A Paragon of Wuhun

Chapter 2,200, the first snow (second burst)

"The grass snake tribe and the national warrior is 1700,000, and the Queen of Shun Xuan Si Snake Tribe is willing to listen to the emperor's order!"

So those soldiers were even deafening.

However, cheering is cheering, but there is not too big shock.

Because such things have happened several times in the past month.

The dead wood is far away from the peak of the mountain, see the collar of the grass snake tribe, leads the most powerful soldiers in the tribute, kneeling on the ground, kneeling a knee, a thousand meters, came to the front of white elephant, dedicated them The holy object in the family.

I also presented a utensil in which they had blood.

The moon is a gentle smile on the face. On the occasion of calm, the ancient wells have no waves, there is no panic, and there is no smashing.

She is only very lightly with his fingers, with a few times on his face and the baby's face, and then smile: "Please come up with you."

She should be very familiar with this, let the crowd of the grass snake tribe feel like a spring breeze, and there is no meaning of cold.

The face of dead wood is more silent.

Almost the second day of the Empress, this woman is a baby with her arms and leads the army in the tribe. Start commencement.

In just a month, I have three seventeen tribes that don't listen to the number.

This doesn't let the dead wood is growing, after all, the strength of the black water in the tribe. In such a short period of time, the tribes will be very easy, change individuals, can also do it.

Because, as long as the other three major tribes fight together, then the black water Xuan snake tribe will not only spit it out, but also to hear a great price.

However, the advantage of the Queen of the Black Water Solid Snake Blue, which appeared at this time.

After hearing another Queen with the blood of the black water, it has been returned to the other three major tribal black water mysterious tribes. They have been relying on, even the escape of the entire tribe. Vote.

Because in Nanjiang, in this jungle, everyone believes in blood.

Such a call allows the other few most people who panic, and they even dare not directly to explore the black water tribe.

Because, if they do this, their attachment tribes under their hands will rebel!

The dead wood is young, saying: "It seems that the original strategy can't work. It turns out that I have been controlled her, let her attach to me."

"But now, I still underestimate people's respect for the blood of the black water, and also underestimated her abilities, I can't control her at all."

"So, there is only one thing to do next ..."

His eyes flashed: "Do a good relationship with her, and let her rely on me, can only rely on me."

"So, the other three elders you can die!"

When he thought, he suddenly thought of the news from his hand yesterday, so he immediately passed the past, came to the South China elephant, and said a few words in the inside of it.

The moon is changing, and it is very excited immediately. "Do you know Chen Feng's news?"

"I still don't know what Chen Feng's specific news, but the people under my hand have been in the hand, Chen Feng should be in the Tianyuan Dynasty."

"Good! Good!" The moon bite his teeth, the sharp says: "Continue to explore, I must know that Chen Feng's specific drops, I have to smash him, and fell ash!"

Her voice is extremely poisoned.

The dead wood is said: "Have yourself, this thing is to give me it. I will do it properly. I heard Chen Feng's drop, I will come, I personally give you here, and I am gumbeled."

"In addition, should we have anything else should it be accelerated?"

He pointed out the guidelines: "There is a large number of squares in the square, with six million soldiers, and the strength is unknowing."

"To make this tribe, I am afraid that one of the four elders must take the soldiers to take the soldiers. Otherwise, no one is the opponent of the tribe."

The woman looked at him, and his mouth outlined a smile that was interested, smiled: "What do you mean?"

The dead wood is late: "It is better to let the vine go before."

"When the ghosty elderly, he used to travel over, and it is quite familiar with it."

The ghost vine is always one of the old ages who have had contradictions with the long life of the dead wood. The two can even say that the enemy of life and death.

Moonlight moment, nod.

Soon, the command was passed down: "The life of the vintage is led by the old man in front of the soldiers to seek five million, if it is not able to see the victory, come and see!"

After the ghost vine is old, after the command, the extreme, even the temper.

But he doesn't help why, it will only be able to lead the enemy.

Chen Feng naturally didn't know, in the southern shortage of hundreds of thousands of miles, there is a life and death, and it is no longer to have his own flesh.

Chen Feng is sitting on the cliff to watch the snow.

This year's first snow, quietly, at this time, November 21.

"Snow!" Han Yuer stood on the edge of the cliff, she reached out, and the snow fell softly in her hand.

Then, feel that the temperature in the heart is quietly melted.

Han Yuer is a bit reluctant. She is in her hands, and the power is softly ejected, between the turns, her palm has become more cold than this weather.

So in an instant, in her palm, there was snowflakes re-condensed.

Blood wind seems to have seen snowflakes, the sky is white, the goose is snow, let him feel very novel.

Sitting on a thin layer of snow, he stepped on it on it, leaving a string of small footprints like dog claws, is cute.

In the end, he is still a little but addict, simply flying, chasing the snowflakes in the air.

However, he seems to be intentionally naughty, chasing snowflakes at very fast speed.

The snowflakes were brought by his speed, condensed towards an air, and after half a day in the air, Chen Feng and others found that it turned out that under his driving, the snowflakes actually condensed into the air. A small white wolf looks.

That is like, with blood winds.

Chen Feng haha ​​laughed, applaud: "Blood wind, good!"

The blood style is screaming in Chen Feng, an appreciation expression.

Chen Feng touched his head, suddenly some sad, he remembered it, blood winds have been with themselves for several years, but he seems to have never seen snow.