Yang God

"Tiger Devils Bone Boxing? Isn't it a great practice in the practice of the Great Zen Temple? Even the son Yue did not get it, or the practice of the Feiling calcination method, so that it took three years to use the tiger bone paste to nurse to achieve the bones. The realm of steel? How did it appear here?"

Seeing the "Tiger Devils Bone Boxing" placed on the ground, Hong Yi was only slightly surprised. This book he heard from Bai Ziyue, also knows the origin and specific effects. However, since he obtained the Amitabha in the military, the shock to the scriptures has been reduced a lot.

The book is once again top secret, and cultivation has to be done step by step. There is no such thing as a martial arts.

"Zi Yue taught me the cow magic and vigorously punched. It is the practice of practicing meat, practicing glutinous, and practicing the film. But at most, it only goes to the realm of the warrior. If you want to go further, you must go to the martial arts, you have to learn the secret of bones, since This tiger magic bone punch is here, I will watch it, but my soul can not open the book....."

Of course, Hong Yi knows the importance of this "Tiger Devil Bone Punch" and is the best law for the martial arts to progress from the samurai to the realm of the martial arts.

Call!

Just as Hong Yi was close to this boxing, Hong Xuejiao suddenly swooped over, punching the air, bombarding the air, and making a burst of air.

"not good!"

Hung Yi’s surprise was a great feat. He felt a hot breath rushing to the surface. The whole person’s feeling was like being close to the stove, and it seemed to be a tens of thousands of needles, and it’s almost uncomfortable.

In the violent discomfort, Hong Yi thought of a move, the soul finally floated away.

"I finally know what it means to be masculine, to be arrogant, and to be close to the spirit."

After retiring, I found that Hong Xuejiao did not find herself, but just practiced just close to her own soul, and the strong **** masculine forced herself to breathe.

There are only two kinds of people who can't be guilty of sorrow and ghosts. One is the inner heart, the person who knows the ghosts and gods, the one who is not horrified, and the other is the person who is strong and bloody.

Hong Xuejiao is the second.

Although Hong Yi is not a ghost now, it is similar to the soul.

Knowing this layer, Hong Yi is not close to Hong Xuejiao, but walks to the side of the yard and remembers Hong Xuejiao's punch and punch.

Since it is a wandering soul, it is impossible to turn a book, but Hung Yi can watch Hong Xuejiao's practice, which is better than reading the book. This is equivalent to a living martial artist teaching his own boxing method.

However, Hong Xuejiao took the book for a while and then went back to the room. Then Hong Yi heard the sound of her commanding to take a bath.

When Hong Yi heard this, the soul immediately floated out this "Yun Ting Zhai".

"Right, my father is back. He is Wu Sheng. I don’t know how to practice Kung Fu every day." Hong Yi’s thoughts turned and the soul floated to the residence of the central government of Houfu.

"That is .... heavy masculine blood....."

Just passing through the wall and reaching the gate of the central government of Houfu, Hong Yi saw that the red flame was faint on the roof of the house. It was like a fire in Houfu. Only when he approached the gate, he felt that the blood was pressing.

"Wu Sheng's blood is actually so powerful!"

Hong Yi looked at the faint red light flame on the roof, knowing that it was not the real red light, but the powerful **** masculinity that his soul had sensed.

This kind of blood gas masculine has reached the level of overwhelming, Hong Yi's soul can not enter the door.

He once again felt how terrible his father Wu Wenhou had. This feeling was more profound than the soft pressure of the legs in the hall.

"I just got to the point of night travel, it is not close to such a strong blood, or go back."

Hong Yi soul child just had to turn around and float back. Suddenly, he was cold and had a cold feeling, as if he had been pegged.

"What is the soul to peep at me?"

Just then, a voice came out clearly from inside, until Hong Yi’s thoughts.

Hong Yi heard it, and this voice is exactly what his father Hong Xuanji.

Was discovered!

"Wu Wenhou is really a master in the world, and he has made the character of Wu Sheng... I can feel our peeping..."

Just as Hung-Yi fluttered into the dark corner, suddenly there were two black men on the other side of the house!

