With the improvement of strength, Feng Yu's horizons are also much higher, but Yun Xiangjian feels like a dragon entangled in the clouds. Just at a glance, Feng Yu is like finding a treasure that has been separated for many years.
The ruler is indeed extraordinary, but the sword device, as the emperor of a hundred soldiers, was born from the beginning of the history of weapons, and has its own reasons for its own eternal reasons. Feng Yu's desire for Yunxiang Sword is better than the love of the infinite ruler.
"Naturally a good sword, or drink your blood sword."
"BMW gives heroes, and the throne is matched with a sound. Such a sword falls from the hands of your despicable villain. It is really a dark investment. Today I will do it for the heavens and let Yun Xiang have a real destination."
Feng Yu can't wait to take Yun Xiang over immediately and carefully appreciate it.
"The crazy kid, take me a trick."
Yunxiang Sword was clamped with dozens of feet long dazzling lights and slammed into Feng Yu. The sword meaning was pure and fierce, and the sword was domineering and fierce.
It is quite a way to build a sword. As soon as I shot, I walked with the sword, the sword was controlled by the heart, and the sword shadow was staggered. Looking at it from a distance, it fell like a cherry blossom.
People do not have a little head.
"The first style of the three swords of the flower language, the colonies of Luoying."
"Falling British colorful, I can beat you to fall flowers."
Although there was a pleasant smile on his face, Feng Yu's heart was quiet. Yunhuang was not a good deal to deal with. Whether it was a deep contribution or an old -fashioned combat experience, it was far more than that.
In a short period of time, Feng Yu made a rough assessment of Yunhuang's combat power, and compared with murmur. The results of the obtained surprised him. Mass may be able to defeat Yunhuang, but what he wanted
The price paid must be extremely scary, and it is definitely a tragic victory.
However, Feng Yu was not discouraged at all. Yunhuang's strong stirred up his bloody warfare. It was repaired for a year and allowed him to digest the power of the previous soaring. Just take this opportunity to verify how much he has improved.
Whether he can fight with the strong man at the peak of Yutian Realm.
A thunderbolt was shocking, and the glorious world suddenly fell into the sea of deep stars. Feng Yu realized that Yunhuang covered himself in the field, and instantly released the necromancer.
Su Datan, this distance Feng Yu has been carefully calculated, which can not only allow the Tianju Da Temple to maximize the power of the stars, but also temporarily avoid the exploration of Yunhuang.
Once the killing field is sacrificed, it will definitely lead to endless killing atmosphere and endless blood and rain. After all, it is to forget the temple in the Holy Land of forgetting the dust. Feng Yu is not ready to use it for the time being.
"Father, is this?"
Yun Beichen saw Feng Yu shift his fingers and shifted, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise.
"It is just a small skill in carving insects, and the power of the half -hanging star wants to turn to my flower sword sword.
Yunhuang rose to the air, Yunxiang sword across his chest, and a shot of a photographer broke out throughout his body.
Line, Yunhuang's left hand quickly printed a strange law decision. He was like a god that came out of the sea of flowers.
: "Xi Hua Burning Flowers."
Without Yunhuang, Feng Yu also guessed that this was the second -style flower -shaped sword shadow of the flower sword.
The flower -shaped sword shadow shrouded in Feng Yu was suddenly broken, but Feng Yu didn't feel relaxed. Instead, it was a strong dignity. A sense of crisis climbed into Feng Yu's heart.
"Enjoy it." Yun Huang said viciously.
Feng Yu did not refute, because he felt that the space in his body was blocked by a burial atmosphere, heavy and quiet, all things withered, the autumn wind and dry leaves, Feng Yu seemed to have reached a round of dusk.
The vast universe, then, countless stars declined and aging until crushing and disappeared into the void. Feng Yu found that the connection of his knowledge of the sea and the Dead Spirit was cut off eternally.
The vitality in his body even made Feng Yu panicked that his vitality was quickly lost, but he was restrained by the power of his burial, and he could not stop it all.
Yunhuang just stood so proudly, waiting quietly for the end of Feng Yu's life. The third style of the Huayu sword style has never been used in his life, because no one can resist the erosion of this funeral.
The loss of the essence of life directly affects the life of people. Once the amount of loss exceeds the boundary, the death is as scheduled.
"Luo Fengyu, don't support it, please, as long as you kneel down and ask me, and dedicate all the treasures to me, I will only abolish your cultivation, keep you a life, and stretch your breath in this world.
