Plundering the Heavens

At this time, the side of the mountain, turned to look down the mountain, there is a murder in the bottom of the eye. Oh,

Although he didn't see it when he came, he later knew it. After the seventh battle, Wan Luo was stunned by the guardian of the eighth line. After a dozen or so, the old man was almost killed alive. If it wasn't for Li Hongyi at the last minute, he would help him to save, and Wan Luo would be alive and lose his life.

"He is, after all, a sacred child... Are you going to kill him?"

Li Hongyi seems to have seen through his thoughts and whispered.

Fang Xing looked back at Li Hongyi and smiled. He said: "I am not thinking about killing him!"

Li Hongyi was awkward, and he listened to him and continued: "I am thinking about **** him alive!"

"Hey!"

Li Hongyi's face was slightly white, even Wang Qiong, who was around her, looked at her with a strange look.

Several Nanzhun monks who heard his words around him, and some of them were ugly, and they didn’t open their eyes.

They have some worries in their eyes. Although there are already many people killed in the front, they are not the people of the North Third Road. Now, the next generation of defenders is the **** of the North Three Roads. If the party really kills. He, the consequences are too serious, if the real anger of the North Third Road Lord, tore the face, not to mention the South Road, whether it is a problem.

However, Han Ying’s eyes flashed and he suddenly said: “To kill, you must prevent him from escaping!”

"Yes, as long as the group of **** recognizes the loss, we will not be able to chase after killing!"

"When you played against the savvy gangsters, you ate such a loss. It’s common to lose a gamble!"

Next to the two lazy openings. It was Dajinwu and Li Ying who came together.

Listen to this brother's tone. However, it was seriously discussed how to prevent Zhao Changhe from admitting.

The surrounding monks couldn’t help but glance at them. I thought about how to persuade them here. You don’t think it’s big...

"Haha, good brother, I have my own way!"

Fang Xing was quite satisfied. He took a shot of Han Ying and Li Ying’s shoulders and squinted at the direction of the eighth array. However, when he was about to enter. Suddenly, I stopped my foot and hung my head. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I had to open it after a long while, but I heard the sound of the indifference in the eighth episode: "Little Devil, into Array to die!"

It was amazed that Zhao Changhe, the defender of the eighth array, was so annoying and challenged in advance.

However, Fang Fang raised his head and flashed a smile on his face. Suddenly turned and walked to the back.

His move made him ambitious. Preparing to go with him, the Nanzhan Zhongxiu stayed for a while, and did not understand what it meant.

In the eighth episode, there was also a faint snoring, and it seemed that the disciples of the genius were also surprised.

"I went to your grandfather's tortoise and grandson, and I dared to call your little master to go to death. How come you really don't come out and let your little master cut you two knives? Why do you have to sit there and not move? I’m going to look for you in the fart. I’m not going to make you a **** when you go shopping in the building, you’ve got a flower and a rotten slut, and you’re not daring to see people? You really want to admit it with your family. I will give you some pigs, squid and squid medicine, and then sink you in the pit to drown for three or five months to make a good brew..."

If the words are like renju, it’s screaming and ringing, and in a flash, all the mountains and hills are smashed.

what happened?

What are you doing?

"Hands!"

After a moment of silence, in the eighth array, there was also an angry voice, a thunder whip morphed, and it was drawn toward the side of the square, while the square line waved smoothly and wiped the whip. When I lost it, I picked up my sleeves and continued to squat with my hands. "You are a grandson of the king's eight-beats, Zhao Changhe? You are a mother who is a resurrection of the king. It is called Changhe. You are not called Zhao Dungkeng? What happened? Are you angry? Then you have the ability to come out and beat me. Are you afraid of your grandfather? Do you know that you are holding a grandson in the battlefield? You know that your **** is not planted, and the face of the instrument is lost by you. Light, ah...hey!"

A spit spit on the ground and smashed the ground into a pit.

It’s just too hot!

Compared with those who only want to drink a few words of "Little Devil", "Small Animals", and "Small Kings" on weekdays, those who pursue the sacred winds and the fairy tales, are at least on the monks. Exceeding the skill of hundreds of fat old ladies!

In the eighth big array, the face of Zhao Changhe, the son of Fu Dao, has already turned green, and his body shape is slightly moving, so he has to go out.

