Ultimate Martial Divine King

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"Sister Fuqin ..."

Looking at the woman in black that suddenly appeared, Huaxue called in surprise.

Playing chess, Zhishu is also overjoyed. After searching for so long, she finally saw her.

Chu Hen's brow lifted, and the sense of prevention in the heart slightly diminished. I saw that the woman in black was tall and slender, exquisite, fair-skinned, and exquisite.

This cold temperament is different from the iceberg temperament of Chu Xuan's second sister Long Xuanshuang.

The opponent is as cold as a leader!

From this point of view, the small team of the four of them, as the leader, is the woman in black in front of her, Fuqin ...

Of course, Fuqin's complexion was not good-looking at the moment. She held the ground with a sword in her hand, and if she looked carefully, she could see a touch of blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Fuqin, are you injured?" Frown chess show eyebrows.

Of course, without waiting for a few people to step forward, Fuqin hurriedly whispered, and said, "Don't come, hurry up ..."

go?

A few people couldn't help but hesitated, Hua Xue asked again, "Sister Fuqin, what's wrong with you?"

"Go!" Fuqin looked particularly anxious.

...

"Boom!"

Just then, an extremely violent force suddenly surged from the rear area of ​​Fuqin.

The destructive impact of terror is like that of a flood that breaks the dyke. It is fierce and fierce, and the amazing power is comparable to that of a mighty army. It is crushed all the way down, and a tall towering tree is crushed and broken Slag, the thick layer of dirt on the ground has been scraped away ... The wanton blending of sawdust and mud, like an endless death breath swept away by storm ...

Sudden changes have made them embarrassed in playing chess, learning about books, and painting snow.

Especially Fuqin, Xiumei was full of helplessness and apologies.

However, at the moment when this horrible force arrived in front of them, a bright "silvery" mang appeared in the air, and then, a deafening shock of "嗵 ..." Sky bangs swelled in this space, and a force of fury soared into the sky. The shocking picture was like the tsunami tsunami caused by the huge waves hitting the reefs ...

"rumble……"

As if the thunderous staggering noises were endless, the deep cracks in the ground quickly spread in all directions.

Fuqin, playing chess, learning books, and drawing snow were all surprised, and saw a young figure standing in front of them at this moment. Chu Chen's arms were facing forward, a layer of gorgeous golden red magic inflammation. Forming a layer of arc-shaped light curtain, the magic light curtain is like an open umbrella, protecting several people together behind ...

"boom!"

In that moment, the curtain of light formed by the illusion was broken.

At the same time, the powerful and destructive impact has also smiled.

Just in a blink of an eye, the large jungle in front of it was destroyed, and it was instantly ruined into flat ruins. The ground is hollow, and many places are still emitting dust ...

Zhishu, Huaxue they were relieved.

That was really thrilling just now. If Chu Hen's response was fast enough, a few people would end up in a serious injury if they didn't die.

...

Large jungles were destroyed, and the scene ahead seemed to be suddenly bright.

While waiting for a few people to ask what happened to Fuqin, more than a dozen strong young figures caught the attention of everyone.

Together with the sound of steady footsteps, those dozens of figures came to this side from far to near.

Obviously, the people who were about to kill Fuqin just now are the former ones.

Fuqin's face became more dignified, and he was confused about the Chu marks in front.

...

In a blink of an eye, the dozens of people approached Chu Chen and his party.

"It's you ..." A slightly startled female voice came out of the team first.

Chu Chen was also slightly surprised. The woman who spoke did not even know herself, but she also came from the same place. She also had conflicts in the guild of the wizards of the empire capital.

The other party is not someone else. It is the genius tattooist of the Imperial City, Zhen Yi ... and the only niece of Zhen Danyu, the only spiritual tattooist of the Imperial City ...

In this case, the group in front of them is a disciple of the Spirit Sect.

"Sister Zhen Yi knows this person?" It was a young man in Tsing Yi who spoke.

"Knowing is more than knowing ..." Zhen Yi's tone was full of scorn and irony. "He is the number one fugitive in our celestial dynasty! It's famous!"

Zhen Yi frowned slightly, a look of contempt for gloating.

At that time, Chu Hen was contested by Rune Masters Association with Rune Masters. As a result, Chu Hen was weaker and stronger, which has been regarded as a shame by Zhen Yi.

Later, Zhen Yi even destroyed the repair of the "Phantom Bell", which made Yu Da's two senior prostheticians make appointments in advance ... Finally, Chu Henyu cooperated with Yu Da, Zhu Tong and Wen Hong Repair of the Phantom Bell.

