Plundering the Heavens

After Zhao Changhe ate the first punch of the party, the battle was officially reversed, and the success was entangled from a thunder and lightning, like a god-like symbol of the gods, and began to change toward the human sandbags, and was hit by a boxing and punching. After that, he couldn't even slow down with him. In the end, he was riding on the side of the square. He waved two fists and slammed his shackles. It was terrible.

Zhao Changhe has been angry from the beginning, and he has been angered by the anger. Later, he has become a bitter and screaming, and then he has become a scream. Later, he can’t eat it, and Fang Xing also opened his temper, punching and punching. Cool, screaming.

what! what! what! ......

Hey! Hey! Hey! ......

Today’s scene is not that Nanzhan’s disciples and the martial arts disciples have slowed down the pace of fighting. It’s that no one is directly involved. They are all watching the battlefield of this film. Even many people don’t understand it. The gods who originally occupied the upper hand, how was suddenly caught by the little devil, picked up from the void into the sea of ​​clouds, and then came out from the sea of ​​clouds, fists, ankles, knees, heads, From time to time, I also picked up a big back, one method and one style, all have a strange power, it is a mountain also exploded.

The symbol of the instrument is absolutely extraordinary. It is worthy of the name of his genius warfare. It not only cultivates the thunder to the extreme, but also the body is tempered by Leifa. It can be strong and strong, and the vitality is tenacious. In all respects, it is the strongest opponent that has been encountered since Fang Xing Dan, but no matter how strong, can not afford so many heavy blows, a bone has been broken into powder. Don't say that there is no way to apply the thunder, and even the prints can't be pinched. The phalanx has been broken into pieces.

"Save Zhao brother..."

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a symbol of the sorcerer from this horrible scene, screaming.

For a time. The disciples of the fish-like genius have given up their opponents, and the rumbling rushed over to save the car.

"Take us first!"

The monks of the Nanzhao screamed and began to chase after the disciples of Fu Dao.

Fang Fang saw this scene, but also looked cold, waved a fossil, but manifested in the air. He was turned into a black stone monument. Wei Weifeng was suspended in the air. He pushed Zhao Changhe to the stone tablet, and pulled out the spear that penetrated his body from his chest. The backhand was inserted into the chest of Zhao Changhe and nailed him into the stone tablet. Then, afterwards, they continued to pull out a number of long weapons such as the Black Giant Sword and the Blood Drink Knife. They were inserted into his body.

"Who is not afraid of death, come!"

Facing the first disciple who rushed to the front, Fang Xing turned and pulled out the black giant sword from Zhao Changhe. A sword split him into two halves, and then inserted the sword on Zhao Changhe. The **** knife screamed out, and cut off the head of the second rushing martial artist disciple. The starting hand was fast and embarrassing, and the practice was even more strange. It seemed to be Zhao Changhe as a weapon shelf.

The sects of the sects of the sects have been entangled in Wang Qiong and other juniors. The remaining disciples have a big gap with the strength of Fang Xing. They only sent to death when they came forward. They were waved with various weapons and even killed seven or eight symbols of the martial arts. They also let Zhao Changhe suffer seven or eight weapons. The bitterness, this fierceness, makes the rest of the disciples disciplinary. Stopped the momentum of coming to the rescue.

The appearance of Fang Xing at this time is also extremely miserable. The injury in one body is shocking. He has a fight with Zhao Changhe, and he is hurt by the injury. He is far from the imagination of others. If he does not have the strongest inner body of his peers and Long Jun had been trained for a month before. Now he has already been defeated by Zhao Changhe’s thunderbolt. He can support it at this time, and most of them rely on their own enthusiasm.

But everyone else thinks that he is too fast to support, but his fierceness is not diminished, and it is unpredictable.

Haha smiled, vomited a blood, and wiped the sleeves in the square, the ancient sword in the hand pierced Zhao Changhe body, sat down next to the stone monument, it seems that an urgent need to rest, and Zhao Changhe is now dead, in the ancient sword penetrates himself When I was in the body, I snorted and raised my hand slightly. I seemed to want to say something, but after all, because the injury was too heavy, I only lifted it halfway and then hanged down.

The hall of the gods, the **** of cold and arrogant, spread the name of Zhao Changhe in the northern part of Shenzhou. At this time, it was very miserable. Like a piece of rotten meat, it was nailed to the stone tablet. Until then, he did not even know himself. How did you lose to the party, but deep down, but there is a feeling of faintness, if it is another time, probably he will still lose in the hands of this little devil.

It’s not that the thunder is not refined, nor is it that the body is not strong enough. It’s not as good as this little devil!

He could hardly imagine how someone would hardly put so much lightning on it and punch it hard to give himself a punch. It is also unimaginable that he has already eaten so many lightning damages and hardened himself through the chest and abdomen. One shot, but still has such enthusiasm and strength, punching himself hard to fight, and after nailing himself on the stone tablet, he can still make a fierce attack, killing seven or eight in succession. Come and rescue your own disciples, and kill them until no one dares to come forward to save.

