Plundering the Heavens

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Qingyunzong up and down, the disciples who had already dispersed have gathered again in front of Xiaoqianyan. Although they did not know that within a short period of half a day, the Zongmen had been greatly changed, but they also smelled something that was not right, and they were self-satisfied. They saw that Fang Xing and Xiao Jianming were prepared to continue the battle of the decisive leader. They have also come here, to see what happens.

"I thought that this little ghost was scared, and deliberately escaped, but still want to continue?"

"What happened just now? Is it related to this kid?"

"Hey, is this little devil looking for death? Remember that he also has a mount, but this time he has to be alone against the enemy?"

In the discussion, some people are happy with someone.

"Why must he confront the brother Xiao, don't you be afraid..."

Under Xiaoqianyan, Qin Xing'er tears her eyes.

Liu Hehu persuaded: "He must have his own decision, not necessarily lose!"

In farther places, people who have a feud with Fang Xing, such as Feng Qingwei, Mu Rongying, Meng Xuanzhao, Ye Tianlong, etc., have an unspeakable excitement on their faces, and their eyes are not instantaneous. Looking at the stage.

"Unfortunately, you can't get rid of this little devil yourself, but you can see Xiao Xiaoxiong killing him, and you can also get a sulking!"

"Unfortunately, this little devil is actually not bad, but he is destined to die, but he is not sure to grow up!"

In the stands, the blue bird elders also looked cold and said: "I hope that Jian Ming is not as soft as a spirit cloud!"

Xiaoshanhe knew that she still hated the fact that she was swearing at her in public. Haha smiled and said: "And see Jianming as a teacher!"

Whether it is an acquaintance or a stranger, or an elder or an ordinary disciple, there is not much strength in the other side.

Although since the return to Shanmen, Fangxing has been performing very strong, far beyond his own cultivation, but this time in the performance of the military, he is really disappointing, or use money to swear, Either playing rogue, even if he has already reached the final battle, and defeated the two masters of Hua Chouye and Xu Lingyun, others still do not recognize his strength.

The person who looked at him with a high look thought that he might have kept the bottom of the box, and the person who slandered him, even thought that he could walk to the stage of confrontation with Xiao Jianming, purely relying on his own tricks and luck... Of course, he had to add On the money!

In addition, whether he is looking at him or not, he feels that he has no chance of winning against Xiao Jianming.

After all, Xiao Jianming has been famous for Qingyunzong for nearly ten years. He has always been the strongest disciple. Even Xu Lingyun, who is equally talented, can hardly separate his half-light, let alone a square.

"Little devil, I rarely hate someone like you hate you..."

Xiao Jianming sat on the back of the iron eagle, holding his iron sword in his arms, and the scorpion was brilliant and said.

The party smiled coldly and said: "That is because you can't take me?"

Xiao Jianming was slightly stunned. After a long while, he nodded slowly and said: "Yes, it is true. In the Qingyun Zong, no one dares to be so disrespectful to me like you, and there has never been anyone who has offended me. I live like a man who is so happy, so I hate you, I don’t want to kill you all the time, I am lucky, I finally waited for this moment today..."

During the speech, Xiao Jianming’s murderous murder has risen.

Fang Xing did not fear, looked up and looked at him, smiled slightly, said: "I still have a word to say!"

Xiao Jian’s mouth sneered a little and sneered, faintly said: “Let’s say, maybe this is your last chance...”

Fang Xing smiled and said very seriously: "Xiao Jianming, your uncle!"

Xiao Jianming glanced, his face chilled over, and the sound of "呛", the iron sword was half-inch.

Fang Xing suddenly jumped back, rubbed his hands, and said: "You have the ability to kill me, you kill me..."

"Little devil, dead to the end, still poor!"

Xiao Jianming's anger swelled up and suddenly rose, and suddenly the iron sword came out of the sheath, suddenly turned into a black rainbow to the side of the line.

In the face of the side, he always felt that his patience was not enough.

"Qingyun Yijian Yuhan Frost..."

The sound is cold and the sword is like a frost. Wuguang shot, Jianguang brought a layer of frost, a sword stabbed, it has blocked all the space within 30 feet, the frost is there, any movements have slowed down, only his sword is not Affected, it seems to be in a hurry in the air, it seems to be still sluggish, actually has pointed to the square eyebrows.

Fang Xing's face was also abrupt, and the sound of "唰", five fingers bluff, Qinglong Biyan knife appeared in his hand, and then slanted his knife, a slap in the air, the knife swelled, the green dragon sighed like a real dragon He hovered around him, and surrounded by a golden flame around the dragon body, the heat was abnormal, and all the frost effects were torn in an instant.