In a temptation, he has already discovered a problem.

With his cultivation, he and the party are in the line, and one in the case of the line can not hurt him. After all, this little devil is not the old man who has been slashed and hurt, and he knows the strength of this monk. Long Jinghu fierce look, he repaired the law, the temper is violent, this time was aroused the heart of an unknown fire, there is only one thought, that is, shot this little devil.

However, the people around him immediately took him, whispered, and the overall situation was heavy.

Zhao Changhe thought about it, and sealed the Zen for ten. The people who defended the array should abide by the rules. The people who guarded the array must abide by the rules. One of the rules is that after entering the line, they must not leave without permission. The head gas became that look, and they can only stay in the tenth array, but because of this rule, if it is out, it means that he has already admitted.

"Little devil, if you have a kind, speed up and die!"

Zhao Changhe, who could not stand the temper in the case of being detained, angered to the extreme and whispered.

"How can I not enter the battle? Who stipulates that I have to get into the battle? Xiaoye just took seven battles, a little tired, I can't take a break for a while? How long is the longest break? I remember three In the daytime, after ten o'clock, even if I have been here for the first time, I used it for a long time. Fucking, let me wait for two days and two nights and say, I will not take you today. The ancestors of the Zhao family jumped from the tomb circle and I didn’t surname Zhao. I no longer have the face of your Zhao family’s ancestors..."

As the side of the line squats, the more excited it is, the more exciting it is.

"you wanna die!"

"Hey..."

Three consecutive whipes, smashed out from the array, can be seen in Zhao Changhe's heart.

However, Fang Xing just waved his hand and easily solved the three whiplashes. He wiped his nose and took a sigh of relief. He continued to swear: "The lords and the stinky maidens on the mountain are listening, you know the beast of this human face. How did you talk to his little girl? This **** is not a thing to play with. Xiaoye, I will give you a free paragraph today, saying that this is the king..."

"Long river, anger!"

Under the mountain, the symbolist Taoist suddenly raised his voice and frowned, reminding Zhao Changhe not to be angry, and then screaming toward the side: "Children, you must rush into the battlefield and hide in the front. It’s ridiculous, don’t you feel shame?”

"Which rules on Fengshan Mountain are not allowed?"

Fang Xing squatted down the hill and shouted: "Then he just yelled at my little devil's head? How did he let me die?"

In a word, I wanted to take the rules and suppress the side of the road. I don’t know what to say. The eyes are cold and intuitive. I feel that this little devil doesn’t seem to be just as simple as a monk. Seeing an unspeakable idea, is it to deliberately anger the river? However, unlike the smell of the little devil, he should also know that the person who repairs the thunder, the deeper it is, the easier it is to be affected by the thunder, the temper is violent, but the anger is not necessarily the same. Bad things, Leifa became more and more fierce.

In this way, the little devil’s angered Zhao Changhe’s argument would not work, and he should not fail to understand.

On the occasion of the inferiority of this symbolic instrument, Fang Xing has continued to open up: "You said what kind of thing you are, don't plant it with the little man and fight the knife, just hide in the array and let your elders look for it." Xiaoye is not in trouble? You are so soft with his mother, just go home and hide your mother's skirt, and save the younger brother, I scared you into the diaper when I was thundering..."

"enough!"

Inside the array, Zhao Changhe couldn't help it anymore. His tongue was spring thunder, and the sound was like a thunder. The surrounding rocks were creaking and shattering the dust.

"Enough your uncle!"

The sound of the party line is louder, but the shackles are even more energetic: "This time, Xiaoye is going to have enough for two days and two nights. I want all the people in the northern part of Shenzhou to know that your mother’s dog has been bloodied by me. Head, everyone mentions you are a big joke..."

"Hey!"

I don't know how many monks, my heart flashed a thought.

If you say that you are arrogant in the past, it seems that it is ridiculous, then he said that this last sentence cannot be prevented.

The name is as big as the sky, and the words are like tigers and wolves.

If he really did this, no matter whether Zhao Changhe could finally kill the little devil and vent his anger, it would be unfavorable for him to pass it out, especially if there are some people who are driven by others, it will become a joke...

The other is that the little devil's head is squatting on the waist, and it's really owing! (To be continued.)