Plundering the Heavens

Wen Yiru is a literary patriot of Tianwen. However, when he was twenty years old, he entered the country of red dust. He took the exam, entered the temple, led the war, and ruled the world. He realized the law of red dust and finally stole the true meaning of a country. It turned into these three instincts, and his body is not strong. Dan is a two-legged method. It is not unusual, but with these three characters, he is the top son of the Northern Territory. ▲∴,

A character floats, is hanging in the void above the top of the square line, and it is a gas machine, and it has turned into a national shadow.

In the illusory country, there are cities, mountains, emperors, ministers, merchants, and civilians...

Big country!

It is really a lifelike country, but also the weight of a country.

This is the beginning of the word, it is like the weight of a country, suppressed on the top of a person, the square line into a mortal within the country.

The second pass has turned out a battlefield.

The battlefield is innocent, the killing is fierce, the blood is soaring, the sky is covered, and the square is trapped.

Battlefield.

The third pass, but turned into a bodhisattva, kindness and kindness, coveted and pinched, sitting on the void, let people heart and worship.

Bodhisattva.

A break is repaired.

One is imprisoned in the flesh.

A character crossed the mind.

A great teacher, showing his true heritage.

"Is this grandson so difficult?"

Seeing these three characters in the square, it is also a glimpse of the face, the face is not changed, but there is no small bit in my heart. Intuitively felt the horror of these three charms, he did not take the liberty to force the resistance of this suppression, but closed his eyes. Flat venting machine. After a while. The two pairs of scorpions suddenly opened, and the black giant sword was put away, and the feet were empty, and the hands were simultaneously pinched.

"Don't talk about a country, how about moving to the whole world? Look at the little man who messed up this day and messed up the place!"

In the violent screaming thunder, he was on one hand and one hand down.

One is positive. One reverse, slowly rounded.

In his body, a yin, a yang is reversing, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

Until the end, it has turned into a yin and yang big mill, like two big mountains, suppressing the void and slowly rotating.

Yin and Yang large grinding disc.

Against the yin and yang of the world, even the air machine. There are chaos in the three phases of the gods.

The kind-hearted bodhisattva picked up his sleeves and jumped into the battlefield. With a big knife and a human head, the folks of the people entered the temple, vying for the incense, intrigue, and making a mess. The suffocation on the battlefield came to earth, killing me, killing you, bloody, good country, good one, great The air machine is disordered, the black smoke is suffocating, and there is still a little bit of clear air, and living is a hell.

"How... how could it be like this..."

Wen Yiru is connected with the three gods and the gods are chaotic. His mind is also chaotic, and he is retreating and looking strange.

"You... you are rebelling against the world... it’s a thief... it’s fierce... it’s a misfortune... is...”

Looking at the eyes of the party, I have been horrified and hateful, pointing at the swearing.

"...is your uncle!"

Fang Xing was sneer, and he couldn’t get out of the three wanderings that showed a gap in the air. It’s like a shadow and a foot to Wen’s Confucianism. Fortunately, Wen Yiru is a member of the Fa, and finally At the last moment, the reaction came over. When the finger swung in the air, he had drawn a symbol in the volley. The side of the line was like a lightning bolt, but it was blocked in the air, just stepping in front of Wen’s body. Above the rune, but his foot is not practical, but the power is too heavy, set foot on the rune, but even the dozens of emptiness around the Wen and Confucian trembles, the big fuss is also shocked by the void Spreading, a stream of blood spurted out, and the shape of the paper fell into the lake like a paper, "plop", splashed a water that is not too high, and then silent for a long time.

"Hahaha, tenth!"

Fang Xing laughed, his body shape rose to the sky, and he floated above the mirror lake. He was about to laugh and said the last two sentences. In his ear, he suddenly heard a cry of children, and his heart was slightly shocked. He rushed to the past. Suddenly, a burst of anger in his eyes.

......

......

"Looking at the crow..."

"Give me the **** little thing on my back..."

At the time of Fang Xing and Wen Yiru’s fight, Shi Yinyuan did not have a little bit of watching. He was standing on the foothills at this time, yelling wildly, pointing his own minions to chase and block Dajinwu. The anxious jumped up.

However, he was so arrogant that he was screaming, and he was like a grandson. He was lying on a back with a baby who could not stand. He only bound her with spiritual power, so that he would not fall down. Let it be shackled, can't let go of the fight with others, can only escape while yelling: "Fucking, wait for the big golden eagle to come, let you **** tearing claws..."

"Wow……"

Although the little things on the back of it have the spiritual power of Dajinwu, but in a dangerous environment, they also burst into tears.

"Be sure to catch it and bring me the little **** on it..."

