Plundering the Heavens

The shot will kill, and the moment will be dead, and all the repairs will be shocked.

That is a real fire!

Shenzhou Nanyu is a famous high-ranking person. He is born with a **** heart. Although he is not a high-born person, he is also a murderer. When he is less than three hundred years old, he has cultivated the body of the fire yuan. Up, there is also a great chance of winning, and it is precisely because of this that they have directly established their own ethics. Even the people in the 12th floor of Bai Yujing met him, and they will treat them with kindness. Before the saints planned to set up the dojos. It is a direct calculation of his quota, as a junior with unlimited potential to cultivate, it can be said that the future is bright...

But just such a person, was said to be slaughtered by the little devil?

What's more important is that even a round does not support it. How strong is this little devil?

"Hey, is there anyone else to try?"

Fang Xingwei laughed, and a pair of strange eyes swept around, seemingly looking for the next opponent.

No one answered!

Li Changyuan and others are all looking cold, and they are taking a step back. Bei Shen Shan Daozi is even more willing to turn and escape!

It’s terrible!

Even Lu Fengxian’s face was blue and green, and he did not immediately shoot.

He is a savvy person, and at this time the whole person is still immersed in the fierceness and hegemony of the party.

Even at a glance, he saw that he had learned the changes in his body after he had learned the scriptures. He also saw at a glance the changes in the tactics of Fang Xing’s shot, which was completely different from the previous war. A earth-shaking change...

"But in just a few days, where did he learn these tactics?"

Lu Fengxian’s eyebrows were simply suspicious, and his expression was as cold as ice.

And Fang Xing saw everyone like this, and my heart is also a joy, knowing that the effect has been achieved, although the prestige is installed. However, my heart was really worried about being encircled. He learned too much to break through the battle and dared to fight Lu Fengxian. But I can't dare to single-handedly so much, that is, holding this idea. It’s only a hot hand to smash the fire. One is because it’s really ugly, it’s unpleasant. Another point is to kill the chicken and the monkey. Just now he looks relaxed, but he has used Feng Ding, Sword Magic and just I have learned some of the things that have been broken, and even added some sneak attacks. Only did this a light weighting scene...

Of course, even so, the effect is full, now the little devil, Fang Xing himself is afraid!

"You are friends, and I will take the lead for me. I will see this devil, so I am too good to go to the road!"

Lu Fengxian was cold and cold, and spoke in advance.

He saw that Li Changyuan and others were stunned by this demon, and their hearts were retired. Unwilling to besieged this demon with himself, he took the initiative to say it and left a face. Otherwise, when they open their mouths, their faces will not look so good.

In addition, after all, he was Lu Fengxian, born with divine power, and his invincible Lu Fengxian. One person was defeated by Han Ying, Li Ying, and Jin Wu, but he was once defeated by the party. Now he also intends to recapture himself. Your own name is invincible.

"It's good. It's Lu's family affairs. It's up to you to settle down with this demon. You have to wait for the two of you to have a grudge. Then I will come to him to liquidate this export wound, and kill me in the south. The account of the monk fire real person..."

Li Changyuan exhaled his breath and shook his face. He retreated to the side and apparently had not given up his plans.

After all, he is also a leading figure in the white jade Beijing juniors, but he has been repeatedly seen and shy, and the more he wants, the more uncomfortable he is.

"Devil, you privately passed me too much to go through the Tao, chaos my system, and once counted on me, took me to the ark, killed my servant, and even stole my weapons, this account is difficult to wash, today Since you are bold enough to come to me, then you can understand it!"

Lu Fengxian sighed and sighed. Suddenly, he waved his knife and took a step forward.

That step, clearly is to move straight ahead, but after this step has gone out, the body shape suddenly circulates, and it is very strangely across a distance of several tens of feet, white robe hunting, awesome to the side of the line, in the palm The fierce knives were sharp and straight, and they went straight to the back of the square. The murderous knives were horrible, and they were stunned by his power. Together with his practice, he was too embarrassed, and his body was really elusive. Lian Fangxing was also shocked. He held a square behind the two-day painting, and he took the knife.

Bang!

A horrible giant blasted, and the squadron flew out directly, and a wave of water-like flow marks slipped out of the air.

"call……"

A breath of **** smell spit out of the mouth, took a sip, and said: "It’s the mother’s cockroach!”

A natural magical warfare, coupled with a fierce weapon, running the mysterious fairy law, the shape is uncertain, this kind of opponent is simply making people feel difficult, or even unable to fight, it is almost the flesh Play to the extreme!

Everyone in the field was also shocked. When the party came to the first time, it was a resurgence of Lu Fengxian’s hundred feet, and the fierceness was terrible. Now, Lu Feng’s anger is shot, but it seems to be reversed. In the situation, the two fell. Half a catty and two looks like...

"Death!"