The two black men were of medium build, high hair, and inserted with jasper in the middle, indicating that the two were two Taoist.

"Well? Which one are you sending? I lurked into my house late at night, and I still want to enter my room with the method of the spirit of the shell. If I can let you enter my house so easily, then I will be Wu Sheng."

The sound of Hong Xuanji’s unhurried voice came out.

"No life, Xuanye."

"Vacuum Road, Xuanzhen."

The two black priests each reported a name and faction, and then said: "We are here to kill you!"

"No life? Vacuum road? Where is the cult! I am a dynasty dynasty, the official door of the imperial court is only too good, just one, Fang Xiandao, but there is no life, vacuum. Cult clown, also want Disrupting the people's hearts, assassinating the court minister, chaosing my dynasty?" The voice of Hong Xuanji came, and at the same time, the gate of Zhengfu was opened. There was a brocade dress at the door, wearing a purple crown, and the body was straight, such as the demon god. Shaped person.

It is "Wuwen Hou" Hong Xuanji!

Just at the Hong Xuan machine appeared at the door.

Hey!

The two swords flashed from a hundred steps away. They were the two swords on the backs of the two Taoist priests. They did not see any movements. The sword suddenly came out of the sheath and flew in, and it quickly became a light.

In the light of the sword, even in the moment, you can see the same cloud pattern in the sword, and there is a suffocation in the front.

However, Hong Xuan machine faced these two Jianguang, suddenly extended his right hand, the crystal clear spotted hand greeted the two Jianguang one pinch, even with the thumb, index finger, **** ring finger, the four fingers hardly caught two handles The sword that comes.

This is purely martial arts, power, precision,

The wrist turned and the two swords turned between the fingers. Hong Xuan machine shocked his arm, and the two swords went out and screamed out. The whistling sound of the emptying was even twice as fast as the momentum that had just flown.

boom! boom!

Two **** rains, the two swords were deeply inserted into the chest of the two black priests and projected from the back, and the two priests were nailed to the ground.

"Hey! The flying sword of the gods and souls is assassinated, but the ghosts and the gods are only a hundred steps, and the people are strong, but they are not as good as the bows. They dare to assassinate me? I don't know how high the earth is."

Hong Xuanji took a few steps. In front of the two Taoist priests, I saw the Taoist who was wearing the chest, and the breath, sneer. "What is innocent, vacuum, why are you going to assassinate me?"

"Giggle..... Hong Xuanji, you want to be proud. I heard that Baiziyue of Yuantu Baijia has arrived in Yujing. I want to fight with you. After you and him are exhausted, you will wait for us to be inhuman. Vacuum Endless assassination."

The two Taoist men talked hard.

"Bai Ziyue? Yuan Lubai's fifteen-year-old martial arts genius? Just because he wants to fight with me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ still a little bit." Hong Xuanji proudly said.

"Giggle... Hong Xuan machine, you are really confused or confused, Bai Ziyue's predecessor is one of the eight great demons in the world.........no parents, vacuum hometown..."

The two Taoist priests could not support it. In the last minute, they read eight weird words and then died.

When the flesh is dead, two invisible and innocent yin gods emerge from the body.

Hong Xuan’s eyes flashed, and it seemed that he could see this invisible yin. He suddenly made two punches and bombarded them on the two gods.

Crash! These two yin gods can not withstand the strong masculinity, and then they will be smashed and disappeared between the heavens and the earth.

"One of the eight great devils in the world.............."

Hong Xuan machine closed his eyes and looked very dignified.

Ok?

After thinking for a while, his eyes then looked at a dark corner next to him, but he did not find anything.

"Just gone, it seems to let a wandering soul go."

"No parents........vacuate hometown...."

Hong Xuan chewed these two words in his mouth and fell into meditation again.

"No life, vacuum road ... ... Yuan suddenly white home, Bai Ziyue, the world's eight big demon, the palace is a white fox. ... seems to be wrong..."

At this time, the voices of the people were full, and the entire Houfu torch was bright, and many nursing homes came. Among them, there are elite martial artists wearing iron scales, iron helmets, and full-length steel long knife!