The city of Monkey King

The financial building has completely collapsed. The Nangong Yi people are barely standing on the ruins. The smoke has not yet dispersed. They look up at the sky and see the two streams of light coming and going in the sky.

Can not help but look worried, he knows that the black streamer is Qin Feng.

At the moment, Qin Feng looks very wrong!

However, it is the work of three or four interest rates. The black fire stream is transcendence and appears before the white streamer.

Two streams of light stopped.

Looking at Qin Feng not far away, even silenced.

He knows that he can't be the opponent of the person in front!

Cheng Pingjie Dan Yufeng is dead in the hands of the people in front of him, and his own cultivation of the top grades is absolutely impossible.

Qin Feng is black and black, and there is only a ruthless killing among the black and red pupils!

Nine roads and blue streamers start from the whole body, one point eight, the sword of the sky is turned into seventy-two handles!

Seventy-two handles of the blue sword, with the sound of swords, the tip of the sword pointed to the double.

"Ugh…"

Even in this moment, there is no fear of death in the eyes. Some just sigh, worry, and worry that this Kyushu is in trouble.

The peak of the knot can kill, he can hardly imagine, in addition to the Kunlun Mountain, who in the Yunshui world can subdue the people in front of him.

And that person... is also convinced that the heavens and the earth can be self-governing, that everything is in all things, that their own cause and effect are categorical, no matter how ups and downs, everything will eventually be calm.

It’s been a hundred years since I’ve been out of the mountain. It’s estimated that even if the outside world is turned upside down, even if it’s not covered by Kyushu, as long as it’s not the Kunlun Mountain, the sword that is known as Yunshui’s first repair may be able to sit down in the Kunlun Mountains.

The sound of Jian Ming, resounding for a long time! Seventy-two handles of the sword of the sky, turned into seventy-two blue streamer, went straight to the double!

"Kyushu... chaos!"

Even looking up at this day, for the coming seventy-two scorpion swords, have completely abandoned the resistance, resistance... useful? !

Instead of resisting, it is better to die safely!

"That is…"

However, when he was ready to die, he thought that when he wanted to return to Jiuquan, from the sky, there was a sly sword light, with a very sharp momentum!

Jianguang is full of hundred feet, and squats down, the seventy-two handles of the sword, under this sword light, are all blocked!

They were all screaming and re-formed into nine handles, surrounded by Qin Feng.

And Qin Feng, the black and red pupil, but there is a more intense killing!

Before even the double body, the Jianguang that fell at the moment condensed into one person.

The wind is standing, the ragged, carrying a long sword, the hair is messy, and the wine is full of fragrance.

Lu Changyi! The sword is not drunk! Alcoholic madman!

"Lu brother!"

As soon as I saw the wine madman, I even showed a happy color.

Yunshuijie, if the most powerful sword repair, without exception, will say the same name, Han Xiu.

But if you say that the person who knows the most about the sword, there is no exception, you will say that the sword is not drunk!

The sword is not drunk, there is another number, and few people dare to call him that.

Sword idiot!

In the eyes of Yunshui’s public repairs, Lu Changyi, the master of the Kunlun Lord, had two things in his life, one was wine and the other was sword.

Although not the strongest, it is because repairing the realm is not as good as Han Xiu!

However, in the realm of the peak of the knot, under the Yuan Ying, so far, the name of the sword is not drunk, in the cloud water world, never had a defeat!

"Lu Xiong? When your master saw the old man, he had to call a big brother. You actually called the old man a brother?"

In this case, the wine madman has a heart to tease.

As soon as I heard this, I even laughed and laughed. I even shook hands and said: "I have seen the predecessors."

"Retreat."

The wine madman was also a gaze, whispered, and nodded again, then he rushed away.

The eyes of the wine madman, now watching the Qin wind in the distance.

"This kid... how can it be enchanted!"

I muttered to myself, and I was surprised to see the wine madman. At the same time, I was very worried. He was trying to get the Qin wind to wake up.

"Oh."

Qin Feng licked his teeth, turned his neck, creaked, and raised his hand. In his hand, the golden hoop appeared in a black fire.

"The ghosts of the ghosts and sorrows... This hatred of this kid can be spurred by this fire to this point."

The wine madman's eyebrows are wrinkled. He sees the cause of Qin Feng's enchantment, but his heart is still very puzzled. He has already checked the eight generations of Qin Feng ancestors from He Hua.

I also know the things of Qin Feng’s father, but the killing of the father’s hatred is almost the same. How can there be such a big hate? !

Of course he does not know!

The source of this hate is not the Qin Feng itself, but the inheritance of the Great Holy Spirit from the Qin Dynasty!

From, Qitian Dasheng Sun Wukong!

That hate is the hatred of the immortal, the anger, the anger of the Buddha!

"Where is this kid coming from the stick..."

The wine madman looked at the iron rod in the hands of Qin Feng. He always felt that this thing was very similar to the legendary Dinghai Shenzhen, but this idea was instantly denied by him.

The reason is simple and impossible.

At this time, Qin Feng came with the meaning of war!

The whole person emptied into the air, the black fire burst under his feet, and his body went straight to the wine madman!

The gold hoop in the hand, slamming down!

"Kid, is the old man, you wake me up!"

The wine madman squats backwards, and at the same time uses the sound of the sound into the ears of Qin Feng, wanting to wake him up, but where is it so easy.

Qin Feng saw a stick in the middle, and suddenly there was a raging color on his face!

"Ah!"

From his body, the raging fires poured out, and the figure once again turned into a wildfire, rushing toward the wine madman.

"This kid! It's still coming!"

The wine madman frowned, muttered to himself, and the hand became a sword, and the sword carrying the sword screamed and rose into the sky!

The sword, in the blink of an eye, sings out thousands of swords and shadows, and slams toward the Qin wind. However, these swords are played on Qin Feng, but they are useless to Qin Fengsi.

The face of the wine madman has really changed. He did not expect that after Qin Feng’s madness, he was so powerful!

Although his intention to stay in this hand, it is so easy to pick up, it is indeed beyond his prediction.

"No way, boy, don't blame the old man, wait for you to wake up, the old man will pay you no."

At this moment, the wine madman, without the slightest joke, has a rare dignity in his eyes.

He decided to fight Qin Feng and directly hit the ghosts in Qin Feng!

A wine gourd at the waist, from this wine gourd, has a crystal wine floating out.

"The sword is the intention, the wine is the blade!"

Whispering, this wine, in front of the wine madman, instantly turned into a three-foot sword, the sword body is silver-colored, as light as wine.

The sword is not drunk and the comprehension of the sword is already beyond the sword itself, but with the wine into a sword!

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