong nodded.

At this time, a thick voice sounded: "The generals of the army, the disciples who violated the military order have been beheaded!"

"Well, get it in!" Tu Hong's eyebrows are not arrogant, very casual response.

"Yes!" As the sound of the sound rang, a firm voice of footsteps came in, but saw a strong refining monk holding a vermilion lacquered board and walking in, the lacquered board was a good one. The head is not someone else, just just going out to sin in the foundation of the disciples!

"Ah??" Seeing that the blood on the lacquered board was not dry, the two eyes on the head were still closed, and the disciples of the Yanjiang ancestors did not feel exclaimed. They did not expect that this Tu Hong was actually coming. of!