However, after the beginning of the retreat of Lu Fengxian, he did not continue to pursue it. Lu Fengxian would not let go of this opportunity. He slammed the square and swayed, and the white robe floated, and the gods glory, with no mention. The immortality gives people an unpredictable feeling of drifting. In the twinkling of an eye, they have already caught up in front of the square. The dragon's knives are violent, while the left hand is forked and straight to the painting.

"It's my thing, you can't take it, come back!"

Lu Feng first sipped in the mouth, his voice rolling, like a snarling thunder, but also seemed to wake up a certain existence.

"Hey..."

In this embarrassment, Fang Xing wanted to fight back, but Fang Tian's painting in his hand suddenly trembled. It seems that the long-lost soldier in the weapon reawakened again, and he was struggling hard to go to Lu Fengxian. Flying in the hands, it is a long time, although Lu Fengxian has a dragon-shaped murder knife, but still wants to take back this piece with his own for a long time, the inner-armed spirit has been combined with his own mind and hand weapons.

At the same time of tempering, do not seek to hurt the enemy, but only seek to beat the hands of the party, so that they can summon the soldiers and recapture the paintings of Fang Tian.

"Get it!"

Lu Fengxian's big knife was fierce, and the weapon in his hand suddenly began to disobey. Fang Fang suddenly fell into a deep crisis, but he went all the way to the present, but also through the battle, the mind turned very fast, Seeing that the murderous knife is on the head, Fang Tianhuai wants to fly, and the heart is straight, the palm of the hand is heavy and horizontal, and on the force that it is eager to fly, it adds ten times the force, making this weapon Like a lightning bolt, he patted the front door of Lu Feng first. At the same time, he turned his body, and the two big wings composed of black and black swords appeared in the back. They shot the left and right voids and took a lot of shots toward Lu Fengxian. Go on...

"Ok?"

Although Fang Tian's paintings came quickly, but with the repair of Lu Fengxian, it was not shocked. When the left palm was pressed, it was held in the hand. The familiar feeling returned to the heart and made it to the time. His ecstasy in his heart, even the boiling power of the gods, soared a bit at this time, almost could not help but screaming in the sky, venting this violent war filled with the chest...

However, Fang Xing’s attack came so fast that Lu Feng’s five fingers had just touched Fang Tian’s paintings, and there were two horrible swords and fins in the air around him. The crazy and savvy swords were staggered and let him feel. The heart beats and flies, and the subconscious will sweep Fang Tian's paintings, opening a huge hollow crack of a person's waist thickness, which spreads like a black lightning, and pulls back.

However, when the sword was shot, he had already rushed to pick up a French seal. The blue mist floated over the air, and he covered his body, and he took it out in the air. Feng Chan Ding added to the town of Lv Fengxian. In such a flash of fire and light, Lu Fengxian only felt the news of the gas flow suddenly and there was no response. Above the head, there was already a force like a mountain. Down, under the shock, striding out, and getting away with it, you have to make a hundred feet.

But at this time, the slanting squat appeared in the shape of the slant, and the shackles pulled his right arm and pulled it back hard. At the same time, the figure jumped up and kicked his foot to the door. The whole movement is both strange and unspeakable...

What is even more frightening is that he suddenly appeared, and he did not have any signs.

"What is this method?"

Lu Fengxian was shocked in his heart. He eagerly waved his left hand in the left hand, and his right arm jerked, his figure fluttering backwards.

boom!

The strength of the square foot and the Fang Tian painting of Lu Fengxian slammed into each other and bounced each other.

Everything is done in the moment, in the eyes of outsiders, the two are just a touch of the moment, each retreat to 30 feet.

Lu Feng’s first-day paintings were handed over to the right hand, full of anger, and screaming, and drinking: “Devil, you will die today!”

"He regained his weapon?"

Li Changyuan and others whispered and whirled, and the fear of their own actions had already risen to the extreme, but no one thought that this fight was the first thing that Lu Fengxian had prevailed, not only to defeat this devil. Baizhang, completely suppressed in the momentum, but between the two rounds, he regained his Fangtian paintings. With the weapons of the hand, the gods are more prosperous. What is the devil still mad?

However, when they looked at the party, their moods could not help but sink.

Song Song stood in the void, and looked at the side of the road, but he revealed the hand hidden behind him. He held a black body, a horrible machine, and a dragon-shaped knife. It turned out to be the murderer used by Lu Fengxian, and Fang Xing satisfactorily looked at this dragon-shaped murder knife. His eyes were smiling and whispered: "You have divine power, I have sword wings, you have fairy magic, I have Ghosts cover your eyes, now that you have got back Fang Tian's paintings, but I also have a bad knife, huh, oh, my father, I asked, what else?"

"The fierce knife is also mine..."

Lv Fengxian's eyes were cold and reached the extreme, biting his teeth and drinking low.

Fang Xing turned the knife back and squinted: "Nonsense, I grabbed it is mine!" (To be continued.)

Ps: I just went downstairs to buy cigarettes. Some dogs have been very unhappy about me... I think it must have been sent by our leaders. What do you say?