I took out a storage bag and turned it into a special medicine for the treatment of the wounded medicine. I went out and took out a healing spirit that was refining with blood lotus seeds. I swallowed it and let it go. He provided the power to apply the wood healing method, and then stood up, his eyes swept away in the distance, and in the eighth array, there were still a few people who were fighting, turning and rolling, and it was difficult to win.

"kill!"

Fangxing turned back and tied it to the stone tablet with an iron chain. He squatted on his waist, and then pulled out the black giant sword and the **** knives from Zhao Changhe, and violently rushed out, Zhao Changhe Being nailed to the stone tablet, as he rushed, it was pulled like a kite, and the sword was waved into a huge black and white mixed lotus. After that, the blood flowed into the river.

"Get out!"

The woman holding the heavy hammer that was fighting with Li Ying was fighting for the same level, but she was rushed over by the evil spirits. The woman was shocked and screamed, and she hurriedly slammed the hammer. Qi Qi was on the sledgehammer. The majestic force, the woman who was shocked by the shock, was retrograde, and Dan was sneaked from behind, and her figure fell.

"Oh, I really served you, this world is the most fierce in addition to my sister!"

Li Ying looked back at Fang Xing, and sincerely sighed.

"I really don't live up to expectations. This is the most reasonable reason in the world. It is you..."

Fang Xingbai took a look at Li Ying, and said nothing, he said: "With me, break this big battle!"

"okay!"

Li Ying was excited, laughed loudly, drove the ghost of Sensen, and followed behind the party.

boom!

The two of them together, the momentum is more ambitious, but the disenchanted disciple who is fighting with Han Ying is shocked, and facing the rushing party and Li Ying, he can not fight again. For fear of being besieged, but only one god, Han Ying seized the opportunity, suddenly pierced the squirting rifle, and smashed his body and snarled and fell.

The general monk can not have the ability to run through the chest and abdomen, but he has no more enthusiasm. Even if he is a golden dan, his vitality is great. This gun will not kill his life, but it is also a heavy blow. I will not be able to fight again at one and a half.

"go!"

Han Ying also did not pursue, and he flew in the air, and merged with Fang Xing and Li Ying.

Three people together, the momentum rose again, and in the air, they rushed out, and even rushed to an opponent who was smashing with the murderous murder. At this time, I didn’t know where to hide from the lazy Rushing out, yelling and converging with Fang Xing and others, a group of juniors, like an invincible army, the momentum is rising more and more, in this eighth array, there is no rival.

"You don't have to come over, I can kill him myself!"

However, when preparing to help Wang Qiong in the past, this arrogant woman refused to drink, and the two rounds of the fire and the wind waved wildly. She thanked Xie Linyuan, who had already been afraid of her heart, and killed her. It seems that she is also ironic to become famous today. Xie Linyuan, who is ranked among the three sons and seven sons, became a stepping stone. He laughed and said that he understood and turned back and rushed to the other direction.

Wherever he went, the disciples of the instrumentalists all fell, or were killed, or fled.

"Oh, I wanted to break the battle, but I was robbed of it!"

At the time of the Great Wars, Li Hongyi was carrying a few of the Nanzhan juniors who were good at the formation of the tactics, so as to break through the array, but when they looked up, they saw the joy of being killed by others. All the disciples did not descend and died, but they also laughed a bit, gave up the idea of ​​continuing to break, and according to this situation, it is not necessary for her to break again, and the defenders will descend, and they will solve themselves.

"Trusted..."

In this situation, Xie Linyuan also has no intention to fight this fierce and sultry Nanzhan woman. It is even more known that even if he wins at this time, he will not help, and he will choose to directly admit defeat, while withdrawing and retreating. Ten feet.

"you!"

Wang Qiong was quite dissatisfied, but he did not want to beat the dog. He hated to accept the two rounds.

The overall situation has been fixed, the disciples are not fools, the Son of God has been taken down by people, the true biography has also died dead, wounded, other disciples will not ask for their own suffering, one by one to hold their hearts and anger In the mood, the turtle was in a place, and the Nanzhao juniors came to meet with Fang Xing and others. They only looked up and found that the number of people was nearly half, and it can be said that the death and injury were heavy.

"What happened?"

Under the Fengchan Mountain, whether it is the Nanzhao junior or the Northern Territory, the mind is tense and concerned about the situation.

"Why do I feel a little bad..."

The Yinling Taoist also looked deep and muttered to himself.

It was the lord of the genital tract. At this time, there was no initial self-confidence, and the brow wrinkled into a sly. He said to himself: "There is no reason. The gourd picked from Xianyu has been given to Changhe, Jindan. Who else will be his opponent?" (To be continued.)