"when……"

The swords collided, the sound of the golden sound screamed, and the faintness spread out.

Xiao Jianming's face changed, the iron sword swayed, wrapped around the silk for three weeks, only to resolve the giant force uploaded by the square knife.

However, Fang Xing retired three or four steps in an instant, only to stop and stabilize, and his expression was somewhat dignified.

"The little devil, it’s really a small smashing of you. It’s just that it’s just seven smart, and the power of one blow is so strong...”

Xiao Jianming said coldly, the power of the square knife made him a little shocked.

Fang Xing smiled and said: "If not, how can you dare to make a move with you?"

Xiao Jianming’s face showed a sigh of relief: “I have been practicing Qingyun Jiujian for nearly ten years. Do you really think that I am at this level?”

In the sneer, the iron sword slammed again.

"Qingyun has a sword breaking through the dawn..."

The sword is like a rainbow, just like the rising sun, the endless radiance.

In the meantime, Xiao Jianming had a sun in his hand, and he was emerging from the darkness, radiating endless light.

At this moment, his iron sword in the palm of his hand was like a shadow, and it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real, and it was stabbed to the side.

Of these swords, only one of them is true.

However, even if it is a virtual light, it is also a powerful sword. It has the ability to hurt the enemy. It is overwhelming and difficult to distinguish. If you only look for the real sword light, you will be surrounded by swords and you will be seriously injured. And if you only care about resisting the sword, but you are hit by the real sword light, it will definitely eat such a sword, life is difficult to protect.

"Little devil, I see how you resist this sword..."

Xiao Jianming’s face showed a sneer, destroying the iron eagle and pushing it into the square.

Every sword of Qingyun Jiujian has different powers, and it is not a leisure.

He has worked **** Qingyun Jiujian, and he does not think that Fangxing can resist this sword.

Repairing does not mean everything. Just like two ordinary people, those who have martial arts will be stronger than ordinary people.

The people who have cultivated the battle Xuanzang and the people who have not cultivated the battle Xuanzang have the same difference in strength.

And Fang Xing saw this sword, but his face changed.

In my mind, I have counted countless ideas in an instant. In the end, my heart is not undone, but I rushed toward Jianguang.

He just danced with his big knife, and there was no rule at all. He couldn't resist the sword at all.

However, just as he was about to fall into the Jianguang, he suddenly shouted: "Explosive purple Lei Fu..."

Xiao Jianming was shocked when he was on the scene. He took the sword and retired. The Iron Eagle instantly plucked three or four feet and the sword defended against his chest.

He is not a brainless person. He had thought about the possibility of dealing with his own methods before, and he has seen the use of various symbols and implements to make the Chinese grievances seriously injured. There are a lot of strange things in the ancient spirits, and in these things, it is undoubtedly the most powerful power of the blasting purple ray, which is given to him by the swaying palace, that is, he does not dare to straighten his front.

He does not want to go with the party, but in any case, he must first save his life.

It was just this retreat, but I was surprised to find that the sidewalker was empty and empty. If there was any explosion of purple ray, after he scared himself away, he immediately returned to the original place, and there was no meaning of rushing up at all. Instead, he licked his stomach. Laughing, pointing to Xiao Jianming said: "Haha, Xiaoye lied to you, seeing you scared like a rabbit, throwing no shame..."

Xiao Jianming’s sudden seven-year-old smoke, shouted: "You are looking for death!"

The Jianguang re-emerges, and the cold electricity usually strikes the party.

He moved his anger, and the sword seemed to be a bit stronger than usual.

"It’s really a little boy afraid of you!"

Fang Xingxiao also converges, murderous on his face, seems to want to desperately.

Seeing Xiao Jianming has already rushed to the front, his hand suddenly hides behind his back, and it is a big drink: "Explosive purple Lei Fu..."

Xiao Jianming was shocked and said: "This time is true!"

The foot on the back of the iron eagle rushed to force, and the iron eagle immediately turned and flew away, and escaped three or four feet.

"Haha, you are smashing goods, Xiaoye still lie to you, look at the scared you like a bear..."

The party laughed and stretched out his empty hand to Xiao Jianming.

"Little bastard, I killed you!"

Xiao Jian’s eyes were red, and he sipped, and a sword of “嗖” spurred the side.

This sword, he has used all his strength, directly forgetting all the words of his uncle.

What the **** is to leave him a life, go to hell!

Letting this little devil die is more important than anything else!

Have to say that let the opponents can not hold back, is also a kind of talent magic! R1152

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