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"Aren't you arrogant? How can you be stiff there now? Dare to grab my woman, you don't want to die, you don't like Han Zhimin's iceberg beauty, then after I marry her, let you take me every night every night, every night
Smake her, torture her, I promise you can be full of eyes and blessings, haha, haha. "
Yunbei Chen revealed a near -perverted smile, the light of evil eyes flickered, and when a bit of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, you can guess how the dirty scenes of the thoughts in the brain of this color embryo.
"Magic, cut me for me."
Feng Yu yelled, the eyes burst, and countless tendons sprayed into a semi -solid vitality in an instant, offset the restrictions of part of his burial.
Summon, issued a instructions to kill Yun Beichen.
In the last battle, he lost herself to Feng Yu, and the mist was nestled with a fire. Now I heard Yun Beichen's dirty language, and immediately fired three feet. Although Zhimin knew that Zhimin was Feng Yu's lover, she could not tolerate Yun.
Beichen's desecration of a woman's wantonly, Yun Beichen may not understand the mold of the Yin Cao Di Fu, and encountered the misty star.
The misty sacrifice of her purple dragon python halberd at all. It was not that she did not absorb the experience of defeating, but to kill things like a pig and dog like Yun Beichen with purple dragon halberds.
The artifact is a great insult to your partner.
Miracle cannot happen to Yunbei Chen. He is not Feng Yu, and he has no power to be against the sky. Yunhuang's attention has been projected on Feng Yu.
Can he pass the Holiness of the immortal temple? The answer is no.
The misty hand shocked nine times in a row of three inches above Yunbei Chen's head. Yunbei Chen was also a master of the Tongtian Di period. He knew that it was unavoidable, and he was trying to die.
Lao Tzu gave him a magic weapon to sacrifice his brain. A black bead was held by him in the palm of his palm, and he patted at the misty lower abdomen. The corner of his mouth was cruel smile.
The black bead, named Hei Luoyar, is the treasure left by her mother to him. It is one of the three treasures of the Demon Zong Town.
The poison of Rakshasa without medicine in the world immediately lost its combat effectiveness. Even the half -immortal could not support seven or seventeen nine days, and finally turned into a pool of blood. Yunbei Chen was shameless, but he was also ruthless enough.
Determine that he can't live, but even if he dies, he has to pull the ethereal to make the back.
The misty nine palms overlap layers, and the last palm has a destructive power of 512 times the first palm.
Yunbei Chen's brain shell was torn, the brain was overflowing, the whole body bones were broken, the skin was blooming, and the misty breath of Yunbei Chen suddenly made a dense explosion in the body of Yunbei Chen.
When it comes out, I can't die anymore. Magic was originally able to break him into a flying ash, but the order that Feng Yu gave her was to let Yun Beichen die in the most painful situation.
But because of this delay, the poison of Black Rakshasa was activated, and the black silk of the mandala -like black silk wrapped around the ethereal, and the huge number of spells flushed towards the misty eyebrows.
Then, then
"Black Rakshasa."
The misty face brushed into pale, the light of the body was much bleak, the breath of the whole body was extremely unstable, began to keep coughing blood, the smell of smell of sticky liquid.
"son."
When Yun Huang's eyes were dark, he almost fainted. Even if Yunbei Chen was not good, it was his hope. He bet on Yunbei Chen's countless efforts. At this moment, everything turned into Yunyan. His heart was bleeding.
"Kill you, I want to kill you."
Yunhuang abandoned Feng Yu, his eyes were only ethereal. He wanted to destroy this big enemy who did not wear the sky, and he went away with a hundred feet swords.
Magnight lifts a sip of vitality, moves out ten feet, and escaped the anger of Yunhuang, but the vertical sword shocked her for more than 50 feet, and the internal organs tortured by Black Rakshasa could not bear to varying degrees to varying degrees.
Broken.
"The old lady is angry, today is the death of death, and I have to die. I saw the murderer, encountering ghosts and ghosts, and not falling on my fame."
Since knowing what kind of poison you planted, Muroma has no hope of living. Once a person loses his fear of life, what else can block her.
"God Phoenix is not ordered."
Take out a phoenix -shaped token, whistling, a pair of phoenix flew out of it, one left and right, the transaction was rotating, with the breath of destruction, and violently hit the Yunhuang sword on the Yunhuang hand.
The field of burial was broken, Feng Yu took the opportunity to escape. The star ocean had disappeared.
But Feng Yu was too late to feel distressed. He flew over and kept his misty body. He hugged the misty water snake waist in his right hand.
Enemies, but if it wasn't for his instructions, at this moment, murder would not fall into the magic cave of death, and the ethereal exhaustion was exhausted.
There will be no movement without any move.
"The beads of Huangquan, set the three soul locks."
Feng Yu could not find a detoxification method for a while. She could only rely on Huang Quanzhu to keep her misty soul and seal her into a living dead.