Plundering the Heavens

"Takaka..."

Wen Hao’s heart screams with the phoenix, and the whistle comes, while Fang Xing’s five fingers are vain, pressing in the air, at the fingertips of the five fingers, while splashing out the thunder, and then there are more thunder in all directions. Gathered together, in a short period of time, a five-finger, like a jade-like Thunder was formed, and the wind-blade phoenix that condensed the phoenix was entangled in one place. Oh,

Lei Yi was scattered, but also in the void, the wind blade was also chaotic, and rolled around the void.

I don't know if these two attacks have affected the air and the air, and there are drizzles around the mirror lake.

"He actually took control of Leifa?"

Wen Hao was also taken aback by the heart, and the ten fingers hurriedly pulled down and bowed to the strings.

However, when the ten fingers were able to fall, and when the strings were not pulled, one hand was born out of thin air and pressed heavily on the strings.

The sound of the piano was abruptly stopped, and there was a dead silence around it.

Wen Hao looked up and saw the face of the little devil head close to him, and heard his words.

"Just rely on your ability, where is the courage to fight with Xiaoye?"

There is a banter in the eyes of the party, and more is speechless.

The skill of this literary heart is similar to that of the fox phoenix of the northern enchanted land, which is added by the old man Hu Qin, who did not intend to obtain it, passed it to Ye Guyin, and later was seen by Wen Yuxin. On the other hand, I took it over and took it. I asked them to re-manufacture a gentleman of the Wenjia, and made up some of the runes. It also made the quality of this piano even better. It was called the semi-artifact's harpsichord. Pure Yang Road, the spirit of 70% of the spirit of the child, but dare to stop the road, but it seems a bit ridiculous.

"You! Get out!"

Wen Hao was shocked. Although savage. Not stupid. With both hands, push the harpsichord forward and pull back.

However, when the palm of the hand was pressed, the harpsichord seemed to be in the air, and Wensi did not move, but he explored it with one hand, and pulled the collar of the literary heart, and the face seemed to smile and laugh. "Say, Xiaoye grabs things. Where did you come from this piano?"

"The pickled wilderness repair, let me go, or Miss Ben will let you die without a place to die..."

The literary heart is the pride of the child, and it is not afraid to fall into the hands of the party. Instead, it is furious, and the beauty of the beauty becomes iron.

"If I don't let it go?"

Fang Xing smiled, took the black giant sword in his hand.

"If you have the ability, you will kill this lady!"

Wen Xin’s heart is full of anger and anger, and the color of disgust is full of no doubt.

"it is good!"

The party promised that the black giant sword in his hand would be sent forward, and it would run through the belly of the young lady.

Wen Yuxin only feels a cold belly. Looking down, the whole person suddenly stayed. There was an incredible expression on the surface, and the painful feeling of the chest and abdomen was spread throughout the body, especially like a volcano exploded in the belly. When looking at the side, the eyes were both fear and panic. It’s awkward, but there’s no previous anger and pride. Zhang’s mouth is going to talk, but he doesn’t know what to say for a while... How does he really kill himself?... But he is a literary heart...

"What are you doing, come to the shelf of this young lady in front of Xiaoye..."

Fang Xing sneered, the black giant sword was shocked, the invisible air machine was released, and it was to be twisted in the horizontal direction.

This was murderous, and it scared the Wenyu heart and shocked the surrounding public.

"That is the young lady of the literary family, the most outstanding junior monk in addition to Wen and Confucianism..."

"That little devil, there is no bit of pity, no jealousy, no heart..."

"There is a shame for a woman to be the next killer. The little devil is really shameless..."

For a time, when I noticed the repairs of this scene, my heart seemed to be full of cool air. After the shock, it was endless indignation. In their view, especially for a woman, she was so beautiful and beautiful. The immortal woman hurts the killer, this is simply unforgivable, they can accommodate the little devil head mad, but can not allow him to destroy the flowers.

"Little devil, even to my literary family to kill these killers, you are looking for death!"

In this moment, a figure like a lightning bolt, tearing the void, suddenly appeared in the heart of Wen Hao.

It is the Wenfu of the Wenshi, the cousin of Wen Yuxin. He has already refused the opportunity of forbearance and shooting. His body shape has been moved, and lightning has been deceived in front of Wen Hao’s mind. A symbol is attached to her. On the back, she poured a lot of anger into her, and at the same time, pulled her back collar and pulled her sword down. The blood spewed, but it revealed a big hole in the chest and abdomen.

Wen Yiru's face is full of anger, and his sleeves are smashed out, and a pale yellow symbol floats out.

The paper is long and fluttering, but it is like lightning. It flies straight to the door.

"Ok?"

The party suddenly picked up the eyebrows and immediately swung the sword. The sword was swaying and smashed the sign.

Bang!

The symbol was shattered, but a horrible thunder broke out from it, and the abrupt appearance appeared in the void.

