The Secret of the Seal

The first thousand three hundred and seventy-three chapters are in the end!

The heroic dry cloud said in the mouth of Ying Wei, but Ye Sizhen can see it. At this time, the British latitude must be suffering a lot. () Only look at his forehead, not only the blue veins, but also the fine sweat, the face is also a sallow, anyone can see that his current situation is absolutely not good.

"British master, killing chicken with a knife? These two jumping clowns, you don't need your shot, you will watch the movie at the side. Come on!" In the case of Ying Wei, Ye Wendao is the most clear, of course, reluctant to Latitude and Hundred Birds and Xi Fuxiong desperately screamed in the mouth, and more than a hundred monks of the Yuexiu family responded in unison, and the momentum was dry.

"Jin Mang Zong fell down the stone, the danger of swearing, despicable and shameless! The warriors of the Yue Xiu, what should we do for the young and old of our month?"

"Blood battle in the end! Blood battle in the end!!" More than 100 monks of the Yuexiu people are very powerful, and they are shouting in unison. [

A hundred birds and Xi Fuxiong vibrate, subconsciously standing back to back, Baiying Weng frowned and shouted. "Ye Wen, Ying Wei, you two are really stubborn, want the blood of the moon Chenghe?"

"The dog thief! The heavens are because there are too many people who are selfish and selfish like you, so they will fall into the field of today. In the eyes of the old man, these people are especially hateful than the phantoms. Today I am I will lie here, even if my moon is dead, I will never be the cannon fodder of your Jin Manzong!" Ye Wendao’s look is as firm as iron, and there is no room for change. The face of Xi Fuxiong immediately cooled down.

"Ye brother, Xi Fuxiong handed it to me, and the hundred birds will be dealt with by you and everyone!" Ying Wei took a strong breath and stared straight at Xi Fuxiong.

"British master, your wounds..." Ye asked, worried.

Ying Wei is a look of nothing. Haha’s smile is “Reassuring! This is a small injury, but I can’t help me, but I can still clean up the surname.”

"Big words!" Xi Fuxiong was so despised by Ying Wei, will he be annoyed? I slammed the export and slammed it into the British latitude.

"Master!" Ye Sizhen exclaimed, subconsciously want to block this palm for the British latitude, but she has a few pounds, two people are clearer than the British latitude. Before leaving Ye Sizhen to make a few steps forward, Ying Wei suddenly pulled her to the side, while the right foot hooked up the back of the chair and slammed into the palm of Xi Fuxiong.

Xi Fuxiong's body shape is unchanged, and the palm of his hand is smashed. A Taishi chair carved from hardwood is turned into a wood chip. Xi Fuxiong's palms quickly advanced, passing through the flying sawdust and continuing to rush to the British latitude.

"Drink!" Ying Wei pulled Ye Sizhen behind him to protect him, stepping on his feet, and if his body was ghostly, after a few turns, he cleverly avoided the palm of Xi Fuxiong and went around his side. One palm smashed out and went straight to the waist of Xi Fuxiong.

Xi Fuxiong was shocked, but the reaction was extremely fast. The palm of the front was not received, but the waist turned sharply, and the body was turned. The palm immediately changed, like a heavy hammer, and the wheel turned to the British latitude. I smashed the past.

A muffled sound, shaking people's ears roar, but listening to the British latitude sinking, the body shape back three steps back, Xi Fuxiong is also uncomfortable, the body shape is dying, almost did not sit on the ground, slightly Obviously wolf.