Shi Yinyuan almost despaired, his voice groaned, and his voice was dumb.

Now, he really has no other way. The treasure of Zhenzong brought from the dexterous ancestor has been robbed by the little devil. For him, he must grab it anyway, and rely on it. Take your own ability to grab it back. Otherwise, even if other people kill the little devil and get back to this door, their dexterous sect wants to get back, which is also a very troublesome thing.

Moreover, if this treasure returned to the dexterous sect through the hand of others, no matter whether the dexterity had paid a big price for it, he would never want to touch this treasure again. For this reason, he thought of the only remaining way, that is, taking advantage of Fang Da and Wen Yiru to fight, can not separate, pointing to the minions who come with them, take the wizard or small, and then The little devil redeemed this treasure.

This is the only way he can deal with the party.

However, he did not expect that this battle between Fang Xing and Wen Yiru ended so soon.

And just saw the scene of this scene, the heart of the anger and the flames also rose, the murder of the eyebrows.

"It's not a thing, Master is keeping the rules, fighting here with you, are you still playing this trick?"

The party whispered and directly applied the technique of shifting. He jumped to the back of Dajinwu, one hand picked up the little thing, and the other hand pointed out that the **** knife was like a real cloud. The dexterous monks who were screaming and rushing over were stunned by the suffocation of his body, and they even held the cloud head, and they made people turn around and make a mess.

"Little devil, this is Shenzhou, can you let you come to fierce?"

The spurt screamed in the spurs, and the swordsmanship shrouded the party. A sword repaired from the sea was in front of Fang.

"Don't think that if you win the literary brother, you can see nothing, but it's just a matter of repairing the law!"

A young man with white lips and red lips rushed to hold the silver gun and stopped in front of Fang Xing. He was a disciple of the Song family and the pure Yang Tao, the **** of the Song Dynasty, and also the Tianjiao figure of the northern part of the earthquake. I am eager to try.

"The Taoist friends from the South, even killing people indiscriminately, really happened..."

Among the voids, one side of the quaint, wide-robed robes of men's feet come to the void, step by step, fluttering to come close.

One of the three seven sons, Fu Xingdao Gao Xie Lin Yuan also came.

In the surrounding void, shadows, and many people are coming here silently.

For a time, there were more than a dozen young monks with unusual breaths in front of Fang Xing. Although they were silent, they were murderous.

"The people of the Guardian League are almost there?"

The side of the line was expressionless, and he swept the crowd and opened his eyes.

There was no one to open the crowd, but the eyes were faint. Although surrounded by the side, there was no one dare to go forward to fight.

After defeating Wen Yiru, no one in the field has been dare to take a nap. It is not a fool. Even Wen and Confucianism have been defeated. The rest of the people are repaired, even if they are the ones who are really preaching, before the shot. I also have to measure the amount, and then add a sword to the top of the text, Miss Wenwen, the heart of the literary heart has been half dead, the suffocation has come out, the **** smell of this body, it also makes people feel tremble.

"Guardian League, guardian alliance... What are you protecting?"

The party held the little things in his arms and spoke again.

Still no one spoke, it seems to have heard the sarcasm in his words, and several people’s eyes have become cold.

"There are a lot of people, and the little ones are packing up one by one. I am afraid that I have to abandon the time. It is better to do this..."

Fang Xing took a breath and looked up at the distant foothills. He pointed to Shi Yinyuan and said: "From here, there, there are three hundred feet, and Xiao Ye has killed the **** now. You Whether it’s a single shot or not, even if you want to greet the younger brother, the younger one has to look at it. Today I want to kill. Who can protect him?”

Said, he pointed a knife, pointing to the Shi Yinyuan on the foothills far away, murderous: "The little boy inside you is stunned!"

"Hey!"

This time, Shi Yinyuan’s face suddenly became pale, and he no longer wanted any bronze doors. He turned and fled.

At the time, Fang Xing was shouting, Dajinwu would like to know, and the wings would stretch like Jinyun, and the wings would sway.

"I don't believe that a Nanzhan monk can be deliberate in Shenzhou!"

In the crowd, suddenly a loud scream, the Song family Xiao Tianjiao Song Guixin took the gun, the face is cold, the gun is like a dragon, straight to the right chest position, this is cool, straight Pointing to the little things in the arms of Fang Xing, he is already allowed to hold a child in his arms. Only one arm is available, and even the French and Indians can't pinch. He does not believe that he has one shot at his own arm.

"Wow……"

Because of the loss of the relationship between the source of the Tao, the little things are more sensitive, and they are aware of the murderous murderousness and immediately burst into tears.

However, Fang Xing touched her little head and whispered: "Don't cry, Xiaoye takes you to kill!" (To be continued.)

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