Repeated "slaps" twice, called Zhen Yi's growing concern for Chu marks.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, great changes took place in the capital city, Chu marks fell directly from the peak to the bottom of the valley, and became the largest fugitive in the history of the Holy Star Dynasty.

What Zhen Yi did not expect was that she would meet each other here today.

...

"Hey!" Chu Hen smiled indifferently. Even with so many people from the Lingzong sect, he still didn't panic. "Ms. Zhen Yi, I haven't seen you in a long time. I do n’t know how long your runes can be? Seriously, yours The level is really not worthy to be called the first star talent of the sage dynasty ... "

"you?"

Zhen Yi's face flushed suddenly.

The people of the different spirit sects also showed their dissatisfaction.

The man in Tsing Yi even wanted to pull up his sword. "Well, where are the cats and dogs? You are also qualified to call in front of us ... if you are acquaintances, you will kneel down on the ground and give your sister Yi Zhen a few bangs. , Sincerely apologize to her, maybe I will let you go today. Otherwise, do n’t blame me for being ruthless under Lei Fei's white sword ... "

"Oh!" Chu Henjun brow lightly, smiled with interest, "the dog that can bark, does not bite."

"court death!"

"Boom!"

The man in Tsing Yi, named Lei Feibai, was immediately furious. His sword came out of his sheath, and a gigantic strong sword exploded from his body. The amazing momentum also had the first-order brute force to break through the air.

"Master Feibai, step down!"

Of course, at this moment, a low voice came out suddenly.

The hearts of everyone were startled, and Qi's gaze swept towards the young figure standing in the middle.

This is a young man about 20 years old, dressed in a gorgeous brocade, with deep and calm eyes, giving people a sense of immovability that moves like a mountain ...

"Brother Lu?" Lei Fei frowned, her face incomprehensible.

"You can't beat him ..."

The man said faintly, and walked slowly forward. With each step, a deep footprint appeared on the ground, and an invisible momentum oppressed gradually towards Chuchen.

Chu Chen's face did not change color, his expression remained.

The Fuqin, located in the rear area, is holding her eyebrows tightly, her eyes are dignified.

Playing chess, knowing books, and drawing snow are also a little worried, and they can clearly feel the unusual person in front of them.

...

"The person who can catch my palm is by no means a ubiquitous one!" Said the man with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes facing the Chu mark, and said with interest.

"Not talented, master, Lu Tianxiang, do you know your name?"

Master, Lu Tianxiang!

Chuchen's pupils were slightly congealed, and her heart was a little cautious.

In the hundreds of states, if you want to talk about "Tianjiaoqijue", few people don't know.

Tianjiao seven must-dos, palms, swords, swords, battles, fantasy, punches, and guns ...

These seven geniuses are among the leaders of the younger generations in the 100 countries. As the name implies, they are known for their outstanding abilities and are admired by others.

And this "zhangjue" Lu Tianxiang is the core disciple of the Other Spirit Sect.

...

"Chu marks!" Chu marks replied lightly.

Lu Tianxiang smiled slightly and pointed at Fuqin behind Chu Hen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, "I don't know who the lady is?"

Playing chess and painting their faces slightly changed. According to the situation before the Lutian project, he mostly wanted Chu Chen to hand over Fuqin.

"Do you have anything?" Chu Hen asked.

"Oh, this lady hurt my other spirit disciple, I want to keep her, don't you have any opinion?"

The indifferent voice seemed to be asking, but the tone was irresistible. In the playful smile, there is a sharp sharp edge like a blade.

"Of course there are opinions ..."

Chu Chen said frankly without thinking, "Your injured disciple hasn't died? Since it's not dead, salvation is all right. Why are there so many people embarrassing a woman?"

"Oh, well said, I'm not embarrassed by her, but in the end this person needs to bear this responsibility ..."

Lu Tianxiang's eyelids lifted slightly, and the threat of threat came quietly, and his voice became a bit cold.

"I give you two choices. First, it's far away. Second, a few of you will stay together!"

The cold cold wind was permeating. Lu Tianxiang was not a very patient person. Two or three words were enough to stir his anger.

Zhen Yi, who was not far away, was secretly pleased that being able to see Chu Hen being abused was really a happy thing.

"Just leave me alone and hurry up!" Fuqin whispered.

Drawing snow, a few people frown slightly when playing chess. The four are sympathetic to the sisters and will never leave.

Zhishu said immediately, "Chu Hen, you don't care about us, just hope you promise us not to forget ..."

Chu Hen leaned slightly to the side, and immediately stared at Lu Tianxiang in front of him, saying, "Oh, you forced me, I give you a perfect score ... To be honest, I have never heard of ... ... "

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