It is the power contained in the symbol, a symbol, and it is equal to the one-style technique.

"This is your skill? Not so good..."

The party shouted and waved a black giant sword forward.

On the Wenyi Confucianism, there was a sneer, a large sleeve, and the gentleman’s heart was gently sent to the rear of the Wenjia elders. At this time, the literary heart was pale and fainted. The extreme of weakness is not hurt. With her cultivation of Jin Dan, the injury is heavy, and it will still be supported for a while. Now it looks like it is scary and the eyes are rushing.

"Chen brother........."

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her tongue was tied and she couldn’t tell.

"Heart, you can rest assured, and look for your brother to exhale for you!"

Wen Yiru’s brow wrinkled a shackle. Suddenly he turned back and flew, his body stretched, his feet stepped, and he pointed to the starting point. The road appeared, such as flying swords, like magic weapons, overwhelming, shrouded toward the square. There is a gas machine connected between each lane, forming a sky-shaking net, just like the catkins in the spring, and the heavy snow in the winter is generally rolled over to the side.

In the meantime, there are thousands of symbols that flutter in the sky and roll to the side.

In the fluttering of the paper, even the shape of the square is covered.

"Little devil, what is the ability to take a woman, try to pick up a few of my characters?"

Wen Yiru held his hand and looked at the side, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Wen's Da Fu Shi Wen Yiru shot..."

"The little devil has lost, and on the war of attrition, no one has ever had a rival!"

"Kill this ruthless little devil, venting for the fairy of the Wen..."

"Slay this son, so you can do it!"

The youngest big teacher in the northern part of Shenzhou!

A character can sell twenty top grades, or the innate symbols he has carefully written, and even sell two hundred spirits.

Where is this fighting, it is simply burning money!

However, Wen Yiru’s shot, the public repair also believes that the little devil is defeated.

These three thousand signs, let alone the horrible power contained in them, even if they are one by one, when will it take?

There were a lot of discussions around the crowd, and they had a slap in the face, and the eyes flashed a bright color. Some people shouted loudly. In the face of the fierce wind of the little devil, although they were angry, they dared not go forward. I placed my thoughts on the body of the great teacher, Wen Yiru. If the little devil is ridiculed by the text, he will be drinking a few singers alongside, and he will figure out the power is not!

"His mother, so many symbols, how much effort does Xiaoye have to spend with him?"

Fang Xing saw his intentions at a glance, his eyes also picked up, and when someone yelled and shouted from time to time, he was also disturbing his mind, making him a little upset, annoyed, simply to the sky. I ignored it, took a deep breath, and rubbed my hands on my chest. Then the fire in my eyes simmered, and a flame spit out. When I spit it out from the mouth, it was just a thin bunch. When I got into the air, it was booming. When they got up, they formed a sea of ​​fire that covered the sky and engulfed countless symbols.

Sancha really fire!

Break the fire!

Let you play the character, let you play the character, Xiaoye, I will burn you with a fire, watch you play a fart!

The eyelids saw that the pieces of the plaques that they had rushed to ignited and fluttered, and Wen Yiru was directly stunned.

"Impossible... how could it be..."

He screamed: "What kind of fire does he repair, is it harder than the Bodhisattva of Song Guichan?"

The advantage of the teacher is well known, and that is especially good for the war of attrition. After all, a well-drawn symbol in advance, in the battle to promote it, is a form of formation, does not need to consume his own spiritual power. As long as the preparation is sufficient, it is not a problem to fight with people for hundreds of years, but the weakness is also obvious. It is the monk who is afraid of repairing the fire. After all, the symbols are usually painted on paper and meet the paper. The fire burned clean, turned into gray, and played an egg!

However, this is a big weakness for the ordinary clerk. It is different for the literary masters who are born in the great family of Wen Yiru. The confetti he used is sacred by the secret law, and the water and fire are not dip. Among them, there are no one hundred or eighty people in the fire-fighting law, but no one can easily burn his symbol, including He Lingzi, who is famous for his three-phase pure fire.

"What other tricks, even if they come out!"

Fang Xing received three real fires, looking at Wen Yiru, laughing, and then rushing to the air, swearing swords.

"You are looking for death!"

In that fire, even burned Wen Yiru’s three years of hard work, but also yelled at the hysterical hysterical, and with the shame of losing, there was a rare appearance in his eyes. The arbitrariness, a shot of the void, appeared behind the three purple gold symbols, the breath is horrible, faintly through the void, the atmosphere of the world, this symbol, also makes the breath three times.

"Little devil, I am defeating you with three innate gods, you are losing, you can be willing!"

Wen Yiru whispered his teeth, and when he shot, he seemed to have some disappointment.

These three characters are used to deal with Xie Linyuan. At this time, they have been used. They are extremely unfavorable to themselves. However, since they have already confronted Fangfang, they have met each other in a narrow way. Naturally, there is no reason to retreat. ! (To be continued.)