Plundering the Heavens

"I have given you the opportunity, if you are not sure about it, you will be ruthless at this time!"

The fairy tales of Xiaoxianjie rushed up and screamed, and the ancient sword in the palm of the hand suddenly turned into a road and went straight to the side. Every one of them is composed of a sword light, which is enough to easily kill Yuan Ying. And this whole practice has been turned into a circle of light again and again, and the front, back, left and right are all around, almost inevitable, and even do not know where the sword will come from. This method of swordsmanship has already shown a very high attainment. I am afraid that it is not too far away from Lu Fengxian’s martial arts. The shackles contained in the swordsmanship have reached the sevenfold, especially horror...

"Oh, Xiaoye, why should I grasp the opportunity you gave?"

In the palm of his hand, the hundred soldiers of the war were turned over and turned into a group of smoke, but they wandered around in the body. Numerous swords around him struck, and surrounded his squats, hitting the smoke, but it turned out a messy "clam dangling" sound. And in this situation that seems to have no resilience, his voice is still extremely cold, even contemptuous...

"because……"

Xiaoxianjie’s descendant Jianguang received it and turned it into a green dragon. The power was concentrated on one point and he went straight to the side. Although the shot is fierce, but his face has not yet emerged a resolute color, like a heart has not been untied in the heart, want to untie the knot before the real smashing the line: " ...... You should know, I am also thinking about Tianyuan, I also hate the Protoss... Since you have never thought about investing in the court from the beginning, why have you never considered joining me? Why do you know your strength? It’s weak, it’s not enough to confront the gods, but never thought about the fairy world?”

His voice was extremely ambiguous, not clear, but a pair of scorpions, but fine and bright, stared at the square face.

"Ok?"

The side of the line is extremely fast, and the mind is moving, but it understands the meaning of the story of the little fairy.

"Ha ha..."

After he gave a slight glimpse, he laughed happily, as if he had heard a great joke.

This little fairyland is a descendant, Tianyuan is alive, and the gods walk the dog. The various problems in my heart are really complicated and complicated...

At this time, he turned out to be somewhat self-pity!

He cultivated himself as a tyrannical, invincible, and even more focused on the consideration of Tianyuan, so after seeing the emergence of Fengtianmeng, he produced a very subtle mind. He has tried to form an alliance with the party many times before and after, but he has been rejected every time, so he does not understand that he is a **** of life, and he is a **** who has a strong cultivation and power. Why is this devil? Would rather be an alliance with some of the weaker climate-deficient people, and never try to be an alliance with themselves?

Although I don't want to agree, you can't help but ask...

Even in the heart of the small fairy world, there is a thought that is not easy to be known...

When I saw the appearance of Fengtian League, there was a wave of blood in his heart, and there was an impulse!

It is a kind of **** feeling that protects the righteousness and the cross sword against the gods...

Perhaps, if the party is allied with oneself and tells everything, then he will betray the court and help them!

but!

From the very beginning, this demon head was thinking about confronting the gods and looking for allies, but never thought about himself.

why?

Now that he has shot, under the violent kendo, he has left a line of life, and he wants to ask this question.

Why don't you find me?

I am clear... not a bad person...

To a certain extent, he has already had a glimpse of good thoughts in his heart, but he does not understand why no one can see this kind of good thoughts. Why don’t you come to draw yourself, because you are deep inside, and you are not willing to be a slave to the Protoss. Ah, maybe I will promise...

"Do you want to ask me why I am not asking you to help us save Tianyuan?"

Different from the implied confession of the fairy tales, the mind is complicated, and the words are clear and plain in one sentence, but the voice is full of ridicule and irony. When the sound is sounded, the hands of the soldiers in the hands are also suddenly The glory shines and turns into a huge iron gun with a length of several tens of feet. It sweeps away and breaks down the sword of the sky. It turns into a misty dust and flutters: "Because your little fairyland is originally a traitor. You have helped the Protoss to come to Tianyuan, you can’t forgive..."

His voice is getting louder and louder, and the ten-footed guns sweep across the void, swaying countless swords.

"What other people think, I don't know, in the eyes of Xiaoye, you must have died in the fairyland!"

"It was you who chose to be a god-walking dog in the first place. Then, why should I still pull you back?"

"As my younger brother said, Xiaoye, I haven’t gotten to join forces with you to reach the destination step..."

"Boom!"

At the end of his talk, the ten-footed rifle suddenly slammed into the chest of the sacred fairy.

"More importantly, you still have to take Xiao Man to swear at me...so you all **** the little fairy world!"

The long guns were violent and violent, and they went straight to the fairyland.

It is more fierce and violent than a long gun, but it is a slap in the face, as if the sword is in his heart.

