Hearing Tang Mang's words, Feng Wuji sprayed fire. If the anger could burn the dead, the anger in his eyes had already burned Tang Mang into a fly ash.
After taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and killing intentions, the windless expression of the wind and the pole said: "Tang Mang, you have to spare people, and you hope you can give me a living.
Xiu Wei, let him be an ordinary person in peace. "
After speaking, I suddenly said: "I really have some treasures in the treasure galaxy of my family, but the real baby is hidden in another secret place by me. As long as I do n’t say, no one wants to find it."
"What, in addition to the treasure house, there are other treasure places!?"
"This wind is really old -fashioned. The treasure house is afraid of just to hide people's ears. The real treasure of treasure is definitely in other places."
"Well, the Feng family has scratched a lot of good things over the years, and the treasures in the treasure land may not be less."
Many people present were shocked when they heard Feng Wuji. At the same time, some people couldn't help but show saliva on their faces.
Feng Wuji regardless of others, he always looked at Tang Mang and continued: "What do you think of this, as long as you live around my child, I will tell the treasure of Treasure."
Tang Mang looked unchanged, and said with a smile: "Hehe, is it seduced by profit? Unfortunately, I do n’t eat this set. Besides, I am not rare that the babies you say."
"You bully too much."
Tang Mang's answer made Feng Wuji extremely angry, despair for a while.
The treasure he said is not a novel, but even if he proposed to inform Tang Mang in the treasure, he could not save his son's life.
Tang Mang did not care about the wind without pole, looked up at Bai Wuming, and said, "Wind Wuji vote for Jiuyou religion, to kill everyone to murder the people, and hope that the predecessors will remove the harm for the people."
Wen Yan, the curse of resentment in Feng Wuji's mouth.
"Damning little beasts, you must not die well."
As soon as the words fell, Bai Wuqing said: "Wind Wuji, you can be regarded as a strong party. Today, the old man gives you a chance. If you can pick me up, I will let you leave."
"This is true!?" Feng Wuji said shocked.
"Of course, Bai has always talked about counting."
Bai Wuqing nodded slightly, raised his right hand, and chopped when he waved his sword.
Alas!
A three -inch long, but the sword of sword flashed out.
puff!
The dull sound came out, the wind Wuji's body trembled crazy, covering his neck with both hands, still unable to stop the blood flowing through his fingers, and the ticking answered, and soon stained the robe.
"So fast sword!"
Feng Wujie murmured to himself, his face ash and fear, even if he just struggled to avoid it, he couldn't help but completely unavailable the sword qi. The sword qi was like a transition, and the throat was cut by the sword qi.
"Unfortunately, you didn't escape my sword!"
Bai Wuqing's voice was indifferent. A sword that seemed to be lightly described just now is full of strength.
Feng Wuxi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't spit out half a word.
It was just that he opened his eyes and opened his eyes.
Can you look at it?
Until he died, he failed to keep his son.
At this moment, there are no many people in Yanwu Plaza, and only the Leng family, Yuan family, black tiger gang, battle of heaven, shadow, white, Tang Mang, Wang Chen, Luo Xinglie, Lin Han, etc.
A few people.
Seeing that Feng Wuji was half kneeling on the ground, he never fell down. Someone couldn't help sighing: "Well, this Feng Wuji is also a generation of heroes.
"I knew that at the beginning, why bother today, he was completely blame by himself."
Someone said indifferently.
Some people frowned: "The wind is dead, and the treasure of treasure can not be found."
"Wind Wuji is a lot of tricks, who knows that the treasure of treasure is true or false, even if it is true, I am afraid that there are many poisonous organ traps."
"Yes, let's not think about it.
Nympho
Seeing that many people touched their heads and looked around the audience, they said, "Everyone, the wind is extremely guilty, but he is also a strong side, and he does not have to let him booze here."
After hearing the words, Leng Ruthlessness was to the humanity beside you: "The fifth, you arranged some people, and found a place where mountains and rivers are showing up to burial the wind Wuji."
"Yes, the owner."
A burly middle -aged man nodded, found a few children of the Tang family, and left the corpse with Feng Wuji.
At the same time, a strong man wearing a short black gown with a large black gown, a thick waist, and a wheat color dragged the dead dog, and went all the way to the south of the high platform.
"Eungong, fortunately, I will capture you popular."
The strong man opened his mouth and said, with a special accent, and threw the popular cloud in front of Tang Mang.
The popular clouds were exuding, blood loss, slightly raised his head, looking at Tang Mang in horror, begging for mercy of a snot and tears.
Since the childhood, the brocade and jade, the endless glory and wealth. When the death is approaching, the more popular the clouds are afraid of death. Even if his Dantian Qihai has been abolished, it becomes an abandoned person, and he is reluctant to die.
"Rao Dian?"
Tang Mang's brows were slightly raised, and his eyes were cold, and a fine iron sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Ah, don't, don't kill me, please don't kill me."
When he saw Tang Mang took out his sword, he was frightened and frightened.
The pungent urine smell fluttering, and Leng Yu'er not far away covered her nose, showing a disgusting color on her face.
And others see the past, and the popular clouds have fallen into such fields, and they also have a feeling of making people.
The so -called multi -line injustice must be self -righteous, Tang Mang didn't feel much, and said coldly: "Don't blame me, I'm really afraid that your father Huangquan Road is too lonely."
After speaking, just waved it, a sword light flickered, and the hole was wearing a popular chest.
"You, you are so cruel, I, I'm not reconciled."
The windy clouds were bumpy, and the throat rolled down, screaming.
Tang Mang looked indifferent, and there was no wave of waves in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He pulled out the sword and flew blood. Even if he was unwilling to be unwilling, he had to kick with both feet and died in anger.
At this moment, when I saw Tang Mang said nothing, a sword killed the popular cloud cleanly, and did not even blink. No matter how he repaired it, the people present felt a little cold.
The popular cloud, Tang Mang did not put it in the eyes at all. Killing him was nothing more than to cut the grass and remove the roots, and he didn't care about how others looked at himself.