The ridicule and irony in the words, in the twinkling of an eye, the little blood and good thoughts in the heart of the little fairy world are clean and clear, and the tangled color on the face has completely disappeared. A few dozen feet, it looks like a volcano suddenly broke out, "呛啷", the ancient sword in his palm framed the long gun that was stabbed in the square, but a pair of blinds looked at the party The eyes are staggered and there is Mars splashing: "Since you are so proud, then die under my sword!"

"Remember, you pushed our little fairyland to the court..."

Bang!

His ancient sword was steep, like a squally wind, and cold and cold swept over the side.

"No, you have chosen to be a walking dog..."

Fang Fang’s mouth still does not lose people, while he screams and drinks low, while the hundred wars and soldiers change again. It is actually a sledgehammer that can be turned into a hammer. The hammer is like a hill, and even exudes. It is like the heavy mountain meaning of Fengshan Mountain, but in the hands of Fangxing, it seems that there is no half-weight. It is straightforward for him to smash it. When the sword of the fairy tales has not yet started, he has already been Hammering, huge winds and waves, like rivers and rivers, generally go straight to the fierce road, and the martial arts are completely controlled...

"This weapon is so difficult..."

The descendants of Xiaoxianjie even changed the number of swords, but each of them was disturbed by the squadrons of the squadrons, and their hearts were somewhat annoyed.

The hunters of the hundred wars are really extraordinary. They are endlessly changing. The magical powers are ninety-nine. In the Wufa, the kendo of the fairy tales has been extremely deep, but it’s a slap in the face. Subject to control, even if his cultivation is higher than the square, but in front of the square war soldiers can not account for cheap, just like Lu Fengxian and the ancient cranes ...

Among the Tianyuan juniors today, when it comes to the creation of Wufa, there is no doubt that Fang Xing and Lu Fengxian are headed.

Lu Fengxian is a natural tremor, and there is no end to the martial arts.

However, the side of the line is the sword's slanting front, and it has become such a war-torn soldier, which has taken a big advantage.

"Do you think that such a weapon is enough to stand out from the crowd?"

At this time, the party did not say what was smug, but the descendants of Xiaoxianjie were in a very sensitive time. The martial art that was usually proud of him was directly smothered by the party, but he seemed to have received it. An extremely insulting general, the anger of the heart suddenly ignited and burned up, and the figure suddenly retreated, and then the eyes stared at the side.

"Snapped"

He actually held the ancient sword in both hands, and then broke it in two folds. The litter was thrown in the air, and his hands slowly lifted.

"It is difficult for Wufa to take you, then let you try our magical powers in Xiaoxianjie..."

"Is there any magical power in Xiaoxianjie?"

Fang Fang slightly condensed, thought about it, and then swayed his head, directly control the hundred war soldiers again rushed over.

At this time, he really did not look at the descendants of Xiaoxianjie. This person has the ability to compete with the night gods. The strength is strong, but Fang’s grandfather can’t put it in his eyes. After all, the hundred wars are in the hands. If you have the world's largest weapon, even the ancient crane's chaos can be restrained, let alone the ordinary ancient sword used in the evil road? To a certain extent, this one-hundred-soul warrior is one of the "daoguo" of his practice in this world. He wants him to live around the world, grab the East and grab the West, and there are too many opportunities for others to do. ? And this hundred wars of soldiers, it is the final product of these big opportunities to melt together, the change of the body!

Although this hundred war spirits are now only considered as prototypes, the realm of this soldier has definitely fallen into the realm of the patriots.

More importantly, this weapon is in harmony with the side of the party, and the power is even stronger!

Xiaoxianjie passed the sword, although he was restrained by the party, and he showed his magical powers, and the party still did not look in the eyes!

However, it is obvious that Fang Xing did not expect to think that the descendants of Xiaoxianjie actually mastered a magical power.

"The **** of creation will pass, and the words will be forgotten!"

The low embarrassment came from the mouth of the descendants of the Xiaoxianjie, and then greeted the fierce and fierce battle of the sect of the squad, and the sacred sect of the sacred sects did not hide, and gently pointed out, and the surrounding emptiness suddenly became a piece. Messy is like a huge dream. All the order and power between the heavens and the earth are broken. It is completely condensed on his finger and directly penetrates the space...

"Forget the heavens?"

A heart of Fang Xing suddenly jumped when he saw the magical hand-starting style of Xiaoxianjie.

It is difficult to describe the great sense of crisis that he felt at this moment. He was almost subconscious. He defended himself with a hundred wars, and quickly retreated back. His heart shouted like a stormy wave: "How can this **** Forget about heaven?"

"Isn't that the inheritance of no one's cultivation success?" (